Thursday, March 12, 2015

Millionaires

The millionaires 
Are 
At it again 

Ruining 
The 
Neighborhood!
Building a millionaire house 
Up on the hill 
Overlooking the temple -

Back in the day 
It wasn't this way 
Used to be 
Country here 
Beautiful place 
Overlooking the sea 
Looking a lot like 
Tuscany 
Now there's a new Tuscan villa 
Within sight 
And as I try and meditate 
All I can hear are hammers 
And saws 
Disturbing my peace 
And the peace 
Of this 
Place 

And why the type 
Has changed 
I haven't a clue 
Do u? 

And now to stop 
Messing around and put 
My earplugs in 
And see 
What I can see 
Of 
The other side. 

Try to keep up!

She died 
And today 
     Is 
Her birthday 

I wish she was
     Still here 
To deal with you
     Dear -

Not that I don't 
     Love you 
I do 
     But 
 I'm clueless 
     When it comes 
To - 
     People . . .

What do they want? 
     Why are they here? 
And then -
     They're always 
     Talking !
Endlessly understanding 
     Everything 
More than 
     Me 
- More than I 
     Do -

I try to 
     Keep up 
I tell myself 
     To listen 
And respond 
     Rightly 
But 
     I know 
I'm not very good 
     At it 

Don't they know 
     The friend? 
Aren't they the 
     Least bit interested 
In such things 
     As God's love 
and 
     Eternal bliss 
What ?

I've never understood 

How they can talk 
     Endlessly 
     Of 
          Trivialities -
I try to keep up 
     I do 

How

How can I make something great 
Out of this day ? 
Be thankful for each small thing -
     They say 
Sit 
     Cross legged and 
Contemplate 
But 
Don't 
Think 
     Too much.