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Sincerest Soliloquy:A Faltering Appeal

Updated on August 2, 2014

Conquered minds, blind to our fetters, divided by nothing but lies

We pour time in repugnant futility, naively nurturing our disdain

Collectively, potentially the means are in our hands

To ascend the drudgery, the agony, the desire, we have it all

But at odds we descend, again and again,

Bailing our sinking ships with thimbles

Flogging our dead horses with obsolescence

Propping up our avalanches with wishes and prayers

No less a fool am I, alone to think I could make a dent

But a lone is an illusion.


Please rise


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      RodneyBlaec Rainey 5 years ago from Louisville, KY

      “ A place to stay

      Enough to eat

      Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street

      Where you can speak out loud

      About your doubts and fears

      And what's more no-one ever disappears

      You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.

      You can relax on both sides of the tracks

      And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control

      And everyone has recourse to the law

      And no-one kills the children anymore.” ~ Roger Waters

      I was just singing to my daughter who will be 6 months old on the 24th. This song popped into my head and I was moved to tears. How could we let anything get in the way of such a vision? How could we just throw up hands and say "oh well, that's just the way it is"? It breaks my heart. Anyway, thought I would share.

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      RodneyBlaec Rainey 5 years ago from Louisville, KY

      "Would could"? doh! I meant to say "we could". Anyway, Thank You Mr. Holland. It's comforting to see we're on the same page.

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      Bill Holland 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Slapping band-aids on severed heads...what a great line and so very true. Loved this poem and the images you created, and the message, of course, is right on.

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      RodneyBlaec Rainey 5 years ago from Louisville, KY

      Thank you for reading, bravewarrior. What I meant by “a lone is an illusion” is that no one is a lone. No one is an island; even the hermit in the wilderness needed someone or (I don’t know) a pack of wolves to raise them to hermit status and even then they rely on and contribute to a network of living breathing organisms. The idea that humans are an individualistic species is one of many lies which divide us, we need each other. This isn’t to say that we should all be the same. I understand that it’s up to us individually to rise, but if we don’t stand collectively we will continue to fall.

      As for our system, we constantly augment tiny aspects of it and rarely consider starting something new, something that will bring us together, feed everyone, shelter everyone, educate everyone and allow our positive unique attributes to shine cooperatively in harmony. Would could do this, but we don’t. Thanks again.

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      Shauna L Bowling 5 years ago from Central Florida

      You can rise and you are not an allusion! Yes, the world is full of band-aids placed on ills, but it all starts from within. It is up to us - individually!


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