| Create Your Own Church - Enslaved to the System
Posted: 7/20/2009 7:16:01 AM | I am not free
I need a break
I suppose this is the choice
We all must make
Whether or not to conform
To the standard society sets
Whether I should be the norm
and live a life full of regret
I want to run
But I have my son
So I must stay
and play
This game they've created
Who is they?
Clinton
Welfare reform
Let's see if we can help
NO wait, let's make it hard
And **** with their minds
Make them feel as if they are small...
Not really any help at all
Damn my pride
But it's all inside
And I'm tired of the hoops
Sick of the loops
Just want to exist
and play and love
But I'm not free to do that
First I must rise above
This list I'm on
They call it the roll
Let me tell you brother
It is killing my soul.
But what-the-phuck ever
I will make it I know
Just need a vacation
And have nowhere to go. | |
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| Create Your Own Church - Enslaved to the System
Posted: 7/23/2009 7:57:36 AM | I'm addicted to:
driving fast
and caffeine
digging in dirt
nicotine
The very elusive
and seldom seen
Tiger of the night
to spark a fire in me
from just one look
dark and mysterious
then I'm hooked
to deny it makes no sense
for the heat begins
in my cheeks
radiates down each curve
each tip responds
to the pressure I feel
it melts into my loins
and leaves me dizzy and unable to breathe
What it is
I can't say
I call it fire
it is dismay
when realization is an abstract idea
constructed to restrain
the burning desire from within
that won't even let me say his name.
So I continue the mundane
prepare for new adventures
I write about it a little
then tuck it away for later
praying
hoping
that I might find
some other tiger
to get him off my mind. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 7/23/2009 9:46:13 AM | Hopefully if you can find enough to buy land in the country then can live abit freely. in australia there is tons of scrub to make a hippy lifestyle from.
system is no good. there is an advert with a dinner party and the guests bring radishes instead of wine and the hosts say "oh WOW radishes, such a luxury, you are spoiling us this time'' which is kind of true as the supermarkets shaft everyone. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 7/23/2009 2:40:40 PM | Ha ha... I'm leaving
To hell with this house
To hell with the louse
Sucking my life
devouring my pride
Need some healing
Need to hide
In the middle of everyone
And have a little fun
6 hours
I'm home
I love my life
Perhaps more strife
Is what I need
but who gives a damn
I'm going back to see
The people I love
the land I miss
God Bless you all
And God Bless Texas!!! | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/2/2009 4:52:40 PM |
Whether or not to conform
To the standard society sets
Whether I should be the norm
and live a life full of regret
the freedon is in not conforming to...
either
there is space and a choice
how much to give of self
to be happy with self
and how much...
or where to
fit the edges
of conformity. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/7/2009 10:41:30 PM | I like to fish off the bank
Dance until I'm soaked with sweat
Nature amazes me
Only true linear perfection exists within God's hands
I love math
One problem, one solution, nice little steps to follow
If only love could be an equation
Instead, science enters
chemicals, elemental purification, ecstasy
Espresso with milk
yellow rice and chicken
Salt from the ocean cleansing my soul
Salty crawdad tails
Purity found within
The cooling manna of a mountain spring
charcoal slate slick with moss
Fog rising in the early hours
Sky so pitch
You can see every shooting star
The precious words
that sputter forth
the innocent mouth
My blue eyed boy
"I cut it myself"
Mouth full of tomato
seeds and juice dripping from his chin
I shutter when I see the knife
just like mommy
aluminum foil cigarette in his mouth
fighting every breath for it
Time to show him stars
fog
the hands of God
dismiss the maddening suffocation
40 dollars a carton
to stink and cough...
Then again, idle hands are the Devil's tools
Perhaps it's best I keep mine busy. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/8/2009 6:18:59 AM | Lovely write Sarah...you sure have a way with words!
Don't call us, we'll call you!
even the shadow puppet dies with laughter,
engaging the fantasy of phantoms
and friendly reminders,
only to reply
the cheque is in the mail! | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/9/2009 10:44:16 AM | Circling vultures
Attempt to deflower
Precious hearts
Greedy with power
Time and time again
I go out looking for a friend
Only to find myself thinking of him
And wishing he were here for me to love
Wondering why he is so distant
Can broken paddles swim his current?
Will fallen princes morn the loss
Of innocence, pure passion, and tempting curves...
