Tangible Relationships

I needed something tangible
That would place the fished
Heart back to its sea, and from
Five to seven I figured it out,
Something logical about the
Causation of interpersonal
Relationship, which can be
Imitated into plurality and
Defined beyond the hours of
A person’s watch walking down
The streets of the city centre –
As if, instead of the two arms,
There were six residing within
The five to seven notion of
Something extremely tangible,
And before I even reach a
Somewhat factual conclusion,
One might wonder about the
Plurality above the second
Person: is that really possible?
Whether the disagreement
Entails the loss of a major
Relationship depends on,
I guess, the openness that
She or he would gather from
Their limitless surroundings,
But generally speaking, (if
You are still following) the
Majority accepts the other
Without entanglements,
Disorder, complications per se,
Although, I am intrigued by
Those who accept it without
Negative connotations, and
As for me, I am in between,
Like there is always moderation,
But let us move on to the
Duration (something I really
Fancy), well, it is an important
Status between partners,
And I believe, the expectations
Should match otherwise the
Fished heart will just drown
In the suffocating air open
To all passers-by, and since
Five to seven is just two
Entities apart – hours,
Minutes, days, weeks –
Whether the two (or more)
Disagree or agree will
Always solve the problem
Of waiting another entity –
Hour, minute, day, week –
And now I reach a dense
Conclusion about persons
Who wish to begin something
On the lines of a relationship:
Open your eyes and go for it.

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A Child’s Game

Raise your level of imagination,
To that of a child building those
Blocks of letters, stacking them,
With that contagious tiny smile,
He might get absorbed into the
Colours and use that to solve a
Problem that he himself might
Have created, but he will feel
A challenge with exhilarating
Rush of emotions once logical
Reasons permits him to finish,
Or he might endure one more
Rule of his own creation where
The edges of perfectly-shaped
Letter cubes should be aligned,
Or not, as it depends on his brain
Waves cooperating with his heart
To beat for a vibrant self-portrait,
Here, creativity was explored with
A bunch of wooden cubes, see,
One might disregard the details to
Conclude that it is ever so boring,
But maybe you just need to raise
Your level of imagination, and
Observe those friendly monsters
Surrounding this child to play with
Him this simple but awesome game.

Change the System Not the Climate

Now, you just need to write
It down like you did before,
Something you are angry about,
Something about this world, or
Something you are passionate about,
Something that you want to protect –
No matter what,
Something you want to forever erase –
No matter what,
Write about the voiceless justice,
Or about the cries of rotten rats
That swarm the news headlines,
Billionaires owning what we hear,
What we see, and what we read,
The one percent guiding us,
The ninety-nine, into believing
The benefits of their mastery over
Our voluntary enslavement,
A charitable movement from us,
The ninety-nine, towards them,
The one percent, and indeed,
We allowed our men into war,
Maggots feeding on the sizzling
Dish to be served on golden
Plates and royal cutlery that
Become tomorrow’s headlines,
And we believe in their heroism,
We cheer for their deaths,
And we cheer for their return,
Returning wounded and voiceless,
And if any exposes the buried
Atrocities, then we accept
The system that puts them
On the menu for Today’s Special,
And we vote for the one percent,
For their beautifully carved thrones,
A burden that we choose to carry,
In our name they decree airstrikes
On hospitals, schools, and places
Of worship with cover stories to
Allude us into dancing our feet
Off the ground until we believe
Our transformation into celestial
Creatures; angels that protect
The world from corruption,
From demons in their own lands,
The lands of the ninety-nine,
Resources sucked out dry
As their thrones continue to
Expand in our sacred name,
And as we smoke our air
Into smithereens because
The system is meant to be
Treated that way, we await
A dance ritual from the one
Percent to alleviate our
Suffering, and what we,
The ninety-nine, see are them
False banners about the attempt
For climate change in the next
Few decades, a hopeful bait like
A carrot to a donkey’s journey,
And one day the carrot will
Burn and the donkey will
Run in reverse failing to
Notice the enclosing floods,
And indeed, in our sacred
Name the planet will survive,
The one percent in their jets
Will survive, but never us,
The ninety-nine of us
Will continue to roll a die
Into the inevitable homelessness,
An acceptable collateral damage
Discussed in their board meetings,
So, no need to find a solution
Since there is no problem
In this profit-driven system,
Devised by the one percent;
Meanwhile, we applaud their
Beautifully carved thrones as
They dust us out of history.