The Truth Is Told Better This Way

Liz Worth : The Truth Is Told Better This Way. It’s no secret I’m a huge fan of Liz Worth and have been since the first time I ran across her work. She is one of my all-time favorite writers and I am lucky enough to call her my friend. Her work and friendship have helped me through some very difficult times. She is original, fearless, and true to herself. All of these qualities shine brightly in the text of her new book. It’s apparent to me her words will be around for generations to come.

The first book I read by her was, Eleven Eleven. It’s still one of my favorite works of poetry she’s done. I was more than thrilled to be reminded of that masterpiece while reading through the pages of “The Truth Is Told Better This Way.” Like the dots of George Seurat producing a timeless work of art, Liz punched letter by letter, word by word, into a book of poetry perfection. Her view of the world is transcended so beautifully within these pages I think anyone who loves poetry would love this book. Pick up a copy today and enjoy the words of Worth. A true artist of our time.

Pockets Of The Profit Maker

Everything is necessary

In everyone’s

Own needing of necessities!

The machines are taking over

At least

It seems that way!

The laborer

Is becoming more and more

Scarce to see these days

John Henry was the first to

Fight this

Way of working

Where machines

Take the place

Of

Muscle, blood, and bone 

I heard his song

Many times as a boy

This

Folk hero in the lands

Of

My youth

Gave us hope that mankind

Wouldn’t completely

Be taken over

By oil

By steel

By plastic

Yet

We all kind of knew

This day was coming

We just didn’t expect 

It would be so soon

Or

Maybe we never realized

How fast it would

All go by

I guess

There are too many profits

To be maximized

Too much money

To be made

To not go this route

And the machines are

Not only taking the place

Of

Working flesh

They’re taking the position

Of

The mind!

Of

Critical thinking!

Is it possible

In centuries to come

We will have bodies like jellyfish

And

Grunt like cavemen?

The sun will burn brighter

Than ever by then

And the air

Will be too poisoned to breathe

Machines will be our only

Choice

To work outside

Mechanical movement underneath

A radioactive sun  

All for the pockets

Of

The profit maker

To continue

Making their money!

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave

Bathing

Bathing in the silence

Of

Morning

Washing in

The cool air of spring

The birds

Will awake soon

But for now

All is quite!

Sometimes

I wonder

How the birds

Are still singing

At all?

For

The world

Is covered in hatred

Wars drag on

With no end in sight!

It seems

People have become

Numb to

The death and destruction

Of it all!

Sometimes

I wonder if the birds still sing

In these

War torn lands

Or

Do they sit silent

Waiting for it all to end?

Not much has changed

In my lifetime

Two days after my birth

Firehouses were turned on

Crowds fighting for equality

Down the street

From the hospital

I laid in!

Not long after

The Gainesville Eight

Would go on trial

And

Become the anti-war

Talk of the town!

Vietnam and race relations

At that time

Had reached

The boiling point

In the melting pot country  

I was just dropped into!

Yes

Not much has changed

In the last 45 years

In this crumbling world of ours

A place where

Mass shootings

Bombings

And

Killings in general

Happen so frequent

It seems like

Only a few days pass

Or

Maybe even week

Before the next tragedy

Comes!

When will it ever end?

Amazingly

For now

The birds are still singing

Or

At least they will be

As soon as the morning sun

Climbs high

In the eastern sky

 

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave

Sirens

Sirens scream in the

Distance

Out there

In the cold darkness

Speeding through the night

With

The almost dead!

Nowadays

Some folks

Scream just as loud

From their favorite 

Internet soap box

Repeating all

They hear

They see

As actual absolute fact!

In time

Their words will become

Just as dead

And

Lifeless

As the ones

Lying on a gurney

Riding in the death wagon

With year round

Christmas Lights

Flashing on top

Click and share

Click and share

Meaningless Memes may

Just be

Boring the world to death!

Misinformation passed off

As truth

Zombies

Fed by the machine

By

Advertisements

Corporate feeding tubes

Slid with love

Into our self-conscious

Then before

You know it

Their words

Their thoughts

Are being spoken

Into a microphone

In your hands!

But remember

The internet is a platform

That is easy

To stumble and fall from

It’s a tool for information

For communication

The problem is

It becomes flooded

With so much deception

It’s hard to decipher

What is what?

So be careful

What you read

What you repeat

Ask yourself

If I am doing the shouting

What war am I fighting for?

Because

If you’re only fighting

Within the safety

Of

Your castle walls

Shouting to your family

Your friends

And

Your post

Show up only

On their walls

It’s not much of a battle!

Yes

Stand for something

But

Make sure you’re standing

In the storm you’re wanting

To change

Not

Looking out the window

At it!

Dive into the sea

Of

What you feel is wrong

With the world!

Risk something!

It would be better

To

Drown fighting the undertone

Of

Something you hate

Than to stand on the shoreline

Comfortably skipping stones

Across its surface

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave

Fentanyl

I saw a women

Yesterday

Running naked

Across a hotel balcony

High as a kite

She was

Or

Seemed to be

I don’t think Fentanyl

Was to blame

But

She was on something!

Drugs are everywhere

These days

And

Fentanyl

Or

As it’s known on the street

China White

Is

Fast becoming

An epidemic!  

Like Tetanus

Hidden within

The

Poison dart

Rust covered nail

That scratches you

Fentanyl is hidden

Within street smack!

Brown Dope

Now has

This unseen punch

Of

Pure poisoned pleasure!

It’s killing the ones

That choose

To spike their arms

With a needle

And

Push down the plunger

Moms

Dads

Boys and girls 

Age

Wealth

Sex

Race

Poverty or providence

It kills indiscriminately!  

And

When an addict drops dead

All the others

Are draw to that batch

Like night bugs swarming

A streetlight

Believing if they survive

It will be the best high yet 

So

If you kiss China’s lips

It might be your

Last kiss

Kissing this life

Goodbye!  

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave

Zappa

Question What's In Front Of You!!!

Art 1995

                                                                    

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