Time is nothing but a word we have over analyzed just like science and the mind... we’ve woken up, only to fall even more behind. Behind....behind... with our only weapon the mind. It's mind vs. face..society’s race, to distroy what is mine...my design. The opinions I hold on elastic strings...my mind soars on broken wings. I’ve got no choice...this is how I remain. This is my duty to the world of sane.. this is what I owe to our government of greed and pain. Fuck it all..... Profanity...pornography...photography....self?.. Im not saying im a pedefile, im just a fan of self expression and individuality over wealth.... just believe in something else. For once, consider grafiiti over guns. Lyrics over war. And ill ask you then, what were you fighting for. I hope you find these lyrics offensive.. More people would listen...and I could use some motivation.. I keep this voice out of tune...so i dont fall victim to you. And to think...you actually forced me to leave that protest room. Tear Gas my ass, you owe me one for not exploiting your political lower class, of aluminum "goals"... Ill believe that you care, when we have a Prime Minister that’s not 70 years old. Hey Grandpa Steve, its good to hear you know more than me. ...You should thank yourself carefully. These days....I’ve had enough of it. The propaganda bias bullshit. What is the "cause"... All we have now is a plastic coated vocal vase. Keep the feet moving. Keep the choir annoying. Keep the church boring. Its how everyone seems to cope. It’s the routine that keeps us blind. The artists are our mastermind. They are the politicans worth voting for, because most of us really don’t give a shit anymore... unless its on tv...plastered on jeans.. good for you. you're changing the world..with a fashion magazine. Good luck...i doubt you actually give a fuck. Stupidity? Is that how the government sees me? An adolescent teen, a distruction machine. Someone who drinks to much to think... A loner of the link.. my only weapon here is ink. Now awnser me this. What do I have to do to make you listen to me. to take me seriously. because honestly.. My voice, should be your first priority.
Niiiiiiiice, adolescent sharp pokings! Though the ending was a bit of a let down (last line) but it can be easily overlooked as a whole. I think the beginning part should be a little bit spaced out to make it more reader friendly. But still all that aside....hmm me like! me like a lot!
hey, thanks for the insight. it's funny that you mentioned the ending, because when i first went about posting this, i had three alternative endings i wanted to use...so, i posted another one of them..well, lol see how you like it.. I haven't quite decided on one, but i do like the one i used. thanks again for the comment.
Hold hard and high in thy heart the valour that burns there, and never let them despair you with the futility of their terminally linear intellect. Even if you die before you get to see the change you make in the world, the effect will still be wrought. Indeed, you will become the world as it transforms. much love
I loved this! It was very strong and intellectual. You are definitely someone who is intelligent and aware of the world around you. You have a voice, so use it!!!!!Peace out and keep sharing your great poetry! By the way, what were your other endings? I'd like to see....
haha thanks. I was leaning towards that spoken word poetry kind of thing...perhaps with tribal drums?hmm..the possibilities.
