Sick, sick world

Inspired...

 

 

Sick, sick world

 

 

When pain is the wielded tool,

fear the bandage…

wounds heal never…never

Scarred existence, buried in dark confines

cracks in the frame, a thin hopeless terror

Splintered nightmares pierce,

streets aren’t to be paved in souls…are they?

 

Hatred blooms in thorned gardens of poisonous vines

Blind eyes seek misdemeanor violations,

powered wigs white as frail skin

slam gavels on chalkboard slander

and drink their toast, burned in tea…burned

Burn in hell…burn,

singed of your own disgusting disguise

 

It is a sick, sick world,

spinning for some, leering at others

Claiming lives like junk yard fenders,

rotting in weathered worries,

cut and welded into another’s idea of life,

painted pretty colors, enameled disgrace

that sicken the stomach…shatters my heart

 

And still a star shines, fractured but glowing

shedding light to textured canvas

Inspiring beauty in another’s ink

crying watercolor tears in brushstroke wonder

shading edges so the past sleeps in its own nightmare

pieced together by friendship,

so tell me…why does my heart still break?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[therisa]

Oh Jack, how I wish I could take away your pain, and offer you, a healing touch.

[Jack...]

Therisa, I wish you could too. Thanks so very much for your kind thoughts.

[therisa]

Your welcome, Jack. Just wish I could do more that's all.

[Blue]

"It is a sick, sick world,
spinning for some, leering at others"

Who ever said it's fair? It seems to be leering at me for as far as I can remember. And Jack, thanks for always flooding me with quality RRs. Another good poem from a good person.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Blue. Though I think I need to borrow your name today, I am quite blue.

[Blue]

Borrow my real name 'Joy'. :)

[Angel]

Wow. This is so good. The world is so evil...and it just seems to be getting worse...and worse...and worse...
Thank God for those few, precious friendships...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my precious friend.

[Angel]

Back atcha, my precious friend...

[s y e]

You know I can so relate to this Jack. The world is so messed up and nothing goes right. It throws obstacles at you when you don't need them, when you're down already and you feel like the world is on your shoulders...

//And still a star shines, fractured but glowing
shedding light to textured canvas
Inspiring beauty in another’s ink
crying watercolor tears in brushstroke wonder
shading edges so the past sleeps in it’s own nightmare
pieced together by friendship,
so tell me…why does my heart still break? //

When you have the answer to the last line, let me know. Why does our heart break even if we are happy...? Loved it Jack. Good job, my friend.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sye. The world is a wicked place, that is why we should cherish the good friendships we have and do whatever it takes to keep them intact for they will be our strength. I appreciate you my friend and the kindness you always leave for me.

[Cassie]

We are having a conversation here my sweet friend, all through as I read this poem, I felt like I was there with you and you were telling me all these things you have written and finally asked me why does my heart still break? I do not have an answer write now but maybe you can give me sometime we can have this conversation again and maybe then I will get an answer.

You are simply an amazing poet who takes your readers to that very place you are while writing.

[Jack...]

Thank you Sunshine for your kind words to me. We can have that conversation anytime you like.

[Sami Khalil]

An inspired and inspiring poem in a late awakening for humans before it is too late. Cherishing life, liberty and justice are cornerstones...A powerful write Jack...:).........

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Sami. My heart breaks when I hear about some of the cruelty that roams this world. At times makes me sick I am human.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are so right. Welcome...:).........................

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Maybe my dear Jack because it's human and we know not what we do....well there is a lot of us that do and then there are those who are just oblivious...I am surprised twice today.. once with that lovely portrait and now with this dark plea of forgiving...please forgive me that I don't come round enough. Your a magical talent!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. This was born from a conversation I had the other day with a friend about some very horrific things and it ripped my heart shreds. I appreciate you stopping by when you do. You kindness is always welcomed.

[Baby Ricochet]

It is true under the right circumstances people can be reduced to a blood thirsty mob. Maybe the best thing we can do is not follow that crowd.

[Jack...]

Perhaps you are right my friend. Thanks so much.

[Ken Simm.]

A build up to a remarkable ending. This I feel is one of your strongest Jack. But then you always proove me wrong with the next.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much. It came from a conversation I had with a friend yesterday about some very cruel things happening in this world.

[Beccy]

'Claiming lives like junkyard fenders, crying water colour tears in brush stroke wonder.' It is an eternal puzzle to me how mankind can be so cruel and destructive yet still be capable of producing beauty that takes the breath away.

These dark lines encapsulate my thoughts perfectly.

Beccy.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Beccy. I am thrilled this one spoke to you. There is some horrific stuff that goes on out there, some we are aware of and some we are not. It just breaks my heart and I felt i had to write something.