Oxygen

ABasicNeed

By V. Martin

For the past ten years I have notice an increase use of oxygen by elderly and now even the young. My dog has trouble breathing sometimes, as well. There is now aa increase in respiratory illness and deseases. It is my belief it is directly related to the lack of trees. If you think about it it makes sense since trees provided us with oxygen as they cleaned our air of carbon monoxide. With fewer and fewer trees oxygen is harder and harder to come by. If we’re not careful we will all be hauling around oxygen tanks.

Forests can’t recover as fast as they use to because we don’t have enough birds to fertilize and spread the seeds like they use to. If we don’t do something, like yesterday, we are all going to die. Don’t ask me why I care when I have no children to leave behind to suffer in this world we so carelessly created. Except, there are so many children without anyone and I think of them as my own and I don’t want them to have to worry about anything but surviving.  It’s hard enough navigating this world with a family and almost impossible to do without one.  

If there are people on this planet that will survive everything you or Mother Nature throws at them it will be my children. We are resistant, smart, inventive, creative, and indestructible we will be the ones to find away, no the way will find us and make us live to see another day then another and another… 

Don’t get me wrong, this is not what I want to happen but I see us making no real changes to save this planet and the people that call it home. I think we want to be the last, we like the idea of everything ending with us. Not even our children are important enough to make us do things differently so nothing is. So we will continue to try to breathe without oxygen. We will continue to support nuclear power, which I believe to be killing us. We will continue to fly commercial airlines and travel on big cruise ships. We will continue to throw away batteries, plastics, chemicals, and whatever else we feel like. We will continue to treat water instead of filter it. We will stay happily plugged into the grid, even after it caused one of the costliest fires in Colorado history. Death and destruction are certainly no reason to do anything different.

Not having enough oxygen to support everyone on the planet is going to lead to more illnesses, deseases, of the mind and body. The air we are breathing is full of chemicals and pollution leading to a lot of mentally ill people and without clean air and water things will get worse. 

It is not my intention to be negative or depress anyone it is however, to inspire and/or challenge people to get thinking and coming up with viable answers before it’s too late. I wish I had a million dollars to give away but no amount of money will buy us out of this mess. Maybe if we valued life as much as we do money we would have been more careful with life. Every living thing is connected, you cannot destroy one without destroying all.  

BoredomSucks

 ItalsoCreatesChaos

By V. Martin

Let’s face it most of us avoid being bored at a very high cost. We spend a lot of money on being entertained and we go to great lengths to entertain. With that in mind, police, firefighters, and emergency personnel spend a lot of time being bored. There is no telling when they will be called to an active crime scene. During the time they are waiting they may run through some drills, clean and service equipment, and what ever else to stay busy. It is during this time, I believe, they should be out and about in the communities they serve. Relationships are key to stopping crime. The more involved first responders are with the people they serve the less likely they will commit crime. When people are engaged, when they have a purpose they tend to shine,

Police need to be the example that kids can look up to and aspire to be. Kids use to want to be cops, now they need to kill them or be killed by them. The Federal government needs to stop rewarding the police for the amount of arrest or people in prison, instead give money for the lack of arrest and/or people in jail. It doesn’t matter what the people have done in the past, only what they do going forward. Short of murder, molestation, and child rape, these are unforgivable and deserve prison. 

All I’m trying to say is that a lot of people are mentally ill and just need a reset on what is right and wrong. Others just need a guiding hand. Maybe volunteers, for non violent offenders would or could help  police keep crime from occurring.

Maybe I’m being unrealistic but reality isn’t working and we need to come up with something that does. Give people a chance and we’re all heroes in the making.

Quiet Rage

Screaming Silence

By V. Martin

You know what you did

 leaving me with no one to trust

Apart of you hid

The truth, you feel you must

Be drastic and stop our use of

Plastic it is killing everything

Soon we will all choke

Forget your stupid power stroke

Engines. Maybe we should get 

Creative think outside the set

Not all comes together

No matter the weather

Ha! That rhymes 

Mother fucker and 

Sucker

Together love is forever

But never do I want to be bored

Even if it means my apples

Are never cored

It is in the movement

Not in the pose

So get your nose 

Out of my crotch

You Lume bitch

I left my pussy

With my tushy

So suck it 

Don’t lick it 

Definitely don’t shit

On my parade

Or promenade 

All you Bridgetons

Mother, daughter, father and son

If only my life was like…

Anyone else’s but my own

Then maybe I could atone

But as it is, I have asked for forgiveness 

Not permission it is easier that way

Not everyone wants me to succeed

They would rather I smoke some weed

War is war no matter the venue

Food is food no matter the menu

Forward is the only way if we want to continue 

But distract me all you dare

My ideas I will no longer share

It unless it directly assists me in my quest

I am ready to pass every test

Unless you stand in my way

I hope you won’t unless you pay

In every way possible because you 

Have already costs me enough

You I cannot trust

 

 

 

Together

Apart

By V. Martin

Believe me when I tell that I am not competing with anyone but myself.  There is no level playing field for me to compete on so I gave up long ago on being as good as everyone else.  That doesn’t mean that I stop trying to be the best person I can. As long as I am learning and growing I am proud of how far I have come.  This is not a mean or vindictive attitude but an honest and necessary one.  You see without family or friends you have to get creative and maybe even stretch the truth a bit, to yourself, in order to keep going.  

Moving

 Maybe our planet wasn’t meant to be stationary

ByV. Martin

Like us our planet needs to move to stay alive however I want to take it a step further. All the planets out there look pretty dead but ours could it be ours was the last to stay in place? Considering how short life stays alive it is a possibility and we have no record of it. What if our planet is dying because it needs to move to stay healthy? It is no longer viable for us to stay where we are and evacuating the planet is not possible and maybe moving the whole damn thing isn’t either but if we don’t try we may all die. 

Another option is to return it to its natural state, like getting rid of all the damns or at least lower their levels. It may sound extreme but so is what’s going on climate wise.

Maybe I just had too much to drink.

InMyExperience

 We Have It All Wrong

   By Vonia Martin

         For most people it is hard to imagine having to choose between committing crimes or becoming a drug addict. Yes doing drugs is against the law but one the user inflicts on themself not others.  When most of society has turned its back on you where do you turn? To whom ever will take you in; criminals.

The only way they will let you in their world is if they can trust you and they only trust other criminals. The only way to be a criminal but not commit crimes against others is to do drugs. I know it sounds kinda crazy but survival is the key so without even really thinking about it you do what you have to. It may not make sense to the sober mind but the altered one gets it. It’s like you have to sacrifice yourself to save yourself. Not everyone in the foster care system does drugs but I can understand why if they do. When you end up on the street, if you age out or run away, you are faced with some confusing decisions to make.

No one wants you except to use you for whatever they think you are good for; sex, drug running or dealing, violence, thief, human trafficking, or worse. None of which you want to do so you act so stupid and happily confused all you’re good for is doing drugs and having sex. Which mostly hurts you because everyone else has forsaken you for no other reason then the potential you might hurt them because that’s what foster kids do. All you have to do is look at the statistics to know they are just criminals in the making. The reason people believe this is because the average foster kid is conditioned to take the blame for everything, even shit they didn’t do, mostly shit they didn’t do. It maybe hard to imagine, for most people, being in a situation that false confessions are expected of you then used against you like they are real. You are told that you are doing the right thing the only thing that gives you any value at all. Cops love foster kids because they confess to what ever they want so they can close the cases where they or someone they know actually committed the crime. Some criminals use foster kids the same way because they can. Once the case is closed they are in the clear for that crime. It’s too easy to get these kids to falsely confess because they have nothing and are going no where so it gives them something to almost feel proud of. Society has never done anything for them so leaving criminals on the street because they took the fall doesn’t bother them too much. At least in prison they are safe and off the street, they get three meals, a bed, a roof over their head and can stay sober. Most other inmates leave you alone because you never get a visitor, letter, or phone call, no one puts money on your books.

Your life expectancy is way shorter then everyone else’s because you get an automatic DNR without asking you because no loved ones to say any different. Most of the deaths are deemed suicide wether it really was or not because no one cares how you really died. I mean, why wouldn’t you kill yourself when you have no reason to live? You are a scape goat for the worst of us and no one cares that you are innocent because no one cares wether you live or die. Through out you life people have tried to get you to do potentially hazardous things, some even deadly, which makes survival even harder. Over the years, you couldn’t help but developed a sixth sense about these harmful people and the situations they tried to put you in so you wouldn’t survive.   Then there is life itself seems to want you here because you keep surviving even when you don’t want to.

DearLife

                                DearNightmare

                               by Vonia Martin

                                                          
                                                                                                                                        
Dear life, why do you have to be so long?

Like the rope around my neck you keep stepping on

Give me some slack. And my pride back

Stop living your life through mine

You had your chance, I'm not your mime

If you have regrets, too late, you’re out of time
You were denied as a child, what a crime
If you keep pushing your shit on me, I’ll drop a dime
Just to be rid of your sorry ass
And the half empty half full glass
You floated in on, like the cube you are
Take your dope and that sorry ass air guitar
You, road in on. You call it an axe so chop, chop
Get your axe and chop your wood
Into submission but with your permission
Dear life, why do you have to be so short?
Unlike golf a faux sport that goes on and on and on and on and on
You’ll be over before I know it
just as you were fitting in
it’s off to the looney bin
for drugs and restraints
You never claimed to be a saint
No, Far from it
You like to sin, 

If you can win

But as it is,

No life for you as a star                                                                                                                                    

For you it will be pain
All you can eat like a salad bar
Only it comes to you like rain
No veggies just rejection
By the way you never came
You faked every orgasm
In the sack, you’re kind of lame 
No, you suck and swallow
The marrow out of the very bones
Of the people, you claim to love the most
Get out of bed and pull your head
Out of my ass
burn your own fucking toast
You lazy fuck
Dear life, why do you have to be so hard?
Hard like concrete not hard like a penis
you may not be dumb but it doesn’t take a genius
To fake pleasure, harder to fake pain
Unless you keep some in reserve, 
you know you have a lot of nerve
But someone has to say, what needs to be said
Put a couple of lead slugs in my head
Make sure I'm good and dead
Before you wear my ass as a hat                                                                                                                                   
 
I must warn you, I'm a crazy old bat
That’s been hated by far better then you
Pure evil through and through
Now you can float, to the bottom
Rock bottom so you can begin
To descend, don’t try to pretend
You were never my friend, this façade should end
you’d rather smile with no teeth then have you see me so beneath
No, so beyond yourself you’re out of reach
Dear life, how can you be so cruel?
You should have let me drown in my own drool
It’s like a piece of you broke off and is stuck in my throat
Here take another toke, before long you’ll get the joke
To me, if you commit, it means piss and submit
A sample of my pee, to see
What drugs they can give, so I can live
A drug free life, is no life for me
Does anyone have some dirty? Urine? 
I can pay with shit, Wednesday for some pee today?
Now don’t delay my buzz a moment
Too long
Some may say I have a drug problem
Which is true if I don’t have any
But as long as I do and not many
will hear me say,
There will come a day                                                                                                                             
You’ll hear me ask
Dear life, why are you such a bitch?
You should have left me in the ditch
You discovered me in
your excuses wear thin
As my life turns to shit
but you'll never admit 
to what you did.
Behind me you hid, like the pussy you are
no accountability for you not even a scar
that's for me to bare, life isn't fair
that's why I wonder.  
Dear life, why do I live?
I have nothing left for you to give.
so let's call it good 
or bad come now don't be sad
happiness is a choice
unlike the sound of my voice
nagging you to do something, anything
just not what you're doing
whatever that is it's hurting me
the longer you hide 
behind my pride the more I withdraw
my support but I can't report what you've done
with you there is no fun only lies
echoing, vibrating in your endless shallow
soul you need to smoke another bowl.
it's the only time the light comes on
behind your dead cold eyes
and the mountain of lies, you've sold your
self to your weakness
Dear life, why do you always end?
You weren't very kind
As you went slowly out of my mind.
All of a sudden I couldn't speak
Wait a while then we'll seek
out the leak. What do I have to plug
the hole in your soul the piece of you 
stuck in my throat? If I can hack it up
but unlike a boat you don't float
Dear life, why is there so much pain?
that only circles the drain never to go down
only to come back again and again as it gains
a life of it's own and now it's all grown
into the monster I am so then I ran
but she follows me every where I go
at least you can get away, how do you think I feel?
To live this life that to me is so surreal
I heard the saying "you can't rape the willing"?
I became willing so you couldn't be raped
I'd rather be a slut then a victim 
especially when the system is set to protect 
those who pose the greatest threat
The wounds won't heal but still won't reveal there origin
it's like an organ full of cancer if not cut out will spread
like the disease life is. 
Dear life, how can we undo what we've done?
How will our children feel when there's no sun?
how do I tell him he inherits all my wealth
but all of it won't bring back his health
It's best to separate ones self from the crimes
others have committed or you may do their time
"guilty by association" as the saying goes
god this part really blows.
I have no children to explain this big pile of shit to
Unlike you you have too much to say
Dear life, how can I like you?
when I know you're just temporary?
You're trying to set me up for a big fall
first let's recall what got us to this point.
Too soon ago for me to remember
unless I smoke a joint
but I don't do that any more
but I do miss the floor 
I crawled on when 
I couldn't find the door
or my feet for which I could stand
would it kill you to give a hand?
Never mind I'll just land
with my back to the floor
It's a shorter distance to hell
from my graces you already fell 
blahblahblablah
is all I hear you say
You're just talking from your rear
until you tell me what I want to hear.
What that is I have no clue
but I'll know it when I hear it
but go practice on some one else.
I'm just kidding, 
what else do I have to do?
but enjoy all the wonders around me
Like the red skies at night
caused by carbon monoxide or
some such shitty pollutant.
My life is already half over 
if I live to be a hundred and sober
but I won't pretend that I can't wait
to catch a buzz but if I was still
high I would be late to my own fate
which is the fate of us all; death.
That's it take another breath
Which only brings you closer to the abyss
that when it looks back at me it sees only emptiness 
Dear life, do you really know what you're doing?
Or are you just faking it like the rest of us? 
I never asked to be here
in the first place.
Your mostly ungrateful
optimistic, pesimist,  V
#NoOne
DearLife