I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Thursday, September 9, 2010

POETIC NURTURE (Pathetic Future)

Life went on in a downward spiral,
a world gone viral and lacking in decorum, no forum for discourse, 
just the forces of nature in coercion with the latest version of humanity without sanity.
The vanity of every man, woman and child had taken a wild turn, spurning tradition and
heading on amission to destroy all good things. Presidents and Kings, lacking in insight,
fight for their agenda, hardly mending fences and fostering the pretense that they strive
for the common good. But, no man had the ability to change things, no hope was ever
offered. We asked not what we could do to achieve that city on the hill amidst a thou
sand  points of light. All we did was fight. In a country of excess, we came to lose the
ability to express, we would digress, a less civilized purpose; a banal circus of
illusionists and clowns. Cities and towns, centers of populations and industry,
armies of force and destruction laid barewithout care.
The inevitability of a
world wide revolution,
a universal solution
to pollution and
hunger, homelessness
and hopelessness,
brought all the
problems to the
common man
to solve. We 
had evolved into 
survivors, alive 
for each other; 
sister and brother,
Father and mother.
Pulling together in
the same direction.
Not striving for per-
fection, but working
to keep the peace.
Poets became the keepers of wisdom, wordsmiths
and scholars, knew it got better before every verse. But first we needed 
to join our hearts and minds to find our footing; a good way to start. No longer were
we right of left.Conservatives and Liberals ceased to exist. Republican and Democrat
were not viable concepts.Too bad we had to destroy all we held dear to get to
here.          Maybe          in          the          future,          we'll          remember.



  1. What timing for this poem, Walt!
    What a comment on humanity!


  2. Adding to Patricia's comments:

    What vision
    What expression
    What dreams may come
    What a poet.