| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/22/2009 4:45:31 AM | Entry for September 21, 2009
I took not one photo
for I did not want to remember the sight
of leaves turning color
now the last day of summer
seeps into the murkiness of my lack there of
Summer love
a summer without love
Perhaps fall will bring
a harvest I can reap
again, and again, and again
until at last I'm weak
No more tension left to relieve
Laughing at my foolish fantasies
wondering if there is one for me
who will conquer
without scarring
who can love
without parting
My new adventures
cling to the walls
of a dirty home I must scrub
for only then can I invite love
into my home
this sacred throne
of distraction
elation
and utter frustration
as I listen to the screams
of my neighbors
keeping time to symphonies
I've forgotten...
for now. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/22/2009 4:53:23 AM | A sensible person
One of these outstanding citizens
a myth of sorts
but valid to the heart.
I can imagine being
this person that gets up
and showers everyday
do I really have to put on make up
NO WAY!
Will my heart become
this calloused thing
I claim to lament
yet crave to be...
why am I writing, smoking and speaking
as if someone listens and cares every night
I know they do
but I'm tired of the fight
within her mind
telling me it's time
to let go of the past...
then I will have nothing.
I wonder if nakedness
will reveal my insecurities
as I tone and firm
sweating beyond belief
for some imaginary goal
that doesn't even exist
yet I keep trying
who cares about the rest
As my goal draws nearer
I wonder if I'm grown
at all...
will I always feel small
and innocently blinded
by beauty and mystery
will I always get sucked up in it?
Or stop repeating history?
Time will tell
and might as well
get to work
stop writing words...
hi fizz, I really liked that last one | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/22/2009 5:38:10 AM | on the bank of the river
the siren sings her song
hoping someone will give her
a love that lasts long
her tresses soaked and streaming
and clothes sunk tight to skin
no one particular she is dreaming
just waiting for it to begin
her eyes like steel
her touch like fire
can't keep an even keel
as he feels her desire
he knowingly plugs his ears
to keep on paddling faster
told about it for years
never let a siren be your master
still he wonders what
it would be like to give in
to that feeling
and surrender to disaster | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/22/2009 5:39:05 PM | mi amor, tu esciban la poema ... yo deseo su abrazo
I wonder if words were meant
to stir such passion and regret
are we able to lie
let love pass us by
Holler from atop a mountain
then quarrel as the echo melts
into our minds
just one more time
if only maybe we could have felt
the silent moment
shared between the collapse
as the stars fall around us
and minds relax
into a peaceful slumber
awakening unafraid
never realizing
the mistake we have made
causing a need
that otherwise would not exist
had we turned away from each other
and refused the first sweet kiss
for the nectar was soothing
and the ground shook beneath
we parted merely lovers
and yet both failed to see
that erotic trips
within each others' mind
is nearly as damming
as the solitude we find
in the wee morning hours
fresh coffee brewing
the whole house sleeping
and what are we doing?
but reading thoughts
and responding to
the passion created
when poets come unglued... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/23/2009 4:55:30 PM | how can a disaster bring sorrow?
I mean...
isn't all life just ups and downs
pains and glories?
Does it make a difference
will it change the story?
Turbulent waters
aren't meant to be tread
on the backs of eggshells
afraid of what might be said
quaint cuckoos chattering away
fleeting whispers on the wind
reminding me of the silence within'
as I dismiss another day | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/24/2009 7:46:34 AM | Is this the place?
"Yes come in
And close the door behind you
We don’t want our darkness
Spilling out into the street"
May I speak freely?
"We would accept nothing less
Give us your uncensored thoughts
We won’t be shocked
Nor will we judge"
You know of the pit?
"Yes we’ve all been there
Floundered in the soul sucking abyss
Where the walls collapse upon you
Crushing hope like a paper cup"
I can’t see to the back
How many are you?
"Too many to count
A biblical multitude
Tens of millions"
Do you never leave this place?
