| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/10/2009 5:42:49 AM | I am glad everyone is having fun. Juju, Fizz, and my new found Charlie Brown: keep them coming. It's fun to feed off of one another. I have to go to work...
La Poema por mi amor
The mathematician in me
says weigh it up
and divide it down the middle.
How can you tally
something so innocent
and irresistibly simple
Sliding into my back
settling in the depression
created by carrying too many math books
For they are thick weights
with many problems inside
I tried to turn them over; couldn't pull the hook
The gills of my emotion
flowing so readily from my eyes
blue with yellow streaks, innocently believing lies
That don't make sense
for they can't be equated
Only acceptance relieves, the need for such elation
Running off into another day
filled with memories I can't wash away
moisture and dizziness
staring into the abyss
dreaming of something
that never will exist. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/10/2009 10:22:53 AM | Hi mynameis Sarah, you have good poetry that I had to compliment on. I've adjusted my age restriction because your maturity level and experience is indicated in your writing. I don't get many emails but Im all ears. Have a good one.  | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/10/2009 4:58:16 PM | my capillaries burst today
in my brain
but I think I will be okay
I smile thru the pain
of all those numbers
and the additions to my life
that it left me so divided
troubles multiplied
but I never had but one problem
what is the binary system
and it's cogent function | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/10/2009 4:58:28 PM | Seems like many men
are seeking a "good woman"
How can such a creature
be obtained
What boundaries must you cross
how far can you go
in the name of a love
that never will be
for I am not a good girl
have no desire to be
I will scream at you when I'm angry, and then leave.
I will take off for days and not tell you where I'm at.
I will be sitting up a holler back home,
but I will make you wonder if
I'll ever return.
I will drink too much at the bar
Bust out clogging
and shoot pool all night
When you try to touch me
I will flinch
for my personal space
cannot be invaded so easily
If you do not reign me in
from the get go
I will never be "yours"
but I am faithful...
Man's laws and honor
are entirely different genres in my book
I do not care all the time
about how I look
only because I cannot afford to
If I had the money
I'd slick right on up for you...
but there are days
when I will wear my PJs
and dance in the rain
You will come home
and find me sweating like a pig
my feet keeping beat
to NIN
I will play my violin
for an hour straight
at 2 am
and y0u will sleep through it
for I will be outside...
imaginary scenarios
surely I've something better to do
good women are hard to find
and good men are too. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/10/2009 5:46:16 PM | I am not great man
I'm not a proverbial nice guy
I have farmers tan
and a wandering eye
I see things through
or lay them to waste
I let bills get overdue
I may lie to your face
I may not call for days at a time
I may run thru the fields at night
and whisper back to the corn
I'll step thru the door at first light
I may cry softly, when I'm torn
or I may tussle with the cover
I'm a man not an easy lover
I won't drink too much
or curse in church
insist to pay the "Dutch"
while smile turns to smirk
I'm smug and often bold
watch TV too much
don't listen to you when you scold
still wherever I roam
I always miss you
you make me feel at home | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/11/2009 4:46:45 AM | well, I may cuss and drink and sworp a little...
but I have my good side too.
I am a great mom to my son
although he drives me crazy
I'm pulling it off
and very thankful to be
Smart as a tack
I will dig deeper into your thoughts
than you ever thought you'd go
I ponder on things like...
if the peoples' lens' in the "ghost shows" on TV glow white
Then I was thinking that maybe just might
Species cannot pick up
on their own kinds' glow
Maybe we see their green
but they can't see their own, you know?
Does this make sense? Maybe not
I need a hillside and a bobcat's eyes
glowing in the dark
to make you truly understand
the most difficult part
For only when I'm naked
with you
in the moonlight
dirt roads and a blanket
everything going right
nothing for miles
but the neighbor's wailing hounds
Then, all the sudden
you hear an eerie sound
far too close for comfort
out of the corner of your eye
the moon illuminates
glowing green embers
no doubt seeking
the very thing we're doing
and wondering if it will ever be
that maybe just maybe we can't see
that we're glowing naked like ravenous wolves
and the bobcat recognizes that
leaves us to our sin...
If I went that far out,
would you bring me back again?
I like stumbling in the wilderness
But want someone to go with me.
I married him once
if nothing else
the first day he met my momma
he climbed about 2 miles up a hill
to take pictures of an old whitewash
My mom had drawn some 40 years earlier
Sweet sixteen, Karon, Sharon, Jean...
In that moment,
I knew love.
:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/11/2009 9:33:50 AM | Gotta message from Jesus today
in an internet e-mail
bearing his image in the usual way
thought it was a joke or a note on how not to fail
It said if you love someone pass this on
how did he know I was even at home
so I clicked to pass it along
hope the pope in Rome
can get a message this way
Don't blame me I really did try
told him to advise all the sinners to pray
for the world to figure out just why
there is another way for God to doubt
is the word really gettin spread about
Because I gotta an email message from Jesus today | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/11/2009 2:32:03 PM | I never check junk emails
and quit writing people that send them
Sorry, I just can't get into
All that online religion
For it's mostly Catholic
sorry guys, no offense
But my God doesn't listen to repetitious prayers
He only want me to come to him...
So I don't forward anything
and I'm sorry so many children have disease
But I do not believe in luck
only fate
which I believe
is why as of late
I've not been "getting lucky"
with anyone but my hand...
Does Jesus see?
Does he overlook?
Am I allowed to masturbate
As long as I dare not look
at pornographic images
pouring from my screen
As long as it's only imagined
then maybe I won't be
a lump of clay
dripping with sin
and waking everyday
just to do it again. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/11/2009 2:50:47 PM | "Lump sat alone on a bog in a marsh
she's lump she's lump she's lump
she's in my head
she's lump she's lump she's lump
she might be dead" presidents of America | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/11/2009 7:33:37 PM | I like farmer's tans
and backwoods people
no concern for your regard
or some massive steeple
placed on my forehead
to let you know who I am
for I do not subscribe
to your tedious lies
and therefore am not
one of them... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/12/2009 6:03:02 AM | Even if the caffeine and alcohol
doesn't wash my liver away
I'll not send it to another dying
There are too many people today
And we're killing
stealing
robbing
and filling
our hearts with poison darts
and rusty arrows
intent on draining every bit
of life from this world.
As I remember the floods
"Christians" say there are no more promised
But I saw them that night
I know that Dallas
dried up in drought
will be flooded with water
I saw it my friend
the innocent slaughter
of Earth
build a dam
stop the flow
of nutrients into the ocean
then pollute it with tanning factories
kill the rural folks
with cancer
by destroying their nutrients
I am just sick of it
But I will go back to the country
Appreciate the sights to be seen
as the fires burn in the sky
taking away this feeling inside
that says there is no hope
for the mountains
will protect us from the flood... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/13/2009 7:09:59 AM | They cut down the trees to till the soil
then they traded off their souls for oil
they stopped planting crops
and planted Wal-Marts
where people used to live and work
all in the name of progress
but in the process
they eliminated jobs
and eventually themselves
poor thoughtless humans | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/14/2009 4:19:47 AM | The happy lies
are not flowing today
the love is dying
slowly fading away
So today I'll talk about hate
or rather, my lack there of
For I do not love anyone enough
To hate them right now...
Maybe myself.
Not understanding why
I must continue to try
and seeing this time
that I've really got to cry
just one good time
maybe
but I'm not sad
This is just life
I actually got my homework done last night
although my calculator was busted
long division gives the same results.
And, my Christian class
is being taught by a priest
who doesn't condemn me
for saying
There might not have been a virgin birth
That these unbelievable situations
created by the Pope
to control a population
against rebelling against...
absolutely nothing
just power hungry people
trying to control another
the history of human race
can be relayed through the Bible
And to tell you the truth
I believe
we're all going to Heaven
as long as we see
that conquistadors spread fear
tyranny is present
in the halls of the schools
as they sort and file
according to the tool
that some ****ing liberal invented
to conquer yet another
ever since I found out "boys have better spacial skills"
I've been blaming
my lack there of
on my vagina
that is total bullshit
So, this isn't a poem
Probably should be on my blog
but felt like writing anyways
now it's time to punch the clock. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/14/2009 7:33:43 PM | Stepping stones
through this maze of life
Never ending time spent
looking for the ticket
to a show I"ve never even thought out completely
as if my wild ways and eccentricities will ever net
a gold mine for me to leave
to my children
DNA
Can you get by
being completely insane
feeling everything
magnified a thousand times
taking insults on TV
as personal
and making silent vows
to silence such offensive words
Speaking to all mechanical things
like the elevator
them listening
yes they do
the door opened
after I quarreled
the car will start
take me for granted
like everything else
so back to the stones
on the backs of men
I have passed many waters
unafraid and protected
but now alone
I cannot see the best path
my eyes are clouded with memories
that would not have existed
had I not pushed them forward
so the briars snag my pantyhose
yeah, that was a lie
I don't wear those
Except in the winter months
and as this freezing fog creeps into my home
I realize
the summer is over...
