Second Life

See the angry acts of many rich
too proud to bond

with mother earth
their caskets bulge

with stolen goods,

no thought to share their riches
with generosity, given freely

their greedy souls ever searching
their habits deadened, never knowing

thoughts worth thinking.

Some people care within their own demise
their envy keeps them living,

their thoughts so easily lead astray
their longing never ending.

It’s how falsehood gets passed down
from generations onto

those seeking
sustenance over fear,

plentitude over awareness,
bitter after the war to win all wars is lost,

roles played again and again
they sing their lonely anthems.

Their search for meaning never stays
the price too high

the road too steep and winding
the streets unpaved,

muddy ruts along the way
too deeply formed

too costly to repair with academic kindness

too easy to surrender with utter blindness.

The end result?

Blindness, winds its way along/its pathway leading nowhere/
no hope of rescue from their dying,

too lost to find/the road that’s never there/their narrow thoughts an outside force/that seeks to win the day/despite their loss of living.

Their fear? Death before living life.
Their regret? Unknown dreams and fantasies never lived/locked up crying within/never seeing the light of day/never real love finding,

a game they play with no winners.
except those few who find themselves

home at last
at journey’s end

at the place where life is

living …

21 thoughts on “Second Life

    • midcenturyman says:

      I don’t know what this poem is about. when I started writing it I was thinking of Donald trump but I couldn’t blame ALL wealthy powerful people so I said ‘many’ which .. in poetry I think its’ best to make unequivable statements. You either believe something or, you don’t. there’s no in between … say what you’re going to say! should I condemn all rich powerful people no … so when I say ‘many’ to leads to vagueness. but this is all blah blah blah … I’m talking about evil people who only think of money and power and you can tell they’re evil by the way they treat people and their condition is universal that is, wherever they are the same inhumanity occurs. .

      the second half I was aiming to describe the pour souls who believe in T since I believe they will feel bitter about their betrayal. they WILL be betrayed. I try to make the point that, it’s their desire to believe in something coupled with the frustration that the world has moved on leaving them behind. they have NEEDS. they are the desperate. unfortunately, many of them are armed and live in small medium sized towns and cities.

      the only salvation for these people … not that it would change anything … is the hope that SOME of those manipulated poor souls who give their support might see the light and return to a world of normalcy. IF they don’t they’ll have to live with the ugliness of knowing they enabled a man like T. to ….. well, we’ll see.

      we are living in dangerous times.

      is this 200 words? it’s kind of a story. I’m telling you what it’s like to live in America right now. the majority of people feel shame, a sense of impending doom, division lines that seem to be hardening, lines drawn in the sand, threats that could be real and those mentally challenged people who see the chaos and divisiveness they are drawn in by the lies and hyperbole.

      Once the truth comes out from the mueller investigation … the findings will be so chilling and so unbelievable that …. many people will NOT believe the findings. and this is when it all begins …. .

      if you’ll send me your address I’ll send you my first chap book … I plan on publishing at least twice a month. why not? I have compiled almost ten years of work. I’m ready to throw as much up against the wall as I can hoping that some of it sticks.

      tell me what your world is like. you moved out of the village but it’s not so far so you visit or ….. WHAT DO I KNOW? I don’t even know where you’re from … methinks it’s either an on or off shore part of new Zealand. I dream about working with the natives in the forest. ks …..

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      • tribalmysticstories says:

        KS – you and a few people on my blog have become very special friends – like family to me. You’re very welcome. I’ve had a few health issues and I have to deal with them now, but I will have a new face blog when I blog again. You can always write me on gmail. Take care. :)

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      • midcenturyman says:

        i wrote you … i lost it … long commentary, interesting thoughts maybe you’d like, many words about The Tragedy, a true story seen through the eyes of a ten year old boy ……

        and why i’ve been gone so long ….. it’s a long story but mainly computer blamed. excrutiating not to be able to write and share with The Blah out there for almost thirty days!

        you would have enjoyed the comment i wrote but lost … at least i tried to make it that way ….

        health issues can be a serious matter. all my organs and heart are working well together it’s my skeletal frame that has been victimized by gravity but i’ve been blessed by infusions of titanium in both knees and the best English porcelain in my hip ….

