living (in some other world)

as the words of the Province

came cutting through railed steeled wheels,

the deep pain of others

broke a heart for a world that lives in consequence;

outside this window seat,

the passing autumn

painted a different scene.

the whistle of a cross-country train

broke apart the early morning fog.

seeking, it looks for the world that could be

anything other from what everyone else could see.

//

caught a glimpse of the glowing media

showing a falling world

with failing souls with fouling ideas;

the quietness of disbelief fills the room

as the sunlight crawls across the carpet.

we are living in some other world

where once man rocked in the free world,

now collects the broken peace of unity;

pick yourself up and draw the curtains,

peak at the world below

and find the promise of a needing discovery awaiting

//

as the words of the Province

came cutting through railed steeled wheels,

the deep pain of others

broke a heart for a world that lives in consequence;

outside this window seat,

the passing autumn

painted a different scene.

the whistle of a cross-country train

broke apart the early morning fog.

seeking, it looks for the world that could be

anything other from what everyone else could see.

c.2016 bgw

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and in today’s news….

to all who breathes

and to all who leaves;

each day we wake,

and each day we take.

as we forget,

we sometimes forfeit.

american holiday mix drink toast,

raise your glasses and let ourselves roast.

take heed to the news that rapes our emotions,

natural disasters make for a false front for needed national answers.

“and in today’s news,

the media molds your mind like paper mache…,

details at eleven…”

 

and yet to all who breathes

and to all who leaves;

each day we wake,

and each day we take.

and as we forget,

we sometimes forfeit.

 

 

 

c. 2015  bgw