An experiment in creativity
Take your bad dreams
Your fears,
Your doubts
Take them down to the winding river
Set them in the water,
And watch them go
Down, down, down
Till the river tips,
The water bends,
And then they fall,
Nightmares, fears, doubts and all,
Down the wayfaring waterfall.
The Hub of CreatiV is online!!
WELCOME ALL! I am the Master of the Hub, Dusty_PlZ, and this is Studio CreatiV!
Here, I will post stories, poems, and the occasional bit of personal news. Be sure to check in from time to time to see what is new! This whole experience is new to me, so bear with me, as I don’t really know what I’m doing (*embarassed LOL*!)
Now, onward!!!
Oh, Rona
Why must you hurt me so?
I didn’t mean to cross you,
And now I wish you’d go
Hey Rona,
How did life make you so cruel?
Life is hard as it is
Without you breaking the rules
Please Rona
Why don’t you make up your mind
Will you leave my life quickly
Could you ever be so kind?
Rona, Rona, oh ohh Rona…
In honor of my coronavirus infection I got over the weekend. Till next time!
Worrying about the future
Whether it be fear of war
Or that upcoming job interview
Anxiety is a strong emotion
The source of all trauma
But we can rise above
From the depths of despair
To the stars
And beyond
We have been failed
We are not the failure
The rich and lazy
Are to blame
We are blameless
We have been failed
They take from us
Endlessly
Ceaselessly
Having no shame
No guilt or dissonance
And they call us undeserving?
Fuck them!!
We must not be dulled
We must put an end to the wealthy
And their corrupt ways
We must end the government with which they torment us
We
Must
R I S E
Oligarchs rake the profits
Off the backs of you and me
Relentless
Cold hearted secret police
Keep the twisted “order”
To Punish and Enslave
For the political class,
The old grifter’s club!
Selling our freedoms to the highest bidders
We have no leaders
All killed by the secret police
COINTELPRO never ended
It only evolved.
We can condemn socialism
But fascism? NEVER!!!
For where would our old grifters be
If they had to deal fairly with us?
Perish the thought!
America is evil
America is bad
As an American, I fear my country like I fear damnation.
For what is hell,
But the absence of a voice?
PIGS
Murderous
Monstrous
Sadistic
Bullying the weak
Killing
With impunity
Then urging calm to the victim
Calm?
They want calm?!
NEVER!!
The only way to deal with PIGS
Is to stick them
Bleed them!
DEATH TO THE PIGS!!!
…those are my thoughts regarding police in America. I also believe that if our government wants us to get rid of our guns, they should disarm and abolish the American Gestapo first. Otherwise, they just want more victims. And stop trucking them to Israel to train with the Zionist oppressors!! Cop culture is paranoid and dangerous enough without some foreign asshat showing them how best to curb stomp a nonwhite person…!
And frankly, until we achieve police disarmament and abolition? We must never give up our guns. We must not let them make guns illegal either. Sorry to sound so right wing—I didn’t think this way before. I’ve seen the truth with all the brutality happening in this country. Go farther left than the useless Dems, and you get your guns back!
Till next time, my dear revolutionaries!!
As my last post (which I still can’t think to classify as other than a lyrical complaint) suggested, I am indeed under the weather. I’ve been that way since at least January 14th, and while it is getting better, I’m still not feeling 100% yet.
More than a week later, I am still feeling tired and sleepy in the daytime, while coughing and hacking too many times to count. I work tomorrow and I still worry that I will be dragging my feet the next two days. Hoping things don’t get too busy…
I felt REALLY bad Monday, so maybe it’s all downhill from here and my health will recover. Till next time!
(Warning: foul language)
Eyes closed
Almost sleeping-
Then a tickle in my throat.
COUGH!!! HACK!!! HAAACK!!!!!
Jolted from my sleepy state, I gag and cough up the phlegm!
Hours pass-11:45 pm
Back in bed. Almost asleep-
Eyes getting heavy,
Until…
The tickle in my throat returns
HAAACK!! COUGH COUGH!! GAAG!!!!
MOTHER FUCKER it happened again!!!
I go downstairs, nose running, gagging on phlegm.
Time passes-1:30 am.
This time… this time!!
Determined
Not gonna go without sleep.
Feeling fitful,
Body aching from the coughing and hacking…
Hard to sleep now, but eyes still heavy…
Then–that goddamn tickle!!
IT IS MOCKING ME NOW!!!
COUGH! HAAACK!!!!!
You know what?!
Fuck it-I’m staying up tonight!
I hate this damn cold!!
And I wanna rip whatever is causing that tickle out with my bare goddamn hands!!
…As you can guess, this is the roughest night of the week for me. Have had a bad cold since last weekend. Been dealing with the tickle for even longer. I’m not fronting-if I could, I WOULD rip out whatever is causing the tickle. Been dealing with it every night, and now? I feel like it whupped me for good.
Hope you’re having a better night than me, guys n gals. Till Next Time!
Whirring
Moving and “thinking”
The machines are taking over
Taking our jobs
Our creativity
Leaving us with nothing
Except bitter tears
Flying
Targeting
The machines are at war
Killing the innocent
Destroying happy memories
Leaving nothing
Again
Where people once stood
Rising
Gnashing metal teeth
The machines are taking over
Disarming us
Taking our power
Nothing
Nothing!!
Is left to stop them.
This stands as a warning: technology must not advance further than our morality
-self attributed
How long it’s been
Since I saw you.
I used to look forward to you,
Now I dread seeing you.
I blocked all ties to you
From my mind,
My heart,
My contacts
And my social media.
Your last words,
“Kiss my ass, boy”
A reminder of what I meant to you.
I was nothing to you!
But a reminder of who you hate
Part of the Old,
To be tossed aside for the New.
I used to love you,
I used to yearn for your call,
Now? You are nothing
You are hated,
Loathed,
Dreaded.
A lousy mother
Who hated her son.
This is dedicated to all of us who have had to suffer living under a toxic parent. We all have scars from our bad times. If we’re lucky they’ll lie under our skin…
On that somber note, till next time.
As we sleep
We dream of better days
Times where our children don’t starve
And we are not at war with our neighbors
Dreams are good
But reality isn’t
And thus
In order to realize the dream
We have to fight for those better days
Our enemies are fighting
Your enemies are fighting
Are you?
Happy holidays, and May we all have our better days in the near future! Till next time…!
Studio CreatiV: The Writings and poetry of Dustin Plank