I Want It All -Morality Collection

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Sitting in my cardboard box room
Only small coin in my hand
Flip on the tube, there’s happy people
Living well across the land
Got bright smiles and new clothing
Spending money just for fun
Why should they have all the pleasure
Why not let me dance in the sun

I want it all
I want it all and then some
I want it all
I want it all for myself

I work my fingers to the marrow
I don’t complain, do what I’m told
But every week my check keeps shrinking
While suits upstairs rake in the gold
I don’t wish bad on anybody
That’s what I’d say if you would ask
But in my heart I know I’m lying
I’m plotting out a darker task

I got a plan to get my share now
Gonna keep it short and sweet
I’m gonna make a revolution
And crush the pigs beneath my feet
Put all their money in a pile
I’ll swim in it like Scrooge McDuck
And when the poor creeps come round begging
Laugh in their face, won’t give a fuck

I want it all
I want it all and then some
I want it all
I want it all for myself
Geoff Blanchette is a writer and actor based in Westerly, RI  You can find more of his writings here Notes from a summer of discontent 

 

 

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Notes From A Summer of Discontent

In an old barnhouse
A tiny bat with silken claws
Clings to its mother

He asks, “When I grow,
Will I soar the gloaming skies
And feast on glow-worms?”

His mother says, “My son,
When you are grown you will hunt
Dragons between stars.”

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Geoff Blanchett

Gracie at the Siege of Troy

Upon the battered shores of Troy
did Gracie arise
from the lapping waves.

As the armies of Agamemmnon charged
the walls, Gracie followed
in their wake, the marks of
her claws in the sand
the only trace of her path,
her triangular head
split wide in a grin,
her tongue lolling
almost to the sand,
her eyes bright
and eager.

She came upon
the fallen bulk of Achilles
face down in a pool
of seafoam and blood,
his last drops of life
leaching away
from the shattered remnants
of his foot.

Any true-hearted warrior would
have ended his misery,

but Gracie
was meant
for other tasks.

So she galloped away
into the billowing steams
of war,

and there, on a nearby dune,
mighty Hector
loomed over
the beaten Petrochalus,
his sword raised
for the kill.

One with hatred,
Or at least righteous fury,
in her heart might have come
to the boy’s defense,
and struck out with crushing blows
opposing the bullying hulk,

but Gracie
was lost in other thoughts,
and she passed on,

loping along the shoreline,
where the Trojan
and Mycaenean blood

was beginning to mingle
in rivulets
of bitter wine,
and the screams
of the dying
mingled with the ravenous squawks
of circling gulls.

At last,
with the city gates
looming above her,
Gracie caught sight of her quarry.

She let loose
a howl of joy and,
as her grin enveloped her,
dashed off in pursuit,

as just beyond her reach,
cowardly Paris
ran for his life, howling
to his gods for mercy

as Gracie’s hot breath
cleaned the sand
off his untouched heels.

 

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Geoff Blanchette is a writer and actor based in Westerly, RI

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Morality Park – A.G. Diedericks

Sudden Denouement Collective

Welcome to Morality Park
where sleeping dogs bark
and never lie
Where the fire in our hearts combust the torch of Lady Liberty
With flames that will enlighten
your misconceptions
We are the Arsonists
and tonight,
We will conflagrate the patriarchy!

Do not think us unkind
If you tell us
It’s just inside our mind
We’ll write you
a benevolent epitaph
whilst an empath
runs you a crimson bath

Mad Men tried to contain
the mosaic fragments of our delirium
inside prosaic bottles of lithium;
bereft of clarity
and dressed in normality

Restless sanity
Uncaged anxiety
with legislative amnesty
to fluctuate, and Soar
High, on top of the See-saw

In Morality Park;
There are no grey areas!
Yes, I’m talking to you rapists
You, who said you misread her signals
We’ll hang you by the wrong head
and blame it on a typo
from the judge’s sentence

We, the hypochondriacs

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Saschia Johnson- Morality Collection

Saschia Moraldom

Moraldom

Wrap me in white and send me along,
away to a place where there’s no rules

Rock me steady on a hollow log
listen for my beats, while I drift along

Gift me your love while in white I dream
but what I want is to be alone, I suppose

watch as everything escapes from your scheme
but please oh please let my lover of prose

Sing until I’m a blooming rose.

Saschia Johnson -Creator from Southeastern Connecticut

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Toni Williams -Morality Collection

Toni Williams- on morality

“I define morality by God’s written word.
Luckily God makes it plain
so that we are without excuse.
In fact God lists bad behavior
out in Romans 1:29-32.
Romans 2:1 states we have no excuse.”

-Toni Williams raised catholic, married a Protestant, go to any church that preaches and teaches Jesus Christ is Lord.

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Redivivus -Geoff Blanchette

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Redivivus

Find me a child, one sweet and young
with dimpled cheeks and wrinkled smile,
one who dances with the flowers
and catches mantis nymphs in a mason jar,
one that speaks simply, with no trace of guile.

Find me the child and bring it to me,
locked in my cage in the madhouse of the real,
and I will tell it of all the howling banshees
the rivers of blood, the mountains of bones
and the twin gods of Sword and Gun.

And when the child weeps and asks me why,
why I have told it of all these things,
I will answer the only way I can:
“This, dear child, is the world that I created.
This, dear child, is the world you must redeem.”

Geoff Blanchette is a writer and actor based in Westerly, RI