Category: lines

sadly, your money
only bought you much sadness.
no resale value.

it’s a small world,
and there’s a whole lot of us standing on the edges.

it is perfectly fine
to be imperfect, no matter
what perfection is.

there’s many mounting reasons
to why these insanities ensue.
there seems to be too much to bear,
thoughts that leave you blue.

streams of water flowing,
many faces red
at the sight of floating livestock
that now float dead.

the spinning blades above
in which sympathizers fly
could otherwise be used
to let hopes rise.

what we see is something else,
we see apathy instead.
and it leaves us wondering why
the world has turned its head

away from all the suffering,
away from those that bleed.
and point fingers of blame instead
in these dire times of need.

“they should help themselves.
they don’t deserve our love.
what has this to do with us?” you say
while drones still fly above.

but there are no operatives here.
and the camps are of those
that need a helping hand
trying not to lose hope.

they will always tell you
that it can not be done.
sometimes they are right,
but sometimes they are wrong.

i have come to realize
a beautiful truth that we all let slide.
a truth we lie to ourselves about.
an undoubtedly unpopular truth.
a truth that politicians try and hide.
a truth that poets avoid.
and that is that
we are all ugly
on the inside.

i can’t believe that
nothing has been said about
that look on her face.

excuse me [insert name of
work, school, political,
religious or whatever authority
here], regarding that thing
you just said. while you said
it with passion, and may even
have meant it, what you said
is a crockashit.

lost,
and in search for direction and guidance,
i walked into the buddhist temple
asking where i could find
the nearest gas station.

i love this city, it’s been said.
it’s a beautiful city, i’ve been told.
toronto has been very kind,
but it has also been very cold.