Because I don't slow down for stoplights
I try to coast them out
I was top of my class as well
Turn every head when out and about
Wishing I could find sanctuary
Within the arms
Of a man who knows no better
Than to abuse his enticing charms
Fruitless escapades
Run quiet with glee
Just a couple hours drive
And he'd be here with me. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/9/2009 1:49:56 PM |
I like to fish off the bank
Dance until I'm soaked with sweat
Nature amazes me
Only true linear perfection exists within God's hands
I love math
One problem, one solution, nice little steps to follow
If only love could be an equation
Instead, science enters
chemicals, elemental purification, ecstasy
Ah. Perspective.
Linear is not perfection
in my world.
My world is astronomy
My world is music
My world of geometric theory...
My world is spatial...
A sector of quadrivium
no linearity rules.
geometry,
astronomy,
arithmetic,
and music.
only one is linear...
perfection...
the whole
is more than
the sum of its
parts....
Pry the hand...
The Hand of God
Touched the lands
Of all who knew
To reach to Him.
Flingertips draw ripples
from The Hand of God
Souls are tickled
Beneath waves of time.
Wandering into the sea
Like a jutting peninsula
The Hand of God
Washes the beach.
The Creator shrugs
And watches us flounder
Both eyes yet on one side of
The Hand of God...
Perspective... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/9/2009 6:14:11 PM | 9:11
say a prayer
God's hands touch everything
Not one soul can escape
As if they should even try...
unlock the mysteries
forgotten fantasies
Permeate my soul
with tender caresses and symphonies of bliss
Slump into
the most inviting part
Tension relieved
With the calming of my heart | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/11/2009 3:39:53 PM | This is when I miss a man
Need a blanket
an old bottle of homemade wine
Watch nature
realize we are one
Sexcapades continue
Well into dawn
While fire rains down
From heaven above
nothing like watching falling stars
with someone that you love
I remember a tousled mustache
Dark eyes glowing with passion
My stomach swollen with last year's love
A gentleman to comfort my aches and pains
Took me on top of the mountain
Tailgate down
Blanket made in Mexico
Dreams dripping from the sky
So many wishes made
It's hard to believe
that was three years ago today
What am I waiting for?
How could such innocence be repeated?
Should I find it again
Will there be drinks and beatings?
I will escape tonight
Cast a million thoughts
Onto an empty sky
Hope and pray
that maybe someday
I find another one to catch my eye... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/11/2009 11:43:15 PM | the sweetness of insanity's quest
flamed by love's passion once kist
pays dues to the pains of birth
and the pains of death...all risk.
many of us relive the innocence
often...in the realization that safety
and risk vie for moments in time...
sensation itself replaces ultimate
pleasure, a treasure of intimate depth
never tapped, ever tapped...recycled. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/12/2009 5:30:43 PM | Call the songbird from the forest
shoot her down with poison darts
Your tongue could melt steel
If you wanted it to
It is not what enters a man
That defiles him
but what pours from his mouth
for that is his heart
Lord knows I've shot a songbird
Been a sitting dove
Patience eludes my natural tendencies
But curiosity wins
and I will wait in the shadows
for the tongue to melt
my heart once again | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/13/2009 11:06:10 AM | what enters a woman
we nurture
for that is the nature
our bodies accept
and we hold it there
waiting for ecstasy
watching it grow
and move and twist
forgetting that we....
birth and rebirth
salvation once missed...
how ironic...
berea questions...
and is lauded for it.
nasmaste | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/15/2009 12:23:30 AM | Thankful for the blessings
rain down upon me
paying it forward
at nearly every
highway crossing
because I've been there before
although never quite so desperate
I thought about it a time or two
on the corner just about does it
for if I were ever there
Sitting with a silent stare
unafraid to ask
just a sip from the flask
I'm sitting upon
nursing as seeded
a simple smile or nod
is all that is needed
to bring me to my knees
understand that the pleas
are those of Jesus himself
if you can't feel it
I have my doubt
that we'd ever be able to relate
for if you can't venture onto the plane
of delight absorbed
setting rays burn my eyes
slow down
absorb
need to reflect on ancient times
when women ruled
men cowered below
for they realized at once
we pulled the tow
of the current
riding fears
never explains
the chill I get
when I whisper the name
my heart can't comprehend
for no door was ever opened
in the silence of my innocence
crowded by fears and hopin
that eventually
I'd find a man
as bad as me
and good to boot
forgive me
mi amor
should I stand gazing at the loot
beckoning from afar
dreams above any star
cold minds
melt together
create beautiful things
smart babies
why can't you see
just try
are you ever afraid?
I am sorry for that
idle hours
simple men's hearts
how they devour
I am not one
absorb my caress
relax in my charms
splendid regret | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/15/2009 9:56:51 AM | Today.