I see only a handful on the outside
"We come and go
But you wouldn’t know us
Out in the real world"
"Ruled by the iron fist of positivism
We can’t afford to show our true faces
To the masses who would chastise us
For being the way we are
But surely you know this"
"You’ve felt the burning eyes
That deal a caustic mix of
Contempt and pity
How they love to despise us
For not sharing their enthusiasm"
Yes but why do they take such pleasure
From berating the already downtrodden
How does it profit the legions
Of perfectly adjusted
To further augment our humiliation
"They need us desperately
Our failure confirms their superiority
We are to blame for our own misfortune
After all it’s a perfect world
In which only the deficient find fault"
Can they not be made to see
That we try as hard as they
That we don’t want to despair
That we desire to feel joy
That we long for peace of mind
"Try and they will beat you senseless
With a club of inane platitudes
Bury you under a mountain
Of popular psychology
Burn you at the stake of superficiality"
"They can’t allow themselves to consider
The system that pits neighbour against neighbour
In a competition that produces
Both winners and losers
The former inevitably dwarfed by the latter"
So what is our recourse?
How shall we survive?
"By lying of course
By presenting a false face
A contrived guise of normality"
"Hold your head high
Thrust out your chest
And don’t flinch when you walk
Over those who lay broken and bleeding
On the streets of paradise"
Is there no other way?
Must I be so callous?
Can I not avoid such inhumanity?
Escape the survival of the fittest
"Oh yes there’s always the pit" | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/24/2009 8:54:50 PM | | Yep. yep and yep. But why so??? I appreciated all of your words in your last posting. I am not being facetious. yep. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 9/27/2009 7:55:21 PM | I do not fear the evil of the world
but I still take a knife,
I'm not a dumb girl.
But I am a winner
I love the thrill
of being on top...
get your mind out of the gutter
Races are fun,
competition is healthy
but not at the "true"' expense of others
that is for the wealthy
that create our laws
dominate our lives
and tell you and me
that they have the right
to strip ours away
as they run off and play
in the "big boys club"
with their big, fancy grub
I shutter at the thought
of shovelling down such swill
just to be respected
in this land of shoot to kill
but I can always escape
spread a smile or two
talk politics with the freaks
watch them all come unglued
when they tell me not to smoke
yet promote homosexuality
not knocking anyone's sexlife
but there is a problem you see
for it's not P.C.
to damn a human being
for putting himself at higher risk
for HIV and AIDS
Yeah, I said it, tisk, tisk
but it is true
that many things we do
can cause us to die
so I really wonder why
they think they have the right
to treat 25% of the population
as second class citizens
deny us of our elation
as we squander our "fortunes"
on a truly affordable sin
if compared
to the price
of taking one's life
for granted everyday
by selling their soul away
to the highest damn bidder
as I sit here and quiver
yet another night
sleepless in
seattle
spitting out regret
tomorrow brings new light
at least I got my homework done
will be able to rest tonight...
hi everybody, lovely writes... anything goes | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/2/2009 1:52:38 PM | Perhaps the best part of my day
Is when I muster up the strength
To heat the morning's coffee
A strange silence comes over me.
As I heap the beep
At once foretting
I've radiated my thirst, produced yet another burst
Of caffeinated energy
To bustle me through these pages
Of history repeated
Banked into my mind
So many facts and figures
It's no wonder that I find
Myself spacing out
and jarred from the beep
Forgetting all at once
that I warmed up my coffee... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/3/2009 5:24:45 AM | No coffee in me yet
Still I find the need
To write a little bit
Plant another seed
He wants me to be upset
But, lately all I have is pity
For someone to act in such a manner
Means their life must be plum shitty...
But what-the-phuck ever
I have new paths to lay
A few tests next week
And a weekend 4-days.
I guess that's what they've always told me
But I never wanted to hear
The moment you stop looking for love
That's when the man will come near
To hold you
Love you
Sweep you off of your feet
But I must admit
I've been far too busy
To give into such charming meets
Because I have shit to do
And want someone with the same life
So I don' t have to see them every day
Twice a month would be nice
As I prepare my mind
To conquer a beast
Of whom there is no reasonable foe
But that is the future
The coffee is now
Time to get off my butt and grab a little joe...
to be continued, I'm certain... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/5/2009 10:05:17 AM | chnage doesn't come easy
if changes come ever
over country roads lite and breezy
with a fulcrum and giant lever
I moved the world,or the world moved me
I am never sure which
because sometimes stuff just happens
time steams by in a blur
and if I am lucky and not caught up in change
I catch a glimpse of a shadow of my life
memories good and bad
but memories are circumspect
are they real,or memorex?
