| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/3/2009 7:23:00 PM | Or I could sneak around the corner
of my mind
take a break from human kind
venture to where the animals talk
through their eyes
the beaver will whisper
with his tail
on the surface of the water
can't ever find the hole...
Reload the gun
attempt to conquer
yet another popcan
shit
I missed...
Arise from my slumber
put on shoes
start moving my feet
gyrating my hips
always trying
to be like Michael
or is it Elvis?
There are far too many dead kings.
I could focus, read,
interpret these things
they tell me of My Lord.
They tell them all to me
and I am suppose to believe
so confused now
I really can't see
the light
with all my might
I continue a pointless fight
against my heart
it plays its part
torture unseen
Christmas Caroling
In
July
why
is it winter again?
Okay, I'm back
thanks for the journey my friend. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/6/2009 6:04:02 AM | Let me nurse your wounds
I don't want you to die
you're bleeding badly now
and it makes me cry
I want to comfort your reality
Don't want to be a sidestep
I want to fall into the night
Without your face in it
Either take what you own
Or leave me alone
I've no time for these games
Why do you make me feel this way?
I'll fly away someday
and you will see me
wonder what it'd be like again
to be inside these
walls
that knock on all doors
walls
that resemble a whore
when you have me
but always a lady
when I'm free... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/6/2009 8:47:09 AM | i added a lyric on a musical thread
was attacked and threatened to have my arse deleted
wonder who thought it was important in their head?
never came here for those who competed
does love truly exist
outside of groups and clicks
or can a mate claim his own list
to use his bag of tricks
love is around
whilst beauty will reside within
it's outside the residential pound
and even comes with those who are thin
mindfully don't take things to heart
there is no world of the free
mate behind curtains will part
even the most delightful creatures of the sea
ever had an indian over for your Thanksgiving feast?
or did you offer a casino over land ruined and taken
i know your Grinch loves his roast beast
wonder if it's baked or with bacon?
judgment from outside is usually wrong
but you have Obama to mirror those of hate
didn't take very long
to revert to words used as bait
things could be a rosey's posey
odd who you see behind the mask
no need to be nosey
just bring laughter and your flask | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/6/2009 9:31:27 AM | the flask indeed
tends to warp things
into beautiful images
circling around thee
wake up the next morning
everything's a little fuzzy
but your heart is aching
and my back is sore
must have had a good time
but to me it's a bore
rather find a flask of love
not tainted with drinks of yesterday
he likes to have me sober
so that I can recall everything
and when I remember his might
or my shallow desperation
I get excited
craving his affection
damn the long distance crush
it's hell on my tires | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/8/2009 7:58:43 AM | I believe in Unicorns
mythical creatures
that guide me
with a horn
there are many
in this world
they've always been attracted to
foolish-minded girls
I follow them
they lead me astray
I run to them
they push me away
Unicorns have no need
for another half to make them complete
they just want the satisfaction
of knowing that through their misdirection
they fooled me
into thinking
the righteous path
lay beneath their feet
the golden pathway
that make my heart skip a beat
I follow them
and I follow their horns
Then hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
and I am enslaved to the desire
the ever-burning fire
wishing I hadn't been born
to chase these silly horns
indeed
God should've made me
a unicorn... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/9/2009 8:20:47 AM | I was not born of silver
I have no wish to be other than I am
I'll stand and deliver
love is a heart scam
the myth is anything that
anyone believes in
including the the all powerful invisible being in the sky | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/9/2009 2:13:56 PM | The Being you speak of
is not limited to
spaces that float through the minds
of people like me and you
and before you criticize
make sure you understand
the healing powers felt
within the gentle hands
Of a Spirit that flows
through everything I see
a Spirit that in troubled times
always sees fit to comfort me
or at least provide me with the tools
to melt away the pull
of sin and pain
Someone wasting away
the gifts He has offered
If He need be a man...
