poetry – Studio CreatiV: The Writings, poetry and musing of an Angry Man

Fat stacks

A poem musing on how unfair society has become

Babies bombed Children hunted in schoolyards Rich men bathe in the blood And the rage builds God forsakes Rains death for minor slights Over feigned insults And the rage builds Rich men laugh While stealing from all Basking in the light of God While we suffer in Hell And the rage builds And the rageContinue reading “The Rage”

Staring

Staring Deep down Into an abyss I want to jump To fall in But I cannot move

Comfort Dependent on the Suffering of Others

Eat the food Watch the TV Isn’t that guy funny? Don’t look outside There is only suffering out there Stay inside Stay comfortable Don’t worry about your neighbors They only lost everything Have some more bread watch the circus Don’t look outside, dammit! We will be over to take everything from you soon Keep yourContinue reading “Comfort Dependent on the Suffering of Others”

When the Show ends

When the show ends And the credits roll Will you be proud With what was shown? When the lights fade And the bell tolls What will be made From what you’ve sown? Will there be cheers And applause? Or will they jeer And seethe At what you’ve done? But would it matter What they thinkContinue reading “When the Show ends”

To be better

To be better. What is that? Is it some high off plateau, beyond the reach of mortals? A mental state of being, accessible through rigorous physical and mental training? Can it be attained easier than all that? Maybe it is a series of improvements, Like updates to a computer operating system. Maybe it’s like aContinue reading “To be better”

The Goat Lover

Full of spite and unfettered contempt He takes it out on his coworkers. Complaining, sniping… Talking about people within earshot, And if he knew how few people tolerated him, It would change nothing. So petty and mean, People would rather end themselves than stay with him! We call him “the goat lover” But “love” requiresContinue reading “The Goat Lover”

How is it a “new year”

How is it a New Year When nothing changes? When people are sleeping on streets Outside empty houses? When our leaders don’t care Preferring to play war? When the good suffer While the bad sleep well? How is it a new year When the problems of the old year Are still here?

For my best friend’s cousin on his funeral day

Some find meaning in the deepest pits Some find God and religion Some find peace or absolution But all you had was a gun. Many have hopes for the future A dream to be realized A goal to reach They find ways to deal with failure You could only find a gun. I’m assuming, ofContinue reading “For my best friend’s cousin on his funeral day”

My Little Blue Flower-A Tale of Love and Loss

My little blue flower, growing in the dirt, I like help it grow, keep it from getting hurt. Brave little blue flower, bracing for the dusk I’ll be back tomorrow with a water husk. Poor little blue flower, among a field of weeds Got to keep it healthy, its my hope and creed. Helpless littleContinue reading “My Little Blue Flower-A Tale of Love and Loss”