Liar, Liar, World On Fire

If I put my head deliberately into the fire, there is no appeal to fire or to the maker of fire, and I have only myself to blame. - Thoreau

full throttle

someone let the genie out of the bottle

if you can find him, go ask aristotle

this world is overcrowded

there's not enough room anymore

it's getting smaller everyday

every minute

every second

every eternity

in a twisted modernity and lonely fraternity

with my body bruised and scarred

heart and soul broken and marred

i dug a hole in my back yard

it must have gone down about a mile

someone from china climbed out with a panoptic smile

telling me that my new sneakers from amazon would be ready to ship in a little while

when you die

take some time to look down from the sky

everything's on fire

everything's burning under the sun

in an incendiary world that's come undone

a situation dire

all it takes is a single, errant spark to start a funeral pyre

just look it straight in the eye and inquire

see what will transpire as you sweat and perspire

you'll go blind as you realize that 

the world has become nothing but a damned, bald-faced liar

Author's Note

"My friend is one who takes me for what I am. A stranger takes me for something else than what I am. . . . What men call social virtues, good fellowship, is commonly but the virtue of pigs in a litter which lie close together to keep each other warm. It brings men together in crowds and mobs in bar-rooms and elsewhere, but it does not deserve the name of virtue." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is poetry my friend.
"the world has become nothing but a damned, bald-faced liar"
I believe God had forgotten and the Devil is unemployed. Men create enough hate and violence with no help. The poem is outstanding Pete.
Coyote

[Pete]

it is hard to know which end is up without a pointing arrow. i hardly recognize this world anymore.

[andrew mitchell]

Unfortunately something has to give Pete , it's unsustainable and only the strong may survive. Yes they say money is the root of all evil and the Church continues to ask for it. Hmmh!

[Pete]

so much tension in the world today. random mass shootings, war, where does it end? people putting what's left of their marbles in the wrong baskets. what was wrong has no become right and vice versa.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I look up to the sky and want to go there because it is not fun down here with all that is happening...but if I were up there I would be looking down at the mess.
the hole in the yard...connecting to China...amusing part of the poem.
I built an igloo in my back yard in 1968...it lasted three weeks...and was cozy...
but sooner or later in melted...so I had no refuge from the cold.
This world is so cold now, I want to set it on fire....melt it.
Find some peace before I die.
Your poem is inspiring me....my pen is stirring.
Thank you for your thought provoking poetry, Pete.
j.

[Pete]

for whatever it's worth. money has no value anymore. i hardly recognize the world i grew up in anymore. seems as though we're headed for one world government. we've long since run out of effective solutions. all just a sick game with every move a checkmate.

[Anita Frader]

I really loved this, and great song choice too!
Your poem perfectly reflects the chaos, loneliness, and deception, using vivid imagery to convey a sense of urgency and disillusionment.

[Pete]

sometimes this world seems so twisted and lost. things seem to keep getting worse. priorities seem askew. thanks for sharing thoghts.

[Poetic Beauty]

with my body bruised and scarred
heart and soul broken and marred
i dug a hole in my back yard
it must have gone down about a mile
someone from china climbed out with a smile
telling me that my new sneakers from amazon would be ready in a little while

I love this stanza that has a bit of humor added in. Hole to China and shoes from Amazon.

In reality the shoes we wear, the car we drive and all the material things don’t mean anything in the grand scheme of eternity

[Pete]

lol. couldn't sleep last night and got up in a weird mood. this is what came out of a tired, twisted mind.

[Poetic Beauty]

Well it is a deep thinking poem about the materialistic nature of this world and how things are unfolding