        It seems I’m more creative in many but not ALL ways ….. at times more than ever maybe because i have more to draw from or it’s natures way of giving a little ‘kick back’ for all the shit .. whoops … sorry …

        whatever life is whether it’s made up or fate or random acts or we are beings manipulated by the forces around us with consciousness only an illusion as the caved light of the worlds we live in spin by just long enough enough for us to struggle with it long enough trying to make it into something good ….

        … and so we go stumbling down hill trying to catch up with the light that’s spinning by too quickly for us to make sense of what we see … we mold our lives from the stories stored inside and the ones we get from others ….. we make it into story with a beginniong middle and end that won’t hurt us or hurt others ….. but in the end it’s all recycled to be used to make mid twentieth century Danish Modern lamps and accessories.

        Anyway … The Tragedy is a trued story that had to be told.

        Seen through the eyes of a ten year old boy, little did i know that telling it would give awareness and evoke deeply hidden feelings within myself.

        it was an easy one to write with plenty of passion driving it …. passion still alive … but a different kind of passion that stems from a wondering black unrosolved ball of questions wrapped up in rubber bands like the inside of a golfball … the other side of human nature … the ‘sinside’ …. take the cover off and watch it all come inraveled …..

        it’s good to be back …. i hope you are well …. you don’t have to call me KS. You can call me kurt …. or kyle or kevin or kylie or ken or kenny …. but, the first choice would be the best choice since it’s my real name.

        please be well …… ks aka kurt

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      • tribalmysticstories says:

        “Kurt” ?, okay Kurt. I’m so sorry I called you KS – but I have this bad habit of calling people by their initials. So you were away too? Ohh it is catchy..Haha. I’ve been away for a long time. I’m well, thank you so much for reaching out. Earlier (about mid year) I was quite ill. It is one of those things that you inherit and never know until you arrive at the age where “it” is due. But I seem to have gotten rid of it. I’m lucky. I have also been caught up in the art – mostly painting and now illustrations. I still write a little, but I have neglected my blog and feel guilty. Now I have to think of a grand comeback of some kind. I love it when you write me. It’s like me or someone taking an adventure in your mind somehow. Seriously – it’s pretty cool. I know what you’re saying, even if we don’t say or use the same words, but sometimes, I feel like those metal furniture, melted and bent in different ways and I do not know anymore and then I have to recover from all the odd bent shapes into something good, something better.

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      • midcenturyman says:

        and is the something “better” … what is the ‘better”. … I keep thinking that better is a world you can take no longer bent and twisted reality surrealistic world not of your familiarity or making well … it would drive me crazy … oh yes! and IT would probably drive me crazy too! oh jeez!! I’m so sorry … I hate it when I do that … oh and while I’m at it ………………………… I wanted to remark about your comment “I’ve been away for a long time,” because, I’ve been away for a really long time !! that was supposed to be a joke …. …. just kidding I’m a pretty sane person I outta be I’ve lived long enough to know what’s right and wrong and it’s good to know you’re gonna die maybe in ten years or sooner or 15 or later but, not forever and not … that soon. ……………. Your bright lights get a little brighter and the ones you don’t use fade away you get a chance to shine your days away except I wish they wouldn’t always be a blinking light ….. You want to know how old I am don’t you? I’m “no old”. my parents never told me what year I was born so it’s anybodies guess. most of the time I’m an idiot kid I just can’t help myself I drop stuff at the cashier counter or notice some dumb thing but people always laugh. I hear life stories all day long. some people leave a trail of tears … I leave a trail of laughing I don’t know why … I’m not afraid to act dumb because stupid is funny … I’ve tried to be an adult … throughout my whole life but I’m not sure I ever really was one … except I was a great dad I mean … WE were great parents. But I think my parenting was good because I was a kid for the most part ………
        is your world a twisted talking Bizzaro world you can take no longer, you need to get away you don’t know what to do when you return or if you’ll get away but get away you must? is this what it’s like?

        I have to go …. my mind’s a blank. it’s the middle of the night over here you know! take care good girl …. ks aka Gile Steele … that’s another story …. I’m aware what I have written is a pretty lousy excuse for a journey through the mind … maybe I’ll do better in the not too distant future. smiley face … take care … loveu ks

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      • midcenturyman says:

        I’m still thinking about your Salvadore Dali world ……

        my thoughts on ‘time’ in relation to you re-starting your writing …. are this. I get very nervous because I’m not producing my chapbook two times per month. I went a month without producing anything because of a problem with my computer that’s a long story ….. . What I’ve found over the years is that once you do something you haven’t done in a long time and then, after a long time people see it, it’s like, you haven’t been gone that long. I used to feel more and more anxiety about not doing what I wanted to do thinking people will turn their backs on me but then one day after a long time making a post, I did one that resulted in me saying to you, “it’s good to see you again.” And you said, “I never left.” melted my heart …… .

