Originally Posted by Scorpio Kenny
I want to see your smile once again.
Do you get that?
My existance seems to be somewhere in that vast grayness between fact and fiction, between real and unreal, between is and isn't. I feel as though I'm drifting in an ocean of confussion, my only simile of navigation is this core felt loneliness, which jumps to point in one direction and then in another. It has become clear to me that nomatter which direction I choose it will always lead me further away from where I want to be. I have drifted in these tides and currents for what seems to be eons, all the while the sun grows steadily hotter by fueling itself on my fears and guilt. The heat beats down and blisters the exposed flesh of my heart and my hopes. Iwonder if I will ever find my way out of this situation and then which way is out? is it left? is it right? is it up? is it down? then again which way is left? which way is right? which way is up? which way is down? In a last ditch effort to obtain some sort of navigational landmark, I cast my memorty into my images of a time long past like a fisherman cast a lure into a lake. I snag memories of the nineteen sixtys and seventies, San Francisco, Golden Gate Parf, a grassy green meadow, flowers, music, peace, love, The Greatful Dead, The Jefferson Airplain. Suddenly the grassy green meadow turns into a landscape of dead dried thistles and thorns. The whole meadow is littered with broken Budweiser beer bottles. Long haired young lovers are being dragged across the razor scarp glass edges. Their jagged wounds bleeding lyrics of an old Jimmy Hendricks song, sounding like it is being played on a Fisher Price windup record player. Their lips are wispering "all you need is love" Their eyes are screaming,"All we get are lies" My minds eye begins to strobe in and out of insanity, like an old Filmore West rock concert. I find myself grabbing at pieces of my mind, which are floating in the air all around like paper confetti. Everything that I thought I knew about honesty, truth, fairness, justice, respect, loyalty, love, compassion have been shattered. Frantically, I try to put the pieces back together, building upon the obscure image of the meadow and the bleeding long haired lovers. I add a thought like a picture pezzle piece: This is America, this is uncivil, this is war, this is an Amreican uncivil war; for revolutionaries are fightingf for change, for justice, for peace, for honesty, for integrity, for truth. The government is fighting for freedom; freedom to continue fleecing its population and manipulating third world countries. Freedom to continue drafting America's young men and sending them thousands of miles from American shores to die fighting a war that cannot be won, a war that was set up not to be won. All across America the youth are speaking out against the injustices of their government. In an attempt to control my thoughts I begin to think in poetic verse:
The Civil War was long ago the North's army against the South's
It was fought with guns and swords. This one is being fought with mouths.
Americans against Americans, the battle cry was 'PEACE"
and no one got hurt in the uncivil was until someone called the police.
And the military strategies can;t compare to Grant and Lee
their war was fought in the history books this one was on T.V.
So was Vietnam a smoke screen a topic for debate?
A war to show the viewers while they murdered four students protesting at Kent state? I don't have to be right but I do have a right to be heard