Senseless
Clouds of blue
And skies of white;
The moon by day
The sun by night;
Contradictions in thought and word
So much mental confusion, as
Voices speak, unheard.
'There's a purpose and a plan'
- so some say -
Though hard to perceive in the modern age;
Earth can be a madhouse
We're all quite insane,
Each running amuck
Shouting his or her own name,
So many want to be #1
In the world's eyes,
Foolishly blundering in and out of
Endless empty lies.
Where shall it all end
Where will it stop,
At the drug store
Or the corner doughnut shop?
Anyway we cover the pain
It still will not die,
No matter how hard
Or what any of us try.
It'll all continue to unravel
Right up to the moment
In sudden silence we find,
Alone,
We've run out of arrogance
We've run out of time.
All the lies told
All the souls so cheaply sold,
Won't be worth a damn
Compared to an honest, humble woman or man.
Lying in the grave
What will we do
With all the money we've made.......
Buy a fancy casket
To hide in the ground,
Hoping somehow
To never be found?
It's all so senseless
This self-centeredness,
There has got to be a bigger plan
A true purpose, a real reason for man.
What has happened
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poem by Smoky Hoss
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