Inspired by The Slits, the royal wedding, political lies and the bloodthirsty media. All wars and political decisions, are point scoring, vote winners and poll swayed. Don't believe any of them.
Everyone prefers people who aren't around any more,
We're all ghosts of one another - advertisements of progress and decline.
Every shadow abundantly reminds us of what could have been,
The horizon and all roads precariously remind us where we could be.
Memories of childhood smell like vultures gathering post funeral,
Wedding rings for funeral fingers the rich don't understand the poorer.
All parties preach revenge warming tombstone veins - truth's just another fiction,
Clouds in star deprived skies dare to dream among stubborn flowers and bees.
Trash cities full of competitive stained-glass eyes and sex-obsessed artificial lives,
Rich towns are suicide towns daydreamers disappear into a clean mess.
Beautiful dreams asleep on dancing trees love increases its death toll,
Bad dreams born into uprooted and wilting family trees.
Falling in love with anagrams of ourselves withdrawing into what we miss,
Real love cut back like rose bushes, for reality is the dreamers thorn.
Frustration walks on homemade fallen tears like a lost child across ice,
Soldiering on in a predatory world full of paper fortresses and surrender flags.
Also inspired by this Martin Luther King Jr quote: "I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that"
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Falling in love with anagrams of ourselves withdrawing into what we miss,
Real love cut back like rose bushes for reality is the dreamers thorn.
Frustration walks on homemade fallen tears, like a lost child across ice.
Soldiering on in a predatory world full of paper fortresses and surrender flags.
omg... so beautiful. your words touch my soul everytime.
amazing as always the line that i liked the best was
"Rich towns are suicide towns daydreamers disappear into a clean mess.
Beautiful dreams asleep on dancing trees love increases its death toll,
Bad dreams born into uprooted and wilting family trees. "
This is beautiful and true. People these days strive to become what they could have been and lose sight of who they are. I love your style. Brilliant work!
This such a thought inspiring piece, the title is brilliant. You seem to always have the best titles for your poems.
This feels so real and really makes the reader second guess their reality.
Very beautiful. This made me think of a lot of things, first that people will often dwell on those who die and forgot the living. People are obsessed with ghost but not other humans.
I adored this poem, I wish I would have wrote it.
you do great job like always, your topics words ideas images ispired from relity and getting beyond real world ,are usually great, the titles also, me i'm a big fond of your titles^_^
i like it this "poem" philosophical, i do agree for sure we are living in world of lies may be in the biggest lie, but let's be positive as long as there are free spirits...
i like greatly
Everyone prefers people who aren't around any more
We're all ghosts of one another
i was about telling you it is a bit " dark" but then when reading Martin Luther King statement, i just had ^_^
congratulations Russel... thank you for sharing!!!
I'm Russell from Wales.
I've been writing for many years. Writing is important to me and its my only reason for being on this site. I like to take my time on my poems and I hope to keep learning an.. more..