Because I've lost my father
it's easy for me to refer to him in that manner
But He knows no gender or race
and there's no special rule to gaining his manna
Love is the Being
and it flows through all
if you are scared of it
it's because your mind is too small
to give to others
with no personal gain
to love unconditionally
no matter what they try to say
turn my cheek
fail to see
this fire I burnt
was not a lesson learned
but merely life
and love of
The Being | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/11/2009 11:55:58 AM | take away sin
nothing to believe in
wouldn't it be nice
to live without vice
no beliefs to defend
just being a friend
no echo so hollow
no words to swallow
no heaven or hell
wouldn't life be swell | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/11/2009 3:48:32 PM | Heaven or Hell is a selfish man's fear
Heaven or Hell ain't what it's about my dear
and the moment you forgive
whatever sin against you
you think He did
is the moment you will be relieved
of course I know nothing of this pleasure
indeed salvation is a far off treasure
I just want some sex... :):():):):):):"):):):)P:I_)):):OKK)O:P_):):):) | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/11/2009 4:00:51 PM | Entry for November 11, 2009
I got ahold of this feeling
It's coming oer me
you call me an addict
but it's not reality I seek
I'd rather forget the problems
tuck them away
use them as fuel
to conquer someday
the very demons
swirling through my mind
knowing I've got a test
feeling deep inside
that if I don't get something inside
I will explode
so this cigarette puffs
smoke rings in the light
it stinks
you crave the smell
on my neck
my hands are dirty
like money and greed
the finest smell
I've ever known
that didn't bloom...
And I will wallow and confuse
remorse cannot follow this solitude
for I need to release
the pool balls didn't cut it
why do I sit in this house
expecting love to fall from the sky
for when out in public,
indeed I am too shy
too shy to talk
too shy to sing
when it comes to shaking my ass
that's an entirely different thing
perhaps confidence in my body
an unusually erect manner
clenched jaw
it's nothing personal
my mind races constantly
people think I write these things
long thought out processes
but hell, I type over 70 words per minute
count them up, you can see I have very little in it
But the relief I feel
although nothing like the one I need
from pecking and pounding
these thoughts that I seek
somehow fill the lonely house
yet drain the stress from my mind
if I write out every stupid idea
then they will no longer clutter my mind
I look back on it all
and half of the time
can't even remember
why I wrote such a rhyme
but indeed I do
and then share them with you
how silly... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/11/2009 8:52:32 PM | whispers in the wind
taken and sifting through the air
mindless thoughts
who really does care?
ramblings of a churning inside
tiptoeing through quiet
noone to wake
no heart to cling
no reason to hide
sometimes when I look back
attachment and feeling
does it all lack
where does that come from
when blessed with so much
live a life filled to the brim
always with a gentle touch
Comes down to a feeling
Of something lost inside
Where did it go
Not even sure what it is
I must confide
Often need direction
that determines my path
no longer wondering blindly
comforting ones wrath
himynameissarah...not ever silly....felt by others.....your written thoughts belong to many others who don't write them down. Thanks for sharing. :0) | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/11/2009 10:05:28 PM | | Sarah... you are an EXTRAORDINARILY prolific poet. Your unbridled genius is pretty apparent. It is not silly to share your thoughts at all. And watch out world should you ever decide to actually make your poems "long thought out processes"... I'd surely buy that book! | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/14/2009 5:46:29 PM | You tell me to spend my tax dollars on abortion
and in the same breath
tell me it is wrong
to kill a man
via lethal injection
to stand them in a line
and get rid of every damn one of them.
Because the life and misuse there of
the woman got only 11 months
for beating to death
her adopted daughter
I guess if it's not blood
they don't consider it slaughter
and I recall
a time when I was small
and didn't understand
what my momma meant
when she cried
over the news
seemed like a silly
thing to do
but now the words ring clear
in my heart a constant fear
that if we continue to prosecute and release
the sickest of people back on the streets
that one day
the lines will be so blurred
this doublespeak and misdirection...
anoint my heart
with purity
then show me scenes
of others dying
and little babes crying
tell me it's okay
to dispose of life this way
They sit back and laugh
let the little people sort it out...
