Poems
Distracted state
Our lives are always distracted by someone’s agenda, in a constant barrage of he said and she said, a daily obstruction to remove productive thoughts from your head, they use natural curiosity to take you down their dirt road, off your paved lane, to share their burdens of shame they’ve been carrying that might make you insane;
Talking heads on the news, parading dysfunctional lovers and which partners they happen to choose, making millions off your views, and the money they spend, forcing you to use the little money you have, just to be part of their trend;
They try to obscure the facts by shifting your focus while they raid the barn like a plague of locusts, spreading news you cannot use, and with so many in the marketplace, it’s hard to stop them invading your space, to fulfil their agenda, and your time, already limited, goes to waste;
Always tend to what’s relevant to you, never care if what you heard about someone is fiction or true because many just speculate but really don’t have a clue, it’s just your attention that feeds their lonely hearts, with other stories in cue, waiting to be unleashed, when attention wanes, as if you have nothing better to do;
Ignore their news, and live the life you choose;
Your time is yours, and you determine if you’re going to be a winner or clutter your limited brain space with society’s gossip and refuse
Never step in another’s shoe, they know where they’re going, and it’s not about you, leave others issues to a shrink, and you’ll be more wealthier than you think,, time is money, and can disappear in a wink.
– Mark Cameron
The Last Hangman
I tied the last noose
In the days of hanging
And with one swing
I left his dark heart swinging
Now it is no more
The innocent are dying
And another murdered child
Leaves another mother crying
So murderer look me in the eye
And make sure there’s no blinking
What yu gonna do
If they resume hanging?
You kill for power
While I hang for Justice
And if you were dead
You couldn’t exact more carnage
What yu gonna do
If they resume hanging?
Dead man cannot walk
So your tools of murder
Couldn’t bark
Politicians can’t you see
That you need to do something?
Can’t you see that every day
The innocent they’re killing?
You say give you a five
I guess I’ll leave you hanging
I am The Last Hangman
I guess I’ll leave you swinging
Murderer, what you gonna do
If they resume hanging?
God is the Last Hangman
Your Judgement Day
Is coming.
– Lisa Gaye Taylor