FRIDAY THOUGHTS: TELEVISION

 

FRIDAY THOUGHTS: POETRY PROMPT

There is no empathy

So scarce is sympathy 

Is it possible that they can't feel your pain?

There’s only anger—fury

As you, so desperately 

Seek truth that only a few know, 

But won’t explain 

Their interests matter more

Like countless times before 

They want to show you that—for you—

Justice is rare

How dare you question them!

Accuse; have suspicion 

Your loss means nothing

Just move on

You’ll never win

Their futures matter more

Arrogance, at the core

Of every word they say, 

And every move they make

Dismisses that, for you,

There was a future, too

In which you weren’t consumed by mourning, every day

Power seems on their side

Entitlement resides

That you have help now, sends chills through every weak spine

Stories are crumbling, now

The fearful wonder how

The strategies that used to work, 

Will fare this time

Each day, a new tale spins

Answers always depend

On who will keep asking, until a conscience sears

Those who parrot the lies

Conspire; strategize, to make you fearful

Have no regard for your sad tears

They cry, “Don’t speculate!”

Just wait, and wait, and wait

Until they get their stories straight—

“Nothing to see!”

Discerning minds still turn

Even mere fools discern

There’s a dead cat on the line, the blind can see 

Every day they commence

To withhold evidence

In dribs and drabs, they tease, 

And hope you'll quit, or tire

Of wondering what went wrong;

Why silence is the song

Of those whose honesty could help put out the fire

Today, it’s black and white

Oh, they’ll deny, alright

And say you’re just delusional; grasping at straws

But so much history

Of tainted judge; jury

Hate mobs, terror, and prejudice baked into laws

Makes you wonder, when

This latest saga ends

And what is obvious to most, 

Sees light of day

How many centuries of guilt 

Flows through the veins of these

Who cause such suffering, but still want you to pay?

Lives are taken, and you

Should just accept it

You have seen similar tragedies, all of your days

How they defiantly

Sow angst and misery

Is it because of their foreparents' evil ways?

The land; the waters groan

The very air bemoans

How callously so many view a human life

Many have not been taught

Compassion as they ought

And that mis-education feeds our current strife

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THURSDAY THOUGHTS: EATS

 

Sometimes, you're saved a trip.

Sometimes, what you want is closer than you think.

Sometimes, you have to execute a safe U-turn.

TUESDAY THOUGHTS: TELEVISION

“…Sometimes, it’s just my presence in the room.”

“…making art is critical….The “who it’s for”, outside of you making it, matters less than making it, I think, and then, once it’s made, you can be like, “Okay. Maybe this IS for somebody.”