Taxpayers paying the price,
Through the incompetence
Of the privileged few,
Water, electricity, food and the like
Too pricey to maintain.
Ordinary folk selling their cars,
Losing their homes,
Redundant from their jobs,
When will it end?
The courage to be themselves
Rising up to be tested,
The masses unite.
On the consciences
Of the righteous.
Working into the grave,
Pensions that don't stretch
To even the most basic of rights
To be properly fed and heated.
This is your chance
Has the Capacity
My darker days
Releases a thousand butterflies
He is someone
That I both like
His personality just shines
Humility, his sweet nector
Oozes from him
Just like the honesty
That is obvious to me
I am who he makes me
I admit this
Because it is what I always required
Experience has taught me to be cautious
But he is infectious
And I have caught him
Happiness spreads through me
I look forward
To every moment we share
As he penetrates my icy exterior
He is the making of me
Melanie Duncan (c)
This is a poetry I had written when I saw my sister crying. It felt bad as it was a silent release of emotions.
So here goes;
Never saw you...never saw you this way,
I thought you had given up...given up this fray.
I knew it pained and it pained a lot,
I saw your tears for the first time I thought.
Your face though covered, your hands your veil,
It had a story, it had a tale.
Your eyes though tired, did cry a river.
Just couldn't see, couldn't see you shiver.
Please smile little sister please smile,
some things in life may push you the extra mile.
"Life on it's way being simple, being the way I wanted it to be. A family, meant to be together, friends who were your own, a soulmate to cry and smile with, I had a life, just as good as yours.
This is my story.
We would meet up at a common friend's place, discuss our days, our deep and darkest secrets, work and obvious gossip. These were the times I could always express myself and these were more like detox sessions, ever refreshing.
Often we surprised a friend, by smacking cake on his/her face and watch him/her grow with us for another year.
Fire stokers, bridge builders, ball jugglers,
Weavers, tunnellers, atom chasers,
guitar thrashers, cyber geeks, sausage sizzlers,
peaceniks, heretics, rebels, refugees,
swindlers, poisoners, punks, poets,
centurions, slave barons,
Rocket scientists, revolutionaries
all live/d here.