Civilization

What we call civilization
in this world
is only a mask.
Paper thin, veiling
barely
what is beneath.

This world is built
on contrasts.
The stock market rise
and the crash.
The peaceful ocean’s waves,
and the tsunami.
The growth of an empire
and its fall.

That which is suppressed
will always surface again
violently
because this world is also
built on violence.
It is in the very nature of life
to destroy.

But this world is also
not all there is.

Dear one,
after so long of trying
to play a game with rigged rules,
don’t you think it’s time
to seek another option?

Choose instead
the still small voice
that whispers joy.
The voice that says
that all are one.

If that makes no sense,
feel free to keep trying
to reorganize this world
though all attempts
are taking one grain of sand from a beach
and moving it to the ideal spot
while disturbing millions of others.

But why listen to me
when I’m just
a cheeky poet?

(c) 2018, Michael Anuszkiewicz

Cheeky Keys

My key ring is enormous.
Gargantuan.
I have a hundred
Keys to God.

Sometimes
I get guerrilla
And start dropping them
In seemingly
Random places
That you often frequent.

You picked one up
Last week
An orange skeleton key
Bright brass
And you had
An unwavering
And odd feeling
It was smiling at you
That you promptly forgot
As you lost it
In the bottom
Of your bag.

No matter.

I will drop
A hundred more winking keys
That will cheekily grin
Until you finally
Grin back.

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017

It Is

Happiness is not
dependent
on any thing
in this
tired
world.

All things here
are transient
winking in
and out
of life.

The true joy
cannot be
fueled
from such an
inconsistent
source.

Yet it is
there.
It is
true.

It is
the one
thing
that is
undying.

Seek that,
dear friends.
Seek that!

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz