There Stands Another Refined Man

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There Stands Another Refined Man

There stands another refined man
Impeccably dressed and cleverly planned
He grips a photograph of a vain and sordid past
Sadly claims he’s invulnerable

Yet another motel room
Standard checkout used to be by noon
Bets are off, things have changed
Everything’s been rearranged
By engineers of social decree

There broods a flower by the wall
Summer always drifts off into fall
Bright and shiny for a time
Brief blossom on the vine
Finally falling to the ground

There lay a scarecrow scattered in the ditch
Hard thing to tell was which was which
It had been blown away
By some unsuspecting play
Of the cultural mob

© 2022 J. Mark Witters

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We Are Here

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We Are Here

“Bread and circuses, we are here.”- © 2022 J. Mark Witters.

Well, it didn’t take long. Had freedom of speech for as long as they allowed it. (Shouldn’t they identify as a publisher to censor content?) I enjoyed Twitter for the short time I tested its waters, but unfortunately, they are polluted with woke-ism. Guess Musk didn’t matter after all. Hey, but I’m in good company! (45)

Bread and Circuses

Controlling soul’s desire, though deemed not to exist.
Bread and circuses we’re given. Obfuscation is the gist.
The bright, new shiny object will eventually decay.
Fresh, naive, and gullible- many facts are not in play.

For a price you’ll leave it all behind (for a short time).

In this vast arena, I’m a speck.
Blurred vanities wrapped around my neck.
Lord Jesus lift me from this wreck.

Elaborate construction, employing fear and pain.
Debilitating psyops; pretender in the reign.
Deception’s hideous web hinders what you see.
Only leaving visible, warped illusions of “free”.

Eagerly lining up for answers; wrapping twice around the gutted block.
Using the trendiest of dancers Enticing any who might think enough to balk.
Bread and circuses
Bread and circuses
We are here.
Synchronized automatons indoctrinated womb to tomb.
Encapsulated; isolated in fathomless, self-imposed gloom.
Bread and circuses.
Bread and circuses
We are here

In this vast arena, I’m a speck.
Blurred vanities wrapped around my neck.
Lord Jesus lift me from this wreck.

Simulated interface, sleeping at the wheel.
Imagination knows its place. Emotion keeps concealed.
Another night, repeat the act. The show must carry on.
Without satisfaction, and an atonal song.

For a price you’ll leave it all behind for a short time.

© 2022 J. Mark Witters.

© 2022 J. Mark Witters Skyypilot Media

Gladys Knight, Conservatives Concede Culture War

Gladys Knight

Gladys Knight is one of the greatest singers of all time. Period. I don’t care about the Super Bowl. Never have. Bread and circuses stuff. The only part I watched was the glorious Ms. Knight render the best version of “The Star Spangled Banner” I’ve had the good fortune to hear. Tearing-up from the start of her wonderful voice I still get the same reaction thinking about it the next day, and beyond! She stood up to the haters, and did what she felt was right. It was.

Now we have so-called “journalists” trying to bully her into their agenda. She is a proud American who clearly loves this country and won’t apologize for it.

America first heard Gladys Knight in 1952 when (at 7 years old) she won the Ted Mack Amateur Hour. Along with her brother, sister, and two cousins, Gladys Knight and the Pips were formed. They were highly successful, and Ms. Knight went on to a fantastic solo career as well.

I moved to Atlanta, Georgia (Ms. Knight’s home town) almost 35 years ago. Never have I been so proud to be a resident as I am today. I love America, Atlanta, and Gladys Knight! Thank you, Ms. Knight!

Conservatives Concede the Culture War

Conservatives conceded the culture war. It’s pathetic, but it’s hard to win a fight when you aren’t even engaged. It gets tedious to think that if you want to hear something from a conservative, it is some guy with a cowboy hat offering a safe, homogenized version of “country/pop” ooze.

In an article by Jasper Hamill-“Millennials Prefer Music From 20th Century Golden Age to the Pop of Today, Research Suggests”, he says: “Scientists tested a group of millennials on their ability to recognise hit records from different decades. The 643 participants, typically aged 18 to 25, maintained a steady memory of top tunes that came out between 1960 and 1999. In contrast, their memory of 21st-century songs from 2000 to 2015 – while higher overall – diminished rapidly over time. Lead researcher Dr Pascal Wallisch, from New York University in the US, said: ‘The 1960s to 1990s was a special time in music, reflected by a steady recognition of pieces of that era-even by today’s millennials.’ During this period songs reaching the top of the US Billboard charts were significantly more varied than they were between 2000 to 2015, or the 1940s and 1950s, said the scientists.” (Jasper Hamill).

Era of Annoying

In the era of annoying “millennial whoop“s, (I addressed this crap in a previous post), people are starving for new ideas of what a song should (or could) be. The golden age named in Mr. Hamill’s article (60’s-90’s) was far more adventurous than the superficial squeeze thrust upon the listener today. Perhaps that’s why people don’t listen. There’s nothing to challenge them or make them think. Why bother?

Conservatives seem to narrow their choices (it’s narrowed for them, thank you very much) to country/pop formulaic-red-neck y-sound-a-like fluff. There are a lot of us that like to think about what we listen to. That’s why you usually go back to hear something you can actually hold on to for more than just the time spent listening to it (if you make it that far).

It’s past time for conservatives to be given serious music choices. I don’t identify with that dude in a cowboy hat. Come on, let’s have some serious choices. I’m going to keep offering them, like it or not!

© 2019 J. Mark Witters