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08-24-2009, 08:28 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Couple Poems I wrote.
One of these was recently published.
Nullification When did I become this expendable commodity? Every societal norm is nothing but odd to me I'm increasingly aware of my own insignificance Contributing liberally to my growing indifference I'm crushing under the weight of my sporatic intelligence Ive crawled out of the depths, but am returning to hell again. This internal conflict is destroying my soul I don't seem to be accomplishing any of my goals Yet I seem as if I was put here to write To try and offer someone else some insight I utilize adjectives, pronouns and verbs To assure that my spirit is projected and heard But it offers little solace when you're dying inside Evidence of my failures in the tears that ive cried I have a tough exterior becuase my emotions are inferior Love was never something fabricating my exterior An ineffectual intellectual is what I truly am Cynical and realizing the folly of man These disgusting human beings that surround me like air Inherently evil becuase life isn't fair Its a roll of the dice, the life that we live It'd be nice to breed nothing but healthy kids And live in a world where hungers no issue With no viruses that corrode muscle tissue With no threat of crack addiction polluting the streets With no acts of terrorism dilluting the peace Its said desperate times call for desperate measures In my opinon, a euphemism, for sinful endeavors It's these things I realize that make me not care Theres no other mind to which mine can be compared Becuase im on a seperate tangent of existence Where everythings black and white, plain and simplistic I'm living in purgatory, but I am yet to die The transition will be something I fail to realize I am not depressed or stricken with sorrow I just have no emotions, purchased or borrowed No one can even concieve my plight The reason im tossing and turning at night Im sick of this life and this need to pretend Because regardless of what I do, its the same in the end. Man. I am the reason you turn off the T.V. When you see malnourished children in need I am the cause of every wary And all the nuclear weapons we store I am the development of chemical weapons Pardoned as simply a means of protection I am the spread of violence and disease the magnitude of which you cant even conceive I am the motive behind rape and murder Societies criminal catalytic converter I am the profiteer of war and violence and the eerie post-atomic bomb silence I am the reason push comes to shove the universal bankruptcy of peace and love I am the cause behind 9/11 and mankinds' dependence on hoping for heaven I am insurgency, rebellion, and hate The likes of which we just cant regulate I am the upper class neglecting the poor Saw-dust in formula they place in the stores I am the turmoil in the middle-east We profit too much to truly advocate peace I am the priest who molests little boys When questioned the clergy seemed to lose all their poise I am the rationale "out of sight out of mind" You stay to yours and ill stay to mine. I am behind everything morally illegal I am simply mans inherent evil.... |
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