promises not solemn
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Tag: despair
The Bane Of Humanity
U.S. Senate Collection
the stench of greed
fills our senses
the ensuing evil
of dapper men
sabotages our existence
we languish
under the weight of exploitation
and oppression
choking on the scraps
…will we make it another year
or will we rise in opposition?
**NOTE – I’m quite shocked this indictment of “politics, as per usual,” hasn’t been scrubbed from the Senate website yet.
| Title | The Bosses of the Senate. |
| Artist/Maker | J. Ottmann Lith. Co. after Joseph Keppler Puck |
| Date | 1889-01-23 |
| Medium | Lithograph, colored |
| Dimensions | h. 12 x w. 18.5 in. (h. 30.48 x w. 46.99 cm) |
| Credit Line | U.S. Senate Collection |
| Accession Number | 38.00392.001 |
Object Description – This frequently reproduced cartoon, long a staple of textbooks and studies of Congress, depicts corporate interests–from steel, copper, oil, iron, sugar, tin, and coal to paper bags, envelopes, and salt–as giant money bags looming over the tiny senators at their desks in the Chamber. Joseph Keppler drew the cartoon, which appeared in Puck on January 23, 1889, showing a door to the gallery, the “people’s entrance,” bolted and barred. The galleries stand empty while the special interests have floor privileges, operating below the motto: “This is the Senate of the Monopolists by the Monopolists and for the Monopolists!”Keppler’s cartoon reflected the phenomenal growth of American industry in the 1880s, but also the disturbing trend toward concentration of industry to the point of monopoly, and its undue influence on politics. This popular perception contributed to Congress’s passage of the Sherman Antitrust Act in 1890.
Heartbreak
Redux
My pain is nestled in these lyrics.
Bringing back those days of hurt so acutely, so clearly.
Wounded beyond repair, devastated by the despair.
The US once my cure for loneliness, no more.
Shattered in an instant.
Unease in my core, life flickering out of my heart.
Every moment of remembrance takes me back when you split US into two.
I fear I’ll need a lifetime’s worth of healing to get back my equilibrium.
Clouds part
Just to give us a little sun
There’s a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There’s a limit to your love
Your love, your love, your love
There’s a limit to your care
So carelessly there
Is it truth or dare?
There’s a limit to your care
I love, I love, I love
This dream of going upstream
I love, I love, I love
The trouble that you give me
I know, I know, I know
That only I can save me
I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go
Right down the road
There’s a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There’s a limit to your love
Your love, your love, your love
I can’t read your smile
It should be written on your face
I’m piecing it together
There’s something out of place
Oh
I love I love, I love
This dream of going upstream
I love, I love, I love
The trouble that you give me
I know, I know, I know
That only I can save me
I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go
Out on the road
Because there is no limit
There’s no limit
No limit, no limit, no limit
Limit to my love
Songwriter: Leslie Feist, Jason Charles Beck
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Licensed by: UMG, [Merlin] FUGA Aggregation (on behalf of Arts & Crafts Productions); UMPI, SOLAR Music Rights Management, EMI Music Publishing, CMRRA, UBEM, UMPG Publishing, and 8 Music Rights Societies
When you get older, plainer, saner
When you remember all the danger we came from
Burning like embers, falling, tender
Long before the days of no surrender
Years ago and well you know
Smoke ’em if you got ’em
‘Cause it’s going down
All I ever wanted was you
I’ll never get to heaven
‘Cause I don’t know how
Let’s raise a glass or two
To all the things I’ve lost on you
Oh oh
Tell me are they lost on you?
Oh oh
Just that you could cut me loose
Oh oh
After everything I’ve lost on you
Is that lost on you?
Oh oh
Is that lost on you?
Oh oh
Baby, is that lost on you?
Is that lost on you?
Wishing I could see the machinations
Understand the toil of expectations in your mind
Hold me like you never lost your patience
Tell me that you love me more than hate me all the time
And you’re still mine
So smoke ’em if you’ve got ’em
‘Cause it’s going down
All I ever wanted was you
Let’s take a drink of heaven
This can turn around
Let’s raise a glass or two
To all the things I’ve lost on you
Oh oh
Tell me are they lost on you?