As most days
today
I thought about reason
the fine line between what matters
and what truly needs too.
How if I asked you to tell me of love
in all it's splendor
if the answer would be
the same as mine or
would you quote Shakespeare
recite to me a sonnet
or would you tell me
how vulnerable you become
every-time
you look into her eyes.
Or perhaps if I asked you
to show me something beautiful
you would point to the sky
a passing cloud
or tell me to wait
for the sunset
or would you take me into your home
and past the treasure lined walls
to look out your kitchen window
into the backyard
and see
your children playing, laughing
knowing within you
that beyond all riches on Earth
none is greater
than that sound.
Or if I asked you
to tell me of war, struggle
would you tell me of virtue
sacrifice
perhaps show me pictures
of children
starving
or would you
take down that dust covered frame
and tell me how your Grandfather
used to wake up crying
because all he saw
was the faces of his friends
screaming
always screaming
yet
as he stood in the kitchen
with his morning coffee
looking out the window as you played
he knew
that some things where worth more than the price
of a single soul.
Yes
today I sat and watched
mothers pushing their children by
singing
old men walking with old women
still
with that look in their eye
and a smile that
only the truest answers could bring
and I knew
that the only question I ever need ask
myself
is what?
am I truly willing
to live for.
~R~ | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/15/2009 8:37:37 PM | Drunken ramblings make no sense
Tedious thoughts placed before you
Unimportant ideas, fantasies
That will come to me, just wait and see
I'm no fool, I trollop and tip toe in the same breath
I am not afraid to tell you what I think
Trying to reign in that power
Has brought me to the brink
Of patience given
to a silly child
mindless wondering
written "out loud"
I do not chase smoke rings in the dark
Your features are blank in my mind
Focusing on testimonies
hair, eyes, lips
melt my soul
radiate my hips
until the fire boils over and consumes me
it is only infatuation
but it simply rages through me
I will toss it aside
All it ever takes is time
Yet what I wouldn't give
to have you inside
my home
my bed
my sanctuary
where no one can judge me
I'd bring you to your knees
and back up again
grateful that you formulated
the intoxicating thoughts
leave the rest
to the whelping dogs | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/16/2009 6:17:34 PM | Crackling meat
blistering under the heat
created by fires unseen
how life can be so mean...
Sweet waters pour
from skeletons of the past
A bluebonnet grows for me
Time to give it one last
kick in the head
you stupid fool
no time to be nice
for nice isn't cool
Have to get more money
to buy more things
hurry hurry, no wait
I just want some sex,
no plebeian love shit
cut all strings
Toking away
organizing the chaos
into a perfectly shaped tornado
long, lean, sometimes mean
but always upfront
and loyal
never waver into this collection of materialism
a.k.a. society | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/17/2009 9:17:25 AM | Entry for August 16, 2009
Please know how to spell
believe in God
honor monogamy
study astronomy
venture into the wilderness
just to see where it leads
grow a garden every year
harvest, and save your seeds
think I'm beautiful
but love my mind
overlook my inability
to feel anything inside
the way you feel it
strong and sterile
I absorb everything
Like a sponge, naive and fertile
work hard
but love me harder
fantasize about me during the day
call me when you're gone away
realize my passions
are just as important
nothing wrong with spreading love
always will be time well spent
care about others
seek your own future
respect me for my principles
understand that I see further
away than most
closer than some
but always seeking
wanting to find
a loophole
keeping faith
knowing I'm here for a reason
Or I'd already be long gone
appreciate my cooking
understand when I'm too tired
keep the baby company
when I'm about to lose my mind
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I suppose this list is long
but in reality
I want more
The trip is all I can really promise
is that when you walk through that door
you will walk into a home
with love forever more
when I find you
I'll be sure
times get complicated
things get mean
but true love pulls through
ha ha, supposedly
I really don't know
I'm ready to simmer awhile
Maybe settle for second best
and quit waiting on some smile
that haunts my dreams
stands way above me
peering into my soul
refusing to make his name known
the searching continues
well into my thirties I'm sure
My uncle said
"find someone who knocks your socks off"
my socks are foolish
they love chemicals
with no soul
only empty shadows
haunting my sleep
peering down on me
into the deep
hollow visible
on my face
I try to wash it away
but still I have the taste
of permeated walls
aching to bleed something real
tired of pheromones
yet craving the tender zeal
of new passion
unexplored territory
someday it will happen
until that day comes my friend
I will continue my sappy stories
"wah!"