great is good | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/14/2009 6:20:36 PM | There is a garden
in never, never land,
so far away, yet
so near at hand,
where flesh burns into flesh,
where passions dreams
are ever fresh,
where fever pitch
and ecstasy play,
quenching lusts fire
both night and day,
hands create shivers,
sweat runs like rivers,
when you close your eyes
the sun rises in the garden,
of never never land. | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/15/2009 8:09:58 AM | My coffee is percolating
I make some of the best around
The pot is old
My momma bought it for me
at Goodwill
One thing I actually take care of
sort of take care of
okay
it stays dirty for weeks
but I always use baking soda
to remove the stains
And it's white, how dumb
to make a coffee pot white
made back in the day
when we were mostly house wives
who scrubbed everything
clean as snow
no time for anything else
just watch the babies grow
there still isn't time
for anything but raising kids
I refuse to plop mine in front of a video game
there's no shame on those who did
but I'm scared that if
he does not experience
tangible life
he may become stunted
I never played them much
okay, that's a lie
but I really never could afford
the fancy ones
they went on by
so, I was stuck with the Genesis
that I'd gotten 4 years back
everyone else had a playstation
that shit was too real
gave me a headache
when I tried to play
so I stuck with my Sega
still have it today
somewhere
at my mom's
in a box
with a thousand other memories
I don't need and will soon forget
So...
this white coffee pot was someone's memory
they stashed it in a box
or under the counter
finally gave it up one day
mom paid close to 15 dollars for it
Goodwill prices: that's high
but the ceramic glazed metallic canister
and glass top
so you can see
how strong the coffee is
before you turn it off
It's almost ready now
someone's memory
on sale
fifteen bucks
my mom gave it to me
I will keep it for all eternity
bury me with
the pot that gives
the best damn coffee
in town
all this fancy shit they've got
can't hold a crown
to the flavor released
from ceramic and heat
glass ornamented goodies
a blue corning ware emblem
back when made in America
meant it was quality...
can't tell the difference now
all looks the same to me
so, occasionally I use
a little electric one
but it just hasn't got shit
on my Corning Ware
Deluxe Pot
with See through glass ornament
right on top | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/15/2009 10:09:36 AM | Recognizing the "little" things
As important
What a great quality to possess
You, my dear
Have so many things figured out
Know what's important and know what's blessed
At such a young age
Keep walking forward
Across that "tackling life" stage
What a lucky little boy
Whose mom sees and knows what's best
His life is bound to be a great one
Filled with love and zest.
You've got a great heart, Sarah! | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/16/2009 5:37:56 AM | I love your responses and messages to me. Thank you for being a friend.
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When you experience things
in the darkness of mankind
when a woman tells you
black skin is the devil's marking
and the thick lips are outlined in this scripture
they are the enemy
the mark of the beast
what is a nine year old supposed to think?
Hell, I knew they were full of shit
even way back then
but I couldn't help but be impressed
at the kids
who could flip through that Bible
and find the passage first
I still have no clear recollection of the order
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
Thank God for prayers
Or I'd forgot them
And sometimes I break into
Colloquialisms
ignoring the fact
that indeed I judge another person
by the words that come out of their mouth
the fire in their soul
when I look into eyes
not glazed over with hate
like his were
the last time
the only time
I wasn't in love...
And I see my favorite little black baby
her skin is soft
and her hair is too
it looks different from far away
but they love to have it fooled with
just as my light skinned babes
and I really don't understand
how someone could have been so low
to call a precious gift from God
a product of the devil...
but, I guess I must forgive them too
that's what My Main Man would do
But America cannot
Indeed in response
to that woman who spat out lies
those words that made me want to cry
and then I listen to Reverend Wright
and realize we are all stupid
stupid to bother
stupid to try
for there will always be some ****er
not letting us get by
with loving
and being
as we should....................................................................
this is the division
this is where it starts
middle class neighborhoods
right in the heart
of a cement world
where gang colors flow
with blood
at night
you can't see the darkies
but she preaches about them every day
actually, she's dead
Was it God that called her away?
Who's side is right
If no one hears the truth
If they never feel the light
then what am I supposed to do?
I guess I'll switch over
to the Catholic religion
for you can pay off after they're gone
the past sins of your loved ones
and I will get rich
buy everyone forgiveness...
it doesn't work that way
then you want to say
that I'm foolish for believing
there is torture now unseen in
places we don't know about
they stare at us
the evil
the warm
the cool
the dead
are alive...
and I pray.
So, can I forgive myself today? | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/16/2009 7:18:05 AM | life ,so confused by it all
I come home and throw my troubles at the wall
lie back and spout about how I am feeling
but what good does it do to talk to the ceiling
I hurl obscenities at the door
does it hear or care anymore?
and the poor hard floor accepts my pacing
other than that it is ignored
even though it waits safe and solid for my feet
thanks floor just for being there | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/16/2009 3:20:54 PM | Vertically stagnant
Horizontally challenged
Creeping over the valley
like thick fog
the days