Mustard Mountians

An observation of current culture through my eyes.

 

Abandoned by all

Who knew me

 

To any degree or amount

Painful in it's recount

 

No word nor ring

No sign of anything

 

Save the random text

Requests for monetary and other things

 

Should I fail to meet

The need to satisfaction of the requestors degree

 

My life no purpose served

The ring now silent

 

Random calls

Surveys requesting my voice to be heard

 

Tempting tho it may be

It pains me to see

 

A stab in the preverbial gut

My words abound

 

For those who care it will be found

No treasure hunt or map or luck

 

Too many times, Lies win by votes of "I's"

Where the truth, often snuffed out at the source

 

Eyes covered with coal

Preferring piss soaked snow

with a pitch "You can't live without!"

 

A voice contests

Hisses and boos do the rest

Covering a multitude of flaws

 

Painted failures

Still look better

Than truth

Down a winding and narrow road

 

Yet today I saw hope

As a flower bloomed

 

Inperfect as it were

She stood proud

 

Walked tall

Took her place in the crowd

 

At the end

She even took a bow

 

Rose covered glasses

May becoming a trend of days past

 

As lonely people tire

The American Dream

 

A lost memory it seems

Or one most cannot aquire

 

Some for lack of will

Some for lack of fight

 

For most a product

of simply being raised

in a continual fight

 

No longer wanting anguish

No longer wishing for conflict

Settle instead

Mediocrity and political correctness

 

The dream exsist

No matter the lattitude

 

It seems in short supply

For me I see

A world moving

Tired, calous and afraid to try

 

Brother fighting Brother

Son and father

Mother and daughter

No longer does blood hold thicker than water

 

Our world lost

To our own devices

We see through eyes

hardened by trial and malice

 

Not many take chances

Not many accept

Quid pro quo

Is our new concept

 

Youth now limited

to the time you can't walk

 

Hearts of innocence

a novelty on a figurine clock

 

Cynicism abounds

Friends have many faces

 

In the end

everyone trying to find their places

 

Ill will and corruption

take greedy men far

 

Looking at trends

You may wonder

How I can see any hope

when all leaves scars

 

The youth we stole

from our children for so long

has made them smart,

it's made them strong!

 

Looking at what is trending today,

I see a grain of hope

A mustard seed you might say...

 

Dotting my vision,

clouded with strife,

the seed that moves mountians

is coming to life!

 

Ursula Kay Vos  10/31/2011

 

 

Author's Note

~UKV~

Reviews

[EMF]

A great poem, and no. The length didn't put me off. It talks freely of what most people would percieve to be 'wrong' with modern society. The reasons so many of us want to move outside of it. Indeed it is only our faith in an elusive 'something' that keeps us within it. You have written a stong statement here. Some may agree, some not. At the end of the day the points are valid because of your personal views. That's what gives it its strength. Cracking work again.

[Rikkevi Rue]

first-you give a s**t, so you're not dead inside!
second-you're willing to look and can still perceive, so your "eyes" aren't shut
third-you have the courage to speak out with compassion, so you are still an active part of life and as the native americans say "we are all kin" or "we are all related" in other words you speak up for your family and about your family hence other men are your "family"

The impact of a piece and the response it creates (mentally, emotionally or otherwise) is more important than HOW it was created. This piece is painted with the drama of life. It rings of truth and your conviction carries it forward. The lower emotional tone gives it credibility. You write from the heart which is more important than technique because it communicates more loudly. This poem I added to my favorites