Arranging Reality

Poem ... Arranging Reality

To be or not to be
Is it what we see?
That interpretation
We create so carefully

Those things we were taught
Those things we were told
Will they stay with us?
Until we grow old

But if we choose
A different meme
One that we create
A reality dream

If we make it up
What we want it to be
It become a choice
Arranging reality

After all is said
After all is done
The reality we see
Is unique to each one

Rabid Poet

Change

Poem ... Change

Change is coming
No holding back
The old is fading
No longer on track

The new we fear
Hanging on to old
You be predictable
So we are told

But within that change
A new brightness shines
And things that we see
That brightness defines

We can't stop change
We must say goodbye
To things we are used to
The new we must try

As change happens
We must not dread
Freshness is coming
New visions in our head

We must praise them
Those things we have known
For the gifts they gave us
So that we may move on

Rabid Poet

Pleasing Game

Poem

Pleasing Game

Those you try to please
Will bring you to your knees
They will take your future
And put it in a squeeze

Stand your own ground
Go your own way
Give them a smile
And bid them good day

Their traps are set
For a new passerby
To take on more pleases
Their heads in the sky

Continue your path
And watch them dance
Trapped in their pleasing game
Life in a trance

Doom On

Doom On

Doom on, Doom on, we Doom on.
We peddle down the street
Looking for that special treat
Past vacant buildings we go
Past vacant buildings we go
We are Doomer Girls
Peddling our merry way
Scavenging things to show
Scavenging things to show
Doom on, Doom on, we Doom on

Into vacant buildings we break
Anything useful we take
Past vacant buildings we go
Past vacant buildings we go
We are Doomer Girls
Best tattoos they can make
Scavenging things to show
Scavenging things to show
Doom on, Doom on, we Doom on

Smirnoff here, Jack Daniels there
Bottles of liquid gold in our care
Past vacant buildings we go
Past vacant buildings we go
We are Doomer Girls
Into abandoned liquor stores
Scavenging things to show
Scavenging things to show
Doom on, Doom on, we Doom on

We see clouds of doom
Coming from every vacant room
Past vacant buildings we go
Past vacant buildings we go
We are Doomer Girls
Biking back to Doomerville
With scavenged things to show
With scavenged things to show
Doom on, Doom on, we Doom on

Poem by Rabid Poet

Memes of Extinction

Memes of Extinction
Twirling in my head
Visions of Comings
I totally dread

How did we get here
This ungodly place
Scenes of desolation
Now commonplace

Cities deserted
Except for a few
Living like rats
Their expectations now through

Could we have changed
Spiraling out of control
Not very likely
We lived as were told

Needing new houses
Needing new cars
Industry growth
Blocking the stars

I yearn for that silence
As we become few
And this Blue-Green Planet
Restarts anew.