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Poetry by Shay

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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

common thread

it starts with a needle and thread. goes through the fabric needle point first. then back through it over and over again. each swoop of the needle requires the connection of the needle through the thread....constantly connected and all started from one point. the thread never breaks and constantly moves through itself. this is like life this is like the world.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

skeletons in the closet

Skeletons in the closet,
The story is now coming out,
Like a gay coming out of the closet,
This secret is quite shocking,
Even though we see the proof right in front of our faces,
Skeletons that will wake up the world are now coming out,
Taunting skeletons who keep spools of history rolled up under their dark sleeves,
They come and show us destruction based on belief,
Oppression being opposed and the want of freedom drives people to kill or be killed,
The skeletons cannot speak but they can move slowly like ghosts,
Taunting with their secrets,
They taunt like daunting demons,
That stay with a person their entire life,
from childhood to adulthood the demon taunts and daunts until one day it has become too much,
And then those who are taunted strike back at the skeleton,
They strike back and set forth the tide that will carry the world from now on,
Tides of war, disease, catastrophic events will leave people dead in massive numbers,
But this is just the beginning of this skeleton coming out,
Now the people will taunt the writers of the spools to change or accept their fate.

Casualties

We are all the casualties of government control and power,
Yet we do need their help,
Aren't we though, entitled to make decisions along with the government,
It seems less and less like that everyday,
Democracy is becoming just another tool to control people,
Now Michigan's new governor is putting the problems of the entire state on the poor people and working people,
There is now rich and poor, no middle class,
the middle class built this state,
Now the jobs our elder family members had in the industrial era are gone,
We are all casualities of a globalized connected world,
It is great to be connected but some suffe more the more we advance in technology,
Some succeed less and less while some feed off of that to become millionaires,
Amazing MI, I am glad I got to see this in my lifetime because my daughter will know I fought for her, for her future.