By Megan Rheaume-Brand
Wake up, go through the motions, get home, sleep, repeat.
She is born, she plays, abused at school, works, pays, dies.
Just like the rest of us- we pay for an education, to work, to die.
Our insides scooped out, pennies galore, poverty abound.
And really, when taking the time to delve deeper, it is just a symbol.
It is a hunk of metal, a destroyable paper, a digital memory; no value
But somehow, it rolls on the grungiest floors to slip into wanting hands.
It accumulates its wanting grime from wanting hands and empty boxes.
It is an alabaster box- beautiful with a price, yet translucent in our greed.
And when the church wants for help, we regurgitate through and through.
But am I a hypocrite to complain; should I pour scent over his head?
It all comes back to searching for that truth, and always wanting-
A want for love. A want for faith. A want for wisdom. A want for power.
A want to fill the space of their alabaster box for the world to only glimpse.
All they want is to feel warm again, but it is too cold for that purpose.
It is too meaningless and maddening, unless I accept it as the absolute truth.
All I want is to wash my hands of its filth- to live up to my own standards.
I want to strip myself of all materials and commune under a carefree sun.
To wake up, skip sustenance, die a little, drift away from it, melt it down.
“I was inspired to write
this poem by a church sermon on greed. And really, what the government wants us
to do is pay exceedingly high amounts for an education which will supposedly
help us find a job, so we can work to pay them all we earn, so we can eventually
die and rot in nursing homes paid for by our now suffering children.”
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“Just Give Me Your Love”
By Genie Mckenzie
Don't
give me diamonds
Or
sapphire rings.For I take no pleasure
In all of those things.
I have my diamonds
In fresh morning dew,
And sapphires shining
In skies of deep blue.
Don't
buy me a castle
In
a far away land.Don't wine me and dine me
In a manner so grand.
My food is the pleasure
Your laughter imparts.
My wine is your nearness,
My mansion, your heart.
I seek no treasure
That money can bring
The swoop of the eagle
Will make my heart sing.
The scent of the lilac
The coo of the dove
Are treasures we're given
Through God’s perfect love
So just give me your love,
And I’ll give you mine
No faults remembered
No guilt to bind.
Two hearts surrendered,
Two lives entwined.
Just give me your love,
And I’ll give you mine.
“A poem by Genie Mckenzie – I typed it out because it is for my mother. This is a poem she wrote for her husband – my father – who both have been married to each other for 59 years!!!”