        And, it’s an example of how people think, I think. …..

        another favorite example is ….. if you’ve left home for several years and you’ve changed as a person … grown, developed … have new experiences, etc. then, you go home ……. mom treats you like you just walked out the back door yesterday and it’s like you never left! so, this is my attitude now about NOT writing and feeling bad. Once it’s out there, you’re off the hook.

        I remember the women playing water that you sent me and it’s still an illuminating sight within my mind … so beautiful …. so maternal ….. so loving of nature ….. I was moved.

        I hope you had a restful day with family in the back yard with those 12 to 14 varieties of trees you told me about ….. I have bougevvilla, my favorite color, slash pines, oak trees with huge trunks and shallow roots making them prone to tipping over in hurricanes, ligustrum, and bunches of palms cabbage palm being the only native palm among tons of more ‘picturesque’ palms from different climates further north.

        I live in southwest florida along the gulf coast … gulf of Mexico … in a town called Port Charlotte between ft. Myers and sarasota …. on the west coast … in semi tropical conditions. not much variation in vegetation. we have a cottage further to the north in Michigan ….. surround on three sides by the Great Lakes … actually inland seas of fresh water containing 20% of the world’s fresh water. We have a place on the east coast of Michigan along the Lake Huron shoreline. these lakes were formed millennia ago by glaciers that moved across the region … we live in the norther forests with poplar and oak and fir and birch and elm sycamore, and more …… we don’t have four seasons per se in florida so, we go to Michigan for Fall and especially winter since our cottage is warm and we don’t work ….. it’s cozy and great and we eat a lot of popcorn and take walks along the shoreline frozen perhaps a hundred or two hundred yards from the shore, the ice piled up in shards and mounds 10 feet high as the frozen pieces from the lake slowly wash ashore piling and piling and piling up. the air is fresh and I worship the lake.

        I hope you are soaking in nature and that it is vibrating your soul. take care …… merry Christmas …… ks yes, and loveutoo …….

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      • midcenturyman says:

        ever see the old movie about Mr. Limpett with Don Knotts who wanted to become fish one day he was granted his wish …. I envied him … I wanted to be a fish too! It’s gotten to the point that I get no pleasure from the outside world anymore it has become so fouled with untruth and ugliness I can’t listen to what I hear I don’t want to see what I’m shown I just want to go deep into the forest and immerse myself in the worlds I write about. the other day I thought maybe writers are escape artists … they’d rather be in the worlds they immerse themselves in rather than the world around them ….

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      • midcenturyman says:

        have you emerged from the health issues cares and concerns i.e. have things resolved themselves and you are ready to move forward? personal question if you don’t mind. Does the crime rate in Papua affect you and your life? it’s been a while. I hope that with the duration things are getting better …. ks

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  1. midcenturyman says:

    OH! the chapbooks are free! no kidding! it’s payback for all the experiences and the people that are or have been part of my life including you … who make me who I am therefore, I owe what comes out of me to all and everything that has gone into me. your ‘likes’ and comments are a tiny spark of something wonderful that comes along that makes you feel like you’ve done something …… thanks …. ks

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  2. tribalmysticstories says:

    Hi again Kurt,

    I’m in Brisbane Australia now, so I don’t get affected, but I do worry about my mother and siblings and other family members and friends in PNG. Yes, the crime rate is high in PNG. In my past life I had been a police officer and a journalist, so I worked in the thick of it. Thank you for caring.

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  3. midcenturyman says:

    I hadn’t read this comment. how interesting. what a varied life. you have a LOT to write about. have you written about your experiences as a police officer living close to the edge, seeing what ‘real life’ is up close, the good the bad and the ugly. tell me about your journalism. what are you doing now in Brisbane? a while back I read about the riots it seemed a very dangerous place to be people are so desperate.

