Friday, June 3, 2016

Affection Deficit - by - Bob Atkinson

Affection Deficit
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

some cultures here again
seem wrought with violence
not love for which they deviate
from an absurd mental circus

animated, always running
waving arms to convert sinners
whistling in sad darkness
profuse in spitting innards

yet, when love becomes an issue
they sulk there in sad darkness
not loving much another's ways
not respectful or warm hearted

this situation seems
to foster evil dreams
would never in a lifetime
find peace a natural thing

schemes to defy convention
restraint from predilection
upsets common goodness
takes wildness in strange directions

doting on division
never finds fruition as
simple amenities dissolve
in violent power grabs

not letting ideas expand
grow until they stay or leave
who cares what another thinks
if that thought carries only meanness

for love's the only answer
to violence paraded
give them what they ask for
rejection of their status

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Nothingness of Time - by - Bob Atkinson

Nothingness of Time
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

should we wander in our minds
through possibilities unexplained
a notion not evolved in vogue
as a method sought for gain

some ideas flow evermore
sweetens what we feel
working distances guaranteed
to determine what stands real

here, in my want stays many
persons who can touch
my mind without distraction
or sharpening knife of lust

which cuts through an open wound
to settle once and all
whichever tactic takes me to
a construct of decks and halls

I see here in my thought process
something not so real
which opens combinations of
my readiness to feel

feel I've carried this too far
toward some ended line
bordered on solutions
filling nothingness of time

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Whoever That May Be - by - Bob Atkinson

Whoever That May Be
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

"... my idea of stopping wars is to have nations act like individuals...if they don't like each other...move ..." Will Rogers

something to be said of that
quests for power thunder claps
don't seem to foster maturity
drop us down on evolution's path

wickedness of mind
sends bullets shooting far
how 'come we settle in our beds
when daylight brings new scars

do we fight for liberty
or do we fight for constraints
or do we fight for wealth denied
when in our booties quaking

do we fear dissolution
of our way of life
or can we lose directed tone
when things don't seem just right

or, in a fit of sanity
can we train ourselves
in advancement of thought process
that endless, deepest well

I fear here in my coccoon
I hear truth not universal
merely sayings meant to sway
me toward some awful purpose

purpose sings to the heart
when heart beats faster still
loving potential executed
by songs of quiet shelled

no crust formed for protection
no arrogance displayed
love of persons not connected
need be a common saying

for when we hear "the enemy"
we know that's not sincere
for no such thing exists in time
just people who don't hear

hear a tune of love of man
that dirty ogre beast
who evolved to love his god
whoever that may be