Oh oh
Just that you could cut me loose
Oh oh
After everything I’ve lost on you
Is that lost on you?
Oh oh
Is that lost on you?
Oh oh, oh oh
Babe, is that lost on you?
Is that lost on you?
Let’s raise a glass or two
To all the things I’ve lost on you
Oh oh
Tell me are they lost on you?
Oh oh
Just that you cold cut me loose
Oh oh
After everything I’ve lost on you
Is that lost on you?
Is that lost on you?
Songwriters: Laura Pergolizzi / Nathaniel Campany / Michael Gonzales
Lost on You lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Originally posted 7/26/2018 on I Write Her.
Reblog – Melancholia by Rahul Gaur
Such a brilliant capture of the feelings of loss and uncertainty. The accompanying image complements the emotions well.
The act of wanting consumes
my mind so much that
I never realise what I really wanted after all
Losing myself at the ends
of her fading footsteps
and the silence left by her echoes
and the echoes left by her silence
I only end up imitating my wants than
really know what I wanted at all
The melancholy monster consumes me for not
knowing but that is when I know
this monster is really not a monster
as I ponder…
…where do I go from here
if not inwards
To save me from the beginning
of the building blocks of my utter doom
Melancholy opens up wounds
that can only be closed by facing the fears
that created them as I realise
All I receive is connected to all I give
amidst the karmic cycle of my intents
The ignorance of the immediate fate
I put too much emphasis on
The laughter of my perpetual bloom is
connected to the whispers of my eventual tomb
Reblog – Spotlight Poetry – ‘Without Love’ – by Goff James
Even with the despair in both the image and poetry, there is still hope. I thoroughly enjoyed the emotional ride both took me on.
Without Love by Goff James
Poem Attribution © goffjamesart/photography/poetry
Click here to read more poetry by Goff James
Image Attribution © Serj Fedulov, Loneliness, (Date Unstated)
Source Attributionhttps://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Loneliness/324530/215097/view
The End Of Hope
only some children
can claim that life is easy
only some adults
have a life that is easy
for there are many whose dreams
shattered before their eyes
heartbreak and heartache
the sum of their existence
when what is spoken is not true
when deceit dominates
yet forgiveness is expected
escape to better living is excruciating
Reblog – Take It All In by River Dixon
There’s such a raw feeling to this piece. River takes on a heavy subject and delivers its message so eloquently. It will leave you feeling heavy.
Reblog – Fall by Steph J. Millz
Is restoration ever possible? This piece highlights the depths we go to and quite possibly never recover from.
Nothing has been the same since you left.
I am far from myself.
Trying to be things I feel I cannot.
It isn’t what you would want from me.
You knew the real me. You had accepted it with open arms & wanted me to stay that way. It was something that should have been so easy to do.
In fact it was.
But it was not easy for me somehow.
Incompetent I am for failing to do a simple task.
How I wish I could revert to that last time we spoke. Had I known it would be the final time, my words would be rearranged to keep you. To give myself a final chance to prove myself.
Every time I look back I that day, I consider it one of my biggest failures.
Because time after that has me filled with so much regret for all of my…
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Shituation
20/20 doesn’t mean what it used to
hope was sucked out of our beings
drowning us in metaphorical waters
the despair vibrated in the gasps of the dying
can we recover…
politics, and the anger it fueled
climate change, and the natural disasters which ensued
sickness, and the devastation that followed
all of it ravaged the land, the body and the heart
i hope we can recover…
but there are stronger ones among us
survivors, come what may
we’ll need to lean on them
or forever lose our way
we can recover…
Thanks to my hubs for the title of this piece! I’d wanted to write one final piece about the year 2020 but hadn’t found what I would call an acceptable way to lead into it. Recently, while having a discussion, I misspoke trying to utter the word “situation.” Great discussion and a title was born!
Reblog – PAIN by Asonje Jesse
Very profound thoughts. I was impressed with how the writer captured the emotions “feeding” on our misery. Well done micropoetry, IMO.
The pain is a parasite
Feeding on my hurt
Growing and mutating
On the sorrows of my ego
The child of a bad experience.
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