GOING OUT OF BUSINESS

What if the planet we live on was sold and someone else tried to run it, would it make a difference ? Here's the answer. I tried to write this as straight forward as possible. Not much in the way of flowery poetry here. I've tried to juxtapose serious issues with irreverence. ( at least I hope that's what I accomplished ) You will notice a shift in style halfway through this poem, not sure how that happened, but I do that sometimes.

I bought the planet earth today
it was going pretty cheap
Broken down and boarded up
ready for the scrap heap
I bought it from a dude named Bob
He had a long white beard
Shook my hand and wished me luck
as he brushed away a tear

He said:
" I thought it was a grand idea
the project I began
It seems that I forgot about
the independency of man
I gave them all a place to roam
a will to call their own
Now the world has been infected
with evil overgrown "

" No one believes in miracles
they've turned their back on me
So I depart, abandon hope
There's nothing left to see "
Then Bob takes pen to paper
and signs the sacred deed
" Now it is your problem son
you deal with their wanton needs "

He stands there for a moment
looks me in the eyes
" One last thing I have to say
Goodbye sweet earth, goodbye

He hops a cloud and blows away
across the skies as bright as day
I send my crew down to inspect
to measure mankinds interlect
Can I save their tarnished souls,
thaw the hearts long since cold
Can redemption still be found
buried under hallowed ground ?

But when I read those grim reports
I know to what I must resort
Since people feast on strife and war
I'll give them what they most adore
Armageddon beyond compare
annihilation everywhere
Set their spirits free at last
Demolition, what a blast

Everything will revert
to when everything was dust and dirt
Don't blame me, it's not my call
The path you chose caused your fall
Now silence sleeps on this earth
We begin anew, a new rebirth
I have great plans I start from scratch
With a man and a woman a perfect match

I won't interfere, hush be still
It's going to work this time I know it will
I gave them a paradise a great view of the sea,
but what is that snake doing in the apple tree ?

KILL ME BEFORE I DIE

This I count as a failed experiment. I was trying to write a poem that doesn't rhyme. Since it's the only one, ever you can tell I did not take to that idea. I thought it would free me up, but instead I felt restricted in what I wanted to say. Not very happy with it, as I don't think I delved deep enough into this subject matter. The title is something I had laying around for ages. Never knew what it meant. Truth be told it's probably my favorite title. One day if finally occured to me what it should be about. It's a struggle between a husband and wife. He is dying of cancer and wants her to kill him to put him out of his misery. She on the other hand refuses because she loves him and wants him around as long as possible. The poem is supposed to be an conversation they have, arguing for different view points. I like the idea, I just think I failed miserably in the execution. Well, you be the judge.

HIM:
Adrift in a sea of pain
afloat in a mist of tears
Ever so slowly I fade away
I am dying my love
Death is taunting me
prolonging the agony
Relish in my suffering
refusing relief
Kill me before I die

HER:
I look at you
with such helpless eyes
I know what you've become
a remnant of what you once were
Such a greyish pale I've never seen
Repelling any glimmer of life,
but what is left
is better than the barren loss of love

HIM:
I am so cold
with winter in my veins
Every drop of me meliting away
Dripping like an icicle
There's fury within me
as I question your choice
If you love me still
cast aside these doubts
and kill me before I die

HER:
How can I grant your wish
and rob me of you
A selfish act I do admit
clinging to the past
When your misery ends
mine will begin
I just want you here a little longer
I just want to hold on to forever for awhile