Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
I'm in love with truth, comfortable or not
which often drives my friends away
satirizing world that's lying a lot
and every dirty, unholy play.
My rhymes are often without a finesse
and don't bother asking if I really care
wordy and prosaic, so I would guess
but I simply say what I want to share.
I let those real poets present the art
as for me, it's just playing with rhyme
I am only an idle, and thinking old fart
giving certain style to my killing the time.
If you've come this far with your reading
congrats, you also have some time to kill
and I can't really tell if you are succeeding
whereas to me this writing is a genuine thrill.
So I'm laughing at myself not sparing others
seeing all those masks pretenses and lies
it is not that any of it particularly bothers
but it can't escape my truth loving eyes.
Do We Genuinely Care?
We wouldn't help blind man across busy street
if that "caring" act didn't give us a certain joy
even without trying to pretend or cheat
no matter how this truth may annoy.
When we lose a person close and dear
we don't always think of their cruel fate
but there is something like secret fear
that we'll go as well on uncertain date.
We express concerns over our beloved nation
all noble as it sounds, what else could it mean
oftentimes it's nothing but our procrastination
to address our own life and keep our act clean.
We send our armies to a far away land
to free a people from some oppression
or is it for our influence there to expand
well, how can we count on a confession.
It might take an effort in our heart
to separate wheat from all that chaff
otherwise we'll never be able to tell apart
what's genuine care and what's worth a laugh.
Pissed Off America
First it was the Native folks who got in the way
some killed, some contained, problem went away
but then, all of the Blacks suddenly decided to stay
after granted freedom, and somehow it didn't feel O.K.
Mexicans got useful by performing cheap job
welcomed as such, or so it would only seem
for, soon they got classified as intruding mob
when they dared to share American Dream
Then political differences created deep gap
and that's become a fuss of a different kind
if not about minorities, then a political crap
brother hating brother for an opposite mind.
Then even that somehow wasn't enough
as the whole world got after American ass
new policies enforced unfriendly and tough
to secure supremacy over that hostile mass.
Imaginary enemies becoming a political must
turning even good friends into dubious allies
paranoid eyes couldn't spot anyone to trust
all that nothing but big money in disguise.
Constantly at a war under one or another excuse
and if we follow the money we'll come to the truth
while just parading as if "tightening some screws"
after that not convincing one of "tooth-for-a-tooth".
American people, that biggest of treasure
that has from ever kept their America great
turned servant to this weird political pleasure
with a peace of mind seemingly hard to create.
© 2021 Val Karas