Naked Emperor

Money money money

It is all about money

Never enough
Always wanting more
Hoarding
Flaunting
Splurging
Wasting

Mistaking wealth as respect
Mistaking money as power
Confused and
Dazed

So yesterday there was this news....

So I know nothing about art

And do not know who Barnett Newman is
But since I am not blind
I see the blue painted canvas
With white stripe down the middle

For someone to pay close to 44 million dollars
The utter joke of human behavior
A farce
Just like the story of Naked Emperor
Now that story I remember
From childhood days



But never thought about it
Or understood fully
Until now...

One phrase that hit home

"collective ignorance of an obvious fact..." 

Was truly in play for art sale above

Granted the value of a lot of things

Is not dependent on the item itself

But the origin or significance of such item

Like the signed book by a famous author

Old antique piece of furniture

Or baseball that won the world series

Obviously this painting of blue with white stripe

Is valued for not the actual painting itself

But for its significance 

Regardless

It is a value placed and dictated 

By human nature's 

Desire to own an item no one else has

It is pure vanity
Stemmed from greed
To own
To have
To keep it in one's possession
To declare to the world
That you have paid more than anyone else

Going once
Twice
Sold to the bidder for 43.8 million dollars

What an accomplishment of pure vanity
It is really an embarrassment
And shame

Destination

Time flies but
It has no wings

Or it may be that you
Are flying through time

Either way it is too fast
For most people

But how ironic is it that
When you are actually flying

The hours just do not
Pass by fast enough

Depending on your
Destination

Then I Can

I am not blind

Yet I cannot see

I am not deaf

Yet I cannot hear

I am not stupid

Yet I cannot understand

I am not dead

Yet I cannot live

No I cannot

I cannot do anything

Until I can see

Although I am blind

Until I can hear

Although I am deaf

Until I can understand

Although I am stupid

Until I can live

Although I am dead

Then I can

I can do anything

When Guns No Longer

Who can take away
The power of the hurricane
The heat of the fire
Or the light of the sun

Who can stop the rain
Falling from the sky
Or the tsunami
Crashing onto the shore

Who can persuade men
Having tasted the power
Of holding a gun
To give it up

It is too late
To stop the water
Once the dam is broken

But it will come to an end
When the path of destruction
Has taken its course

When guns no longer
Can kill

As Days Get Long

I listen to the sound
The sound of the wind
Blowing through the tree

I see the tree
The tree on the ground
Shaken by the wind

And the leaves fall
When the time comes
When the days get short
And temperatures drop

But the tree stands
Throughout bitter cold
Weathering the storm

Until the sun comes up
And days get long
To start over again

To continue to grow
Without being chopped up
For firewood