So, the woods will be passable
the time spent
not wasted
merely experienced
for what it's worth
I am not a toad
I am a prince
kiss me woman
let me show you my pad...
As the slime drips down
consuming my heart
and mind
escape is on the verge
of happening
but when?
I just don't know... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/15/2009 4:38:27 PM | Hi Sarah. Admire your writing and love the thread title. Please excuse the dumpage.
Given that yesterday and today
And every other day in recorded history
The sun rose in the east
We fully expect that tomorrow
It will again emerge
Over the same horizon
Such is the nature of the
Correspondence theory of truth
Invariable patterns
Unmistakeably aligned
Transcending the realm of probability
With the voice of certainty
To hold out hope against them
Is to invite disappointment
Encourage despair
For when the data is studied
The hallmarks of reality
Emerge against our will
Ignored at our extreme peril
They provide safe passage
Along the perilous cliffs of denial
Which so seductively beckon the weak
To abandon the path
And plunge into the abyss of unreality
So we need not exhort the details
Who how or why matters not
Faced with the vivid pattern
The definitive understanding
We won’t forward the questions
The answers to which are irrelevant | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/15/2009 8:28:35 PM | Thanks Chomskian... What do you study?
11:30 Heartbreak
boiling rage seeps from the bedrock of my ocean
I wonder why I bother at all
to be enraged
over something so small
I cannot help
but feel used
although I suppose
he did what he had to do
so stories unfold
and mysteries are told
in the flicker of a campfire
two souls with burning desire
however simple or unimportant
each period has its place
even though the sentence has been handed down
the moon's shadow casts a devilish face
and I walk
or maybe talk
but either way
it is a lie
for only in
a time of need
do I ever even
bother to cry
so, it cannot be
what I've dreamed
for I would cry
or so it seems
that anything worth loving
is worth crying over as well
so I sit here ball in my throat
wishing to pour out this pit of hell
created by a spoiled girl
unaccustomed to being told no
and having to accept
a promise kept
as good enough
to let him go... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/16/2009 2:41:24 AM | My father attended a one-room school
Eight grades in a single space
This arrangement he believed much better
Than the system that places walls
Between seasons
When I was 21
One of my best friends
Turned 85
Twice a week we shot pool
And drank whiskey in his basement
I couldn’t imagine what so fine a mind
Could possibly hope to learn
From such a green child
But he insisted it was so
And he was wise
Today I walk in a system
Of chronic division
Where institutions and technology
Conspire to bind cohorts
Against all others
Blocking input from the real world
Headphones eliminate the possibility
They might hear a strangers greeting
Head down and texting
All attention riveted on the palm of one hand
Thusly insulated against encounters
With a grandmother or a newborn
They miss the wonder of both
Cemented among their peers
Unavailable to the balance of humanity
Thankfully there are exceptions
Bright bold ageless spirits
Amenable to interaction across the spectrum
Open to conversation with the wrinkled ones
And Hannah Montana fans
To believe wisdom follows naturally with years
Is a fallacy
Some remain impervious to understanding
Regardless of the decades
While others embrace it early and often | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/16/2009 7:30:05 AM | I love it OP. Your thread is creative. Here listen to my thoughts.
Human league of fascination that feels
with the mind that which the owner jumped
from the sinking ship of thought
Imagination bound like a kite the sea of abstraction
Weather the emotions of the storm that social justice
derivative from the absolute formula Receipes the
generic prescription was made ingredients
offered for the common drug paid to be suppressed
from the ordinary soul
Produced and ascribed to its own way shifting gears
the generations mind is set on course of high tide washes
the sand shirts of the shores to be filled. Another frontier.
As there has to be a better way to take over the debt of thought
that transcends that which is absolute. Interpretation of the soul
translation to the mind bound like a kite in space with gravity
In the sea of thought without institution. Institution I knew didn't
exist independent of the abstract. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/17/2009 7:58:34 PM | This thing we call human
passion, restraint...
does it exist?
Or are such thoughts just quaint
memories of a time long ago
when Amber Waves of Grain did flow
on the backs of men
who were bought out
by the combine...
perhaps.