:):):):) ;);););) | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 8/19/2009 8:45:35 PM | for however can one
but feel so complete
collapsed in the embrace
stilled breaths meet
the steady beat
that drifts abreast
the tempered heartbeat
of my lover's chest
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| Enslaved to the System -- written at 4:30 a.m.
Posted: 8/24/2009 7:50:10 AM | Entry for August 24, 2009
Perhaps she wouldn't be quite so bubbly
Had she held a lifeless baby in her hands...
Maybe floods and disasters would have a different air
Had she heard that boy from Katrina
talking about the dogs
eating swollen corpses
as they bobbed in what used to be
his back yard
Instead, it's bubble this, wink, wink
The entire newscast
transforms into one big long monotone event.
Dead people, abused children, teens lost and dying
what's the point of living
When a woman
does not show emotion
discussing the passing of someone else's baby
It is bleak, but I'm optimistic
For I know in my heart
That there is another person somewhere
aching for the madness to cease
Wishing we were allowed to be shocked
feel sorrow, erase the bubbles...
Playing a game I know well
It's called, I went to bed too early
and now can't get back to sleep
between the newscasts and my own mind
worried over some creep
I find it hard
to fall back into
the peaceful slumber
the bubbles woke me up
perhaps they will lull me to sleep
desensitize my heart
pluck the fibers from my being
and make me numb
like the rest of the world. | |
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| Enslaved to the System -- written at 4:30 a.m.
Posted: 8/25/2009 9:21:52 PM | I watch them crumble
I see the suffering
Some real
some imagined
every bit a part of this world
Spinning into oblivion
The Rain Forest
Of North America
Ancient Herbs
Healing Powers
You cannot comprehend
The healing manna
found within
The sacred protection
The canopy of the mountain
Cooling you ten degrees
On a hot, sunny day
Quenching your thirst
Rake the leaves away
Seek the nourishment within
But do not venture
Past their path
For sulfur pits
Will taint your bath
A land once honored
For it's healing springs
Has been raped and tortured
Brought to the brink
Of sulfur pits
Left behind
Floating green moss
So bright it would blind
See what they do
Is break the table
Pollute the water
Until no one is able
To drink the dearest gift
God ever had to offer
Think about it the next time
You're craving a cool glass of water...
And it glows green
Paints my hair orange
I wear the stains with pride
Never any need to hide
My heritage for fear or dishonor
for many a blessing are found up a holler
Where the whippoorwills lull you to sleep
The steady chirp of the crickets deep
Echoing off the dew
As it clamors to the life
Evolving right around you
A blue-tailed lizard steps off of his path
A ring-tailed wild cat
Befriending your tom
Now imagine that
Species crushing
underneath the weight
of a company hell bent
To send us all to the pearly gates
Then you tell me not to smoke
Remind me not to breathe
Eye for and eye
Makes no difference to me
For the hypocrites will burn
And I will be leading the way
For I write these words
Then get choked up
When someone asks me
What I have to say | |
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| Enslaved to the System -- written at 4:30 a.m.
Posted: 8/27/2009 2:46:53 PM | Socialist chatter
What does it matter
Everyone needs care
Is floating on the air
Care from what?
More government
to protect us from the government
That uses our food supply
As a method to gain allies
In a war for more oil
As I sit here and toil
Wanting original freedoms returned
Lessons cannot be learned
From repeating the same mistakes
Got to try it a different way
Support small businesses
Kick the Wal-Marts out
Return the nutrition to our food
GMOs are the devil, there is no doubt
Rising up
to consume more slop
Like blind sheep we follow
Fat hogs at the troft | |
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| Enslaved to the System -- written at 4:30 a.m.
Posted: 8/27/2009 3:07:46 PM | her crying sounds like
some small bird
maybe the coo of a dove
or lonesome whippoorwill
the tears roll from her eyes
as she stands alone on the porch
and the echoes fall from the surrounding pines
like snowflakes
she mourns for what was
and wails for what life brings
bitterssweet sadness that attaches itself to everything ©8/2009the mission | |
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| Enslaved to the System -- written at 4:30 a.m.
Posted: 8/27/2009 10:08:59 PM | If I tell you that I love you
Please do understand
Within those words I'm admitting
That my heart's within your hands
And it does not bleed
In the same sense of others
It rages and pours
Sometimes it smothers
But it never stops coursing
Through the river that is my existence
An ever evolving path of glory
Twisting tornadoes try to make sense
of the passion stirring
within my mind
If I tell you that I love you
I'm not just killing time... | |
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