By Justin Greger
a chest worth digging for
of winks and wishes
a muse without meaning
flowers for watching
a scent that fades away in the wind
the warmth of a flame without a wick
yet the smoke stays in the air
Justin Greger
Made in America
PoetryBy Justin Greger
Mandalas
made of steel and dreams
swept into the junkyard of civilization.
Compassion for those who conform.
Sea of milk white sedans
flowing to fabricated fresh out of the box houses.
Purel the colour green
growth must be planned.
Graffiti belongs in the gallery.
Price the homeless out of their clothes.
Gentrify the hood to live the real life.
Young folks come and go
the system remains unchanged.
The Humanities Vs the United States School System
PoetryWhen we remember a book
we remember our favorite parts
we don’t remember the rest
we cut off the crust
skip the foreplay
surgically remove the soul
and burn the bridges that got us there.
The funny thing about fiction
is that it is the only way
that we know we are real, right?
Our histories, our stories
the stories we tell ourselves
that’s the thing of it.
You remember Shakespeare
when the audience would know
what a character would not?
That wasn’t meant
just as a cute plot device
that was meant to teach
humility by exposing
the flaws and limited nature of humanity.
That is why it is called the humanities
and not
made up stories and dyes on canvas
sound waves production
or clay construction
it is the study of us
like psychology and anatomy.
Without narratives
we cannot know anything.
Without a fictional world
inventions cannot occur.
We need this
we need the lies to survive.
Growth by the imagination.
So Yes…
PoetryThat feeling
only a self-medicator
cannot feel
we all need some help
when you smoke cigarettes on purpose
when you drown your conscience
when you get higher than your lowered expectations
Anything to press and hold down
the fast forward button of life
You can never rewind,
only replay
you know it
will end one day
your tape will be used up
you pull it out
Exposed to the light
it burns
letting go
of memories can be hell
but in reality the angels
are purifying you in fire
so that you can enter heaven
So yes…
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