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I lied when I said I loved you
for my heart cannot be true
to a soul with no depth
a person who's often left
behind trying to figure out
why nothing feels right
never satisfied with your simple games
you turn away an honest fight | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/18/2009 11:23:37 AM | I should've known
I haven't had a bite all day
this is my short day
just keep going
it's over too fast...
so the espresso settling
within the bile
doesn't surprise me
but it took that longing ache
to remind me
that I haven't eaten a bite today
and I need food
to keep going
apparently
according to science
so I wonder why it is
love I seek
to make me complete
as if this churning feeling
within my bowels
would somehow be more bearable
if some lover were around
I'd have supper fixed
in the crockpot at least
a reason to push myself
a reason to believe
my efforts are not in vain
indeed this terrible pain
would be satisfied
by one kiss
inside the home
of a love I've missed
for too long to count
wonder where he is now
and does he just happen to be
wondering a little 'bout me.. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/18/2009 1:27:56 PM | An Angel
Kneel awkwardly
Have you awakened?
Naye, but unconscious
Naked
Darkness
Alone
Mangled and blinded
Struck by many
East
Heart pierced
Body like old
Mind like thorns
Alone
Unjust
Mournings and Discomfort
Compassion
Delightful things
Fragile
End of Sorrows
Corrected
Two Winged Angels
Kneel with reverance
Bed in stillness
Covered
Life
Body in youth
Mind made decisive
Awake
Conscious
Neither
Discerning
Importance
Discipline
Justly
I am but a grain of sand, yet carried over from the stream and have received my answer.
An imperfect world which was the perfect creation. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/18/2009 7:55:12 PM | Perfection lies
within the breath of a baby
for they do it right
never sucking in
always expanding
the tool God gave them
to breathe...
I like your poem
I can see myself in it
too many times it seems
but often wondering
where the madness leads
If perhaps someday
I'll settle down
have that farm and land
a solid foundation to build on
But, I know the oil seeps
and the first to it
is the first to get it
I know that untimely accidents
can cause complete frustration
but I focus
because at last if nothing else
I see myself for what I am
and am unafraid of the results
for I know they will accomplish
marvelous things
they will wash the sins away
by mere contribution
and once again
that's the ego
so damn many
are afraid to see
but I promise my love for the human race
will find a way to slow the pace
of societies crumbling
under the glare of the Western sun...
I will fight it to the end
for it's what I was made
to get done. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/18/2009 9:18:04 PM | Perhaps not tame enough
for the average system
maybe that's why
my intentions become desires
so quickly
under the majesty
of beating hooves
silencing wars
with the mere tip
of their finger...
any amount can be paid
no matter the cost
sacrifice
does not exist
for life is nothing
we all abort it
there i said it
call it non-P.C.
but **** you for saying
that this rage that burns in me
is not God-sent
to urge the resent
of a thousand minds wasted
who knows, that one might have made it
to cure the disease
you try to control
you killed that sweet mind
some time long ago
and now in vain
you search for a vein
to inject with your lies
knowing God will tell inside
what it is you've become
as I wretch in nights unknown
to the silence felt at night
when I take a look inside
and realize I've become
just another poem
not quite
but always
on the verge
of destroying
the only image
keeping me alive
my foolish thoughts
my foolish pride | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/18/2009 9:18:17 PM | Perhaps not tame enough
for the average system
maybe that's why
my intentions become desires
so quickly
under the majesty
of beating hooves
silencing wars
with the mere tip
of their finger...
any amount can be paid
no matter the cost
sacrifice
does not exist
for life is nothing
we all abort it
there i said it
call it non-P.C.
but **** you for saying
that this rage that burns in me
is not God-sent
to urge the resent
of a thousand minds wasted
who knows, that one might have made it
to cure the disease
you try to control
you killed that sweet mind
some time long ago
and now in vain
you search for a vein
to inject with your lies
knowing God will tell inside
what it is you've become
as I wretch in nights unknown
to the silence felt at night
when I take a look inside
and realize I've become
just another poem
not quite
but always
on the verge
of destroying
the only image
keeping me alive
my foolish thoughts
my foolish pride | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/21/2009 6:38:14 AM | foolish thoughts placed randomly on the page
its passion that brings the word
even if it may express a rage
and cause a herione her loins to gird
is she brave none the less?
her tresses flow as she steals the breeze
her raiments flow as her heart may bleed
both in part as thoughts, boil and freeze
as she gallops along on her mighty steed
she is a hunter , a searcher for truth
who can blame her
born in the wrong time or place
but as the fable says
slow and steady wins the race | |
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