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  4. midcenturyman says:

    I had an idyllic childhood and writing about it is my passion. there was a brief period of time after world war two when the soldiers came home and the industrial infrastructure of war was in place and there were unlimited educational activities when America reinvented itself from the ground up. we had no enemies, we were powerful. we were the force of good. there was great optimism. the country was a blank slate upon which the modern world was invented. it went well until the assassination of JFK which BEGAN the downslide. there was a window that lasted 15 years when I was privileged to have grown up in a world free of fear where most people lived in small towns and cities and there was this small town ethos and we were allowed to run free to explore the world to be IN the world experiencing woods and trees and fields and streams … I lived in a town of less than 5000 people where generations had grown up together. my friends from then, we share duplicate minds. we experienced everything we ALL experienced but, from different perspectives. in essence we still share this comprehensive brain or mind …. we were fortunate.

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  5. midcenturyman says:

    I ran across this and it was a beautiful compliment very special and wonderful words to say to me nothing can be better and while I enjoyed the compliment what I LOVE is the way you described your life it gave me the chills it let me see inside your mind it let me glimpse the other side of reality or the underbelly of reality the strange world of craziness we are forced to conform ourselves to … how surrealistic it is and how concisely and surreal you have described it … you have described these moments with dizzying proportion … not a place I’d like to live in I’d feel like I was on a merry go round on the verge of being sick …..

    It’s this sentence that gives me the chills.

    “I feel like those metal furniture, melted and bent in different ways and I do not know anymore and then I have to recover from all the odd bent shapes into something good, something better.”

    I think these are very few words that say a lot, lot lot ….. and I think that sometimes without even knowing it just because we are being honest with ourselves or something these little gems come out and they are quite unpredictable and sometimes we don’t even know …. but I think this is one of those gems … a strange, at times depressing but hopeful description of life in 50 words or less.

    and here’s the compliment and it’s really very wonderful and thank you ….

    I love it when you write me. It’s like me or someone taking an adventure in your mind somehow. Seriously – it’s pretty cool. I know what you’re saying, even if we don’t say or use the same words, but sometimes, I feel like those metal furniture, melted and bent in different ways and I do not know anymore and then I have to recover from all the odd bent shapes into something good, something better.

    ks … just call me ks

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  6. midcenturyman says:

    I don’t know how to write you other than make a comment so I’ll here it is ….. I don’t know if you have read any recent posts I’ve made on WordPress and this might sound tremendously trite and maybe even stupid or worse yet, a whole fakakda about nothing (I KNOW you know what that means) IF you read the ‘series’ I wrote about wearing diapers during long distance road trips if you have an enlarged prostate gland … I want you to know that that is NOT I repeat NOT ME posing with his back to the camera … should I say something funny like .. IF IT WERE it’d be a much better picture …. even if it’s true!! not really … …. isn’t that about the dumbest joke that’s ever been told? well … it cracked me up and still does …….

    ANYWAY … the other thing I wanted to ‘comment’ on is, a little while back you said you would resume writing and I haven’t looked into seeing what you have posted so I apologize I really do …. you know, recognizing another person or people for who they are (especially when they’ve created something) even if it’s recognizing a person’s name by saying it is one of the most powerful ways to connect with everyday people and all you have to do is read their name off their name tag … all those connections run the gamut of intensity and they’re all positive things with positive outcomes and what is life all about but making connections?

    so here’s a question for you about life. about meaning. and I’m thinking if there’s anyone I know who might be able to tell me it would be you …. here’s the question I hope I phrase it without endlessly explaining ….

    I’m assuming that when you make ‘connection’ with people life kind of softens around the edges of whoever’s involved even if it’s because you mention a person’s name …. these connections are of a certain nature that, they always produce something at least for the moment, meaningful.

    maybe you could help me by telling me your perception from a law enforcement standpoint. I’ll have to continue this for now though …

    I’m looking forward to catching a glimpse into the world of your mind or the world within your mind …. thanks …. ks

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  7. midcenturyman says:

    my question is ….. can you make connection but the result ends up being something bad … i suppose connecting could … but connecting for the wrong reasons …. whoa …. I’m getting way to esoteric …. sorry it’s you know me … I’m trying to conclude that violence in law enforcement is ALWAYS because a connection does not exist so that therefore there should be ways of to teach the skills of connecting as a skill ….. ? my bad every question I asked you I answered blah blah what do you think ? k

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