Treasure Island

Allan Gerard

~Fading American Dream~

Bases loaded, as are the owners pockets
Filled with the dreams and disappointments of the young
But here's the pitch, if you steal for home
Your out, in other words, game over, done

So you start again, this time one on one
Your handling the business through moves
And maneuvers none can follow
Until someone did, stealing your work
And making a life out of it

Your feet tire from chasing the dream
So take a break and entertain
Go ahead, it'll all be ok
Base your life around the hole in one
You never made

Or, take a dive in your swimming pool
Like what's his face did in the 8th
Swallowed his pride and got paid
All laid out for the world to see

And we watched, watched intently
As the world fell down around us

Game after game, overpaid players
Fly high until breaking a wing
And crash hard when the puppet master
Cuts their strings

Society in a gluttonous feeding frenzy
Feasts on the emptiness we pay for
Because life isn't what we want it to be
So we get lost in their distractions
Forgetting what it means to be

When your on top, not everyone loves you
Others want to bring you low
Until you hit rock bottom

A place where people can't even remember your name
And care less about what you know

You, like this nation, are a memory
In a dusty book packed away
Until one day, someone opens a book
And sees a nation that was once great

Saddened by what one sees
Upon reflection, their mind beckons the question...
What really happened?

We watched, watched intently
As the world fell down around us

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014
Edited: Friday, July 04, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This isn't a sleight towards players, owners or sports in general.
But in a dying economy with all the multi billions of dollars that go into sports, marketing schemes and the pockets of owners and players one would think with that amount of money circulating that if people really cared, are world wouldn't look a fraction of how bad it really does.

So, yes, I feel people get way to much money in Hollywood and the sports arenas which are in great part corrupt. But more or less this is a question to the people, asking what happened? How long will we as a nation or even humanity bury our heads in the sand just so we don't have to watch the world burn down around us. Really, what happened?

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  • Anthony Di''anno (8/25/2014 7:54:00 AM)

    Yeah spot on fella.

    Powerfully written.

    I'll tell you what went wrong,

    people refused to believe that they were slaves,
    their lives controlled by one percent of the rich diluted in ninety nine percent lies and trickery.

    Great poem (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (8/2/2014 10:51:00 AM)

    I enjoyed reading your powerful thoughts and insights on
    the American Dream. Yes humans bathe in the intensity for fame,
    and fortune. Ultimately though the less unfortunate suffers along
    with it. Very intensely written but so true. (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (7/5/2014 7:05:00 PM)

    Breaking of dream and getting tired of chasing dream are the base of modern tragedy.Ultimately.we see the sharp division between two classes rich and poor.Great! (Report) Reply

  • Nalini Chaturvedi (7/1/2014 10:48:00 AM)

    I lived in USA for 9 years....saw and felt it the way you do. Some people quote Ayan Rand to promote corporate greed. I don't accept it....u are a fantastic writer...enjoy your poems (Report) Reply

  • Yash Shinde (3/17/2014 11:50:00 AM)

    there are a handful of people in ever nation, even in India..who use public money for own use.........its a great irony, that economy is declining, but income of a few households is rising.......this is poem is worth to be published in every has struck the bull's eye! ..great work.........keep writing always...
    - - - Yash Shinde (Report) Reply

  • Rajesh Thankappan (3/12/2014 11:01:00 AM)

    Everywhere there is a story of human greed and self motivated interests. Humanity is made of the good and the bad, the exploiters and the exploited, a song and a groan, in short, a combination of many interwoven opposites. Anyway we cannot leave things as it is and so each one of us will have shoulder the responsibility and focus our energies upon salvaging the situation so that the overall picture of mankind beams positively. (Report) Reply

  • Maryanne Richards (3/10/2014 4:32:00 PM)

    People don't ask what is happening. We are all part of the consciousness of humanity so whatever we put into the consciousness of the world will be what we get out of it. It is up to us; we are the world. (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (3/10/2014 1:51:00 AM)

    , , this seems to be the problem of every nation in this world, , , the people who gets the power is never able to use it positively, , , , its similar to the the movie, , lord of the rings, , , , where one who gets the ring would suddenly be a different person, , , the humans were never made to live with this extra power, , , , he cannot simply handle this, , , he would eventually rust if he gets to much of power, , , (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Burkett (3/2/2014 6:55:00 PM)

    An excellent expose on what's really wrong in the world... Money = Power + Greed... always has been and always will be the root of all evil. But more so... I believe I detect a glimmer of something more sinister being spoken of in your lines... If I'm not mistaken... I believe you're making a subtle reference to the pacifier that's been stuck in our mouths… as our nation... and the world... crumble around us. As we sit idle and drooling sucking on an electronic tit that itself is in turn sucking the very life out of our collective consciousnesses.... and WOE to those of us who attempt to spit that pacifier out! And not only take notice of what is happening around us... but be so bold as to bring it to the attention of others~! ! Oh! We’ll pay dearly for that transgression… ~Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain! ~

    Touché Allen! Extremely well penned, Sir! (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/28/2014 2:05:00 PM)

    A Wonderful poem with many captivating lines. This situation is faced world wide. It's not, there is not enough resources, actually every person can live happily in this earth with three square meals a day. But the resources are monopolised by one class of people while others are left with no resources or means of livelihood at all. Unequal distribution of wealth, unemployment increases....
    You have covered all the topics in this poem itself.
    Thanks for the thanks provoking poem. Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Far Lapenna (2/28/2014 2:05:00 AM)

    Stunning - the emotions in this poem are subtle yet noticeable, its a beautiful piece of work (Report) Reply

  • Anoushka Sinha (2/27/2014 9:59:00 AM)

    wow its marvelous! ! i could feel the anger, truly inspiring. yet another phenominal poem by allan gerald! ! =) (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (2/27/2014 4:39:00 AM)

    Very relevant write! The anger is real.It seems I'm reading Miller's write! Great! (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Di''anno (2/26/2014 12:37:00 PM)

    A satanic cult has been allowed to run the world is the short answer to what really happened. Now we worship celebrity and allow them to steal our energy along with our money. We follow these false idols as though they were gods. We yearn for their lifestyles and we clamour to own the products that they endorse. The veil is thinning though and soon the whole world will see the truth.
    A truly great poem Allan. (Report) Reply

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