You know, I don't get myself when it comes to myself. Sometimes I think to myself, "self, what is your self?" Kind of like Derek Zoolander when he looks into a puddle at Pa's mine and says "Who am I?"
Politics sucks.
I don't know how to extrapolate on that. But here's a poem I wrote in class one day that extrapolates. I shouldn't read the newspaper anymore. Consistently. I trip off world chaos so tuned out of lecture one day in college because whatever was being discussed pissed me off. Wars, corrupt politics, history, people, me feeling unstable/discouraged, judgmental, etc. So I call this one: POSC 475 Lecture Notes
Feeling my slip
Knowing the fall
Running doesn't ever solve it at all
Stay in for the experience
Give it a "best shot"
Risk finding no solution
So doing it all for naught
Mixed in with the vultures
Congregating within the masses
Needing the Better System:
Divide the species into classes
class 'Above' fit for the highest
Those sound and integrally blessed
Guardians as the Patriarchs
Healers among the Matriarchs
class 'Step Below'
Idled in denial
Inherently wrathed
But still braving the path to see through their survival
classes 'Yet Below'
Those unexpected to be there
They never would've though to be sent
People who cared less for the littler thing so lesser for the big
Too stupid to consider-
World lives byond your scopes self-focused and bent
Busy and skeptical
Lighthearted, untouchable
Quick to take
Not waiting to be given
Standing- just watching
Neglecting to jump in
Loud banter expels their internal commotion
Anger is their residual of ill-maintenanced emotion
They meet all the deadlines
Read all the fine print
Prepare themselves to save themselves
Ignore anyone stuck behind reaching for grace or a hint
Skirt around their mistakes
Sorry for making them isn't paid
Point to the one sitting closest to them
Then consider the reparation made
They overlook children
See life too unfair
Privatize their pathetic lives
Misunderstand the meaning of share
Money is prime resource
People without can't compete
But then praise those philanthropic robots
Who think they give to the "poor in need"
For now no such System
No need for The Revolution
Who's really ready for the outpouring of such confusion?
Stay with your experience
Come up for air above the mass
Eventually life will give up
Then Freedom to single out will come to pass
1 comment:
that's awesome. it reads like you speak, shifting from one concept to another without warning. well written, richard.
was that a reference to three degrees of glory i read?
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