to be continued.......? | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/5/2009 3:10:01 PM | Never doubt the power of the mind
for changes come
when you're looking behind
trying to remember
just exactly why you chose
to conquer life so boldly
as if you didn't know
the price we pay
to speak today
as if nothing will exist
you call it circumspect
I say bullshit
but I just happen to be
feeling like a ****
the saga unfolds... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/6/2009 9:10:11 PM | Now I'm feeling happy
as if something just jumped up and hit me
smack in the face
leaving the taste
of sweet nectar revisited
careless minds inquisitive
Seeking to find
some stupid little pill
swallow it down
how the pain it does kill
I will sit up all night
writing and smoking
thinking of a man
wishing I were toking
a killer joint
from a land far away
something so good
few hits lasts you all day
I finished the trig
now onto my dance
Pride and joy baby
busting from the pants
of a man too far away to matter
even if I wanted him to
he couldn't hear the patter
of my frantic mind
as I spit and sputter
craving organization
staring at the clutter
of a thousand lies
stamped and sold
into my mind
the grudges I hold
against some person
I don't even know
who doesn't have the courage
to stop and let me go... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/8/2009 7:25:37 PM | Let this cold front blow through
the wind howls at me
quarrelsome tones
sweet and low
escape is always an option
but I've run out of sanctuary
even in my dreams
all I ever see
is some blinding smile
petrifying me
into a useless daze
as I try to gain strength
in the joy of dreaming
his brown eyes gleaming
beyond my heart
over my head
and on to the next
will he slow down
or just keep right on
why am I bothering
to sing such a song
when the songs of the wind
truly call to my mind
telling me to stay away
and leave that memory behind... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/9/2009 12:32:23 AM | G'Day Ms Sarah:
Inspired by your writing, enjoyed, I took the liberty of posting this here.
“Aye, Eyes”
Her eyes were sultry pleasure
Ocean spirited danced within
Buried hidden treasure
Dancing to begin
Orange colour, sunset
Wind blown back the hair
Salt tasted desire kindled yet
Winds blown sail free in share!
Anchored at the dockside
Held 'gainst wind secured
Released crew took in stride
Mainsail full with wind, unfurled!
Flag of freedom flowing
Bow cut ocean waves!
Winded bestowing
Secreted desire craves!
Ocean spray salted stings
Full sails overhead
Small now, little things
Oceans forward on instead
Aye, it is the eye of stormed
Ocean depth unobserved
Small never formed
Ocean depth never served
Bluest depth tossed green
Brown dark delighted
Spirited observed keen
Ocean spray on cheek lighted. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/11/2009 5:35:33 PM | the dust danced on the road as the wind picked up
the place so dry you could drown in a paper cup
the dog lazes in the shade of the old tree
and for my love I wait, to see
my special one is overdue
walking from the track with a well worn shoe
she smiled as the heat came down
she'd hold my arm as we strolled thru town
but my love where are you?
where are you to hold on these cold nights?
how far did you travel to see the sights?
I am standing and waiting dear
are you close by,are you nearly here?
home | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/11/2009 9:41:01 PM | I claim allegiance to the enemy
then beg a soldier for his hand
I proclaim your world is silent
then I attempt to soothe a man
So cat like
in his vain attempts
to rescue me from nothing
and seal in the vents
of a life I must breathe
in order to believe
my quest is not in vain
no need for any pain
life can be lived
beautifully
all of the time
God Bless the whole world...
no exceptions.
