Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.
The old maxim says: "The best of life is free" -- meaning love, health, happiness, and peace of mind.
Well, apparently not so in the western hemisphere, notably in America, which is admittedly marked for its excessive materialism where everything has a price -- including that "best of life".
So, love you can buy three ways: 1) by being a well providing husband, 2) by being a sugar-daddy, and 3) by being a customer in the "oldest profession". Hey, this is supposed to be a satire, so let me do the damn thing without worrying who is taking it too seriously.
Next, as for health, who is really falling for that philosophy about "keeping our immune system in good shape by minimizing stress" -- and never having to see a doctor. Paradoxically, here in Canada I could have a free brain surgery -- but I haven't seen a medico for over a dozen of happy years. But my neighbors down south see "health" as an item to be bought, in form of an "affordable medical care".
Let's see about happiness. Nope, not free either, because dope and booze cost money, and your "intensity of happiness" depends on the quality of that crap that you can afford. Hey, one is even named "ecstasy".
Again, I don't drink. don't smoke, don't even have coffee. You know, one of those weird oddballs who doesn't have appreciation for a good sniff on that divine white powder.
Up there I forgot to mention that I am not even a particularly well providing husband, and my wife of 56 years still hasn't left me. Looks like we really believe that the "best of life is free". Our problem.
Now, as for the peace of mind, that's another item that costs one hell of a lot down south, as my American neighbors have to keep paranoia at bay by keeping home guns and over 75 military bases scattered around the globe -- to be ready for all their imaginary enemies.
Well, someone might say, that explains why not enough money is left in the purse for a universal medical care. But that "someone" will now stop all this before joining those imaginary enemies.
Let's rather switch to my next three pieces of prose in rhymes. So, if some of you even get pissed at it, at least you'll get it served in form of poetry.
Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.
-- Oprah Winfrey
Feeling Loved Through Possessions
Some believe they can only be loved and respected
by their money, achievements, and possessions
without much to show they would feel rejected
their value measured by such impressions.
Maybe they didn't feel loved for who they were
not enough hugs, support and praises
like no one really showed to care
in all those young phases.
So they see mirror of themselves in what they buy
and should a compliment come, it goes deep
spurring such souls for new and new try
with something expensive or cheap.
It's mark of western materialistic paradigm
where all values have on them a price tag
true closeness belongs to some other time
now it's time to buy, to show off, and brag.
It has to be visible, and has to have a price
for love is not experienced any other ways
it's how you make yourself and home nice
well, it is this modern, western style craze.
There's something empty in those who don't hug
who don't ask many questions about others
with their own importance like some drug
while other people's value just bothers.
You can believe in whatsoever you like. but the truth remains truth, no matter how sweet the lie may taste.
-- Michael Bassey Johnson
Sugarcoating the Crap of Life
For a good part of life we are in fight
combining it with some swift retreats
all that merely to keep our affairs right
and to win a little between few defeats.
In words of Mary Poppins, sweet player in the story
"with spoonful of sugar the medicine goes down"
so escaping into illusions keeps us out of worry
while oftentimes we laugh just not to frown.
While hoarding possessions and mastering pretense
we may go through life like through a dreamy nap
and even if it makes only some temporary sense
we damp so much sugar on all neglected crap.
Whether it's dope, or sex, or good old booze
we always seek a line of the least resistance
with nerves dulled we think we can't lose
and if it fails, we get shrink's assistance.
But some day crap catches up with us
forced to finally face it we are disarmed
with no sugar effective and too late to fuss
left with only option to fix what's been harmed.
We dose down on each emotional crutch
addressing our issues squarely and right
giving ourselves that compassionate touch
as we see our life under a truth telling light.
The ego is the false self -- born out of fear and defensiveness.
-- John O'Donohue
Ego -- Our Jailer and Tormentor
Like a beast in daily need for something killed
ego feeds on remains of our dead dream
having made sure it couldn't be fulfilled
while ably replacing our self-esteem.
To ego, life is all about surviving
not about dreams and happy ending
it's about struggle and constant striving
while using our false pride and pretending.
Driven by its exaggerated existential fear
it compensates with its fancy makeup
always switched to surviving gear
causing us nervous breakup.
It's posing as something that we truly are
but also succeeding most of the time
playing its ego games often bizarre
in theater of this popular crime.
Wherever you look, it's egos that you see
presenting souls with some fancy labels
acting out what soul doesn't want to be
in this human zoo of countless fables.
Ever ready to argue, to beg, or complain
vulnerable -- but hiding it as best as it can
it's our jailer and tormentor driving us insane
globally perverting the genuine essence of man.
© 2020 Val Karas
Val Karas (author) from Canada on December 16, 2020:
John -- Well, satires are meant to be a little uncomfortable, but then it's also up to someone's capacity to handle truth how they may respond. Thank you, buddy, for nice words of praise.
Val Karas (author) from Canada on December 16, 2020:
Peggy -- Thanks. As long as we are telling the truth, it doesn't matter if we write it, sing it, or draw it; and whether we say it yelling or laughing or whispering. Truth is truth.
I am happy you liked my imitations of poetizing.
Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on December 16, 2020:
As John Hansen already wrote, this is "excellent stuff!" You have laid bare some truths using satire and poetry about serious subjects. Well done! I also enjoyed that quote by Oprah Winfrey.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on December 15, 2020:
Excellent stuff! Both your commentary at the start and the poetry contain uncomfortable truths for many, but truths all the same. Satire it may be but...
"The best in life is free" well that depends on where you live and how you relate to all the pressures and influences around you.
Like in Canada, healthcare here is also free unless you want cosmetic surgery or something like that which is seen as unnecessary and for vanity's sake. I usually have a blood test every two years or so to make sure things are in order, but that is about it.
Thanks for sharing your insights, Val. I also love the quotes.