There is know way to describe my blog except, all poems are FOR the people as they are inspired FROM the people. and if you were to ask me to come up with a slogan it would probably read.... THE SECRET IS IN THE POETRY... So may my stanzas whisper...
Monday, 31 August 2015
I see the hotel from the outside,
looks very beautiful, so I order
the ticket and choose my vessel,
the reception area is white,
like a sort of heaven,
but angles don't where
gloves and a mask...
it was a rough intro from there...
I am shown to my room,
which had a beautiful view
of the sky and landscape,
so if I am tired of social
interaction or pretend conversations,
I have a place to escape.
After that I go to the dining area,
I guess Earth is more like a
all you can eat,
than a 5 star planet,
she has been rented by a people
who facade in self indulgence,
gorging so much wine,
they could fill a
"3rd world" well.
I walk through the lobby and I
see loiterers who litter,
laughing at the cleaners job,
calling him rubbish as they
stand on a corner talking
nothing but garbage...
I go to my room,
the only decent place
and that's because I can find sanctuary,
I sleep without the plumped up
goose feather pillow,
I hate sleeping on death.
I wake up to go to the pool side,
I am from the one star side of town,
because I get black water with
plastic bags, cans and trolleys
and I don't know what lays beneath
the unseen bottom, maybe fish, I
guess I'll avoid the toxic swim.
Room service ask me was I satisfied
with their hotel, I said
"this has the potential to be heaven,
but right now it feels more like hell"
I was thinking of buying a place
on this planet, but I think I would rather
my original home, to bad my vessel
is a one way journey and the second
captain left as soon as I landed, so
I guess I have to wait in this everlasting fire
until I reach heavens gate.
"Earth is not a hotel,
it is our home,
she is now becoming more forceful,
you can see
it in her Richter tone"