silly rhymes
will not cease this hopelessness I feel
when I know I am a dying breed
and that folks like me
are being washed away
dismissed as mad
while money and greed
arguments over what you've had
and I hate the smell
of charred bones
burning yesterday's betrayal
as I crave for the need
to cry over
something real for me
to experience what at once
could never be
had I known of the valleys
ignored the ridges
perhaps I would have seen
that I was just jumping bridges
seeking to feel
the ground fall away
an instant emotion
surely guarantees
a million more questions
to the answers I seek
cost a little more
each time I walk away
seems a little stranger
every time I look your way
And I have defied my people
merely by laying in your bed
whichever group you wanna stick me in
You have fed me sacred bread
I smoke
and choke
you beg
and leave
then proceed
to tell me
I've no tears
left to cry
for I don't care
and never did
and all this pain
is forever hid
in tears I wouldn't shed
had I not been so damn kind
wanting to believe in anything
just to see a sign | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/11/2009 11:17:23 PM | invest in a tape measure
take it and measure the breath
between your nipples
or you arm pits and your erogenous
zones | |
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Posted: 10/12/2009 4:30:02 AM | cryptic messages
will not ease my fears
you claim you want a measurement
when indeed you've traced
every inch with your tongue
until you settle and get stuck
in a place you cannot escape
the moisture swirls and fires burn
but it is over
and cheap
and finished
before I can blink
so really I think
that abusing my pleasures
gives you some sort of buzz
and although I seek treasure
most importantly I want love
it would have never gone that far
had you told me from the get go
I guess I should have figured it out
but don't you always know
that this painted on mask
I wear day to day
shields me from the madness
keeps me from having to pay
too steep a price
just to surrender to your cruelties
if it's not too much
then you can't take much from me
and although you think
you have
this great control
I must tell you boy
you're nothing but a fool
because if I came down
you'd always be running to
no matter what you say
I know what you like to do
and it only has a slight edge
over me
I will polish and hone it
until there's nothing left for you and me
a journey into your world
will produce nothing for this girl
except a back cut straight,
long, and a faith
in people who don't deserve
the time it takes to write these words
so I stop
and then drop
the tape measure between your teeth
you hold it there
looking up at me
wishing to measure me
against some standard you've already set
looking to figure me
for some whore who's already bent
over too many times
to truly be respected
you act as if I don't know this
as if I'm just learning lessons
the truth is
I don't care
and just knowing I'm in your mind
makes me feel the hair
on the back of my neck
stand erect and taut
the back of my neck
and the times we've fought
over right and wrong
this in that
neither one seeing
that tranquility is where it's at... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/12/2009 7:37:06 AM | the air is filled with sound
all the electronic gizmos
that the earth is floating around
someday someone will decipher the cosmos
Carl Sagan came close
but perhaps the one voice
you listen to by choice
will be full of answers to the quest
you need to spend to invest
it all takes time
and nothing is as serious
as it seems to be | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/12/2009 8:28:16 AM | I hear that often
too serious
you think too much
relax...
people always ask me
if I'm stressed
who me?
no way!
because I write it out
then tuck it away
once the feeling's spent
there's no reason to be
bent out of shape
and unable to focus
strip me away
to the barest of dress
then pile on
sweat and glory
this winter cold
won't keep the flurry
of my feet scraping concrete
with earth-shattering metallic glee
I'll skip and jump
release the frustration
forever built within me | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/13/2009 6:32:36 AM | The day I first learned,HURT
so I built that wall
brick by brick,immune, inert
to pain, the wall grew tall
until she came and started
to tear it all down
pictures of her plastered over
what is left
will the wall crumble?
or will I start to rebuild
the fortress of my heart | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/13/2009 4:23:30 PM | look
I'm gonna lie a little
hope you don't mind
I was on the beach today
sand between my toes
found a whole sand-dollar
never even seen one of those
until today
at the beach
while it was warm
with the sand beneath my feet
I felt the rush of his skin against my side
the sand sliding down, the wave attempting to hide
a slip into some strange little place
yeah, I swear that happened
when I was on the beach
today, in my head
I thought of
someone
I didn't
know
at all
and if I tilt my head sideways
I can still see the waves
If I grow a little straighter
I will have my wilder days
when I've nowhere to be
a strange silence comes over me
why in the phuck
is it
dark
at 7:20??
Did Fall fall back,
when I wasn't looking? | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/13/2009 4:31:53 PM | wildest romance starts in the minds of people
we never have known
ice forms on the town clock and steeple
dream lover so noone dreams alone
while finding gold in the sands
its dark at 7 am
here in the northern lands
meanwhile the banana dances | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 10/13/2009 5:02:04 PM | I am a tropical person
I need heat bouncing from the sky
onto my skin
reddened all summer
never tan
nor burnt
just absorbing the rays
of a kinder version
than the one
who sends you to Hell
every day
as you pray
for heat
but I hate the cold
and the disappearing sun
I hate the snow
give me summer fun
my garden is dying
thick and healthy stems
poking up
from a mass of brown death
and i want more sun
boo winter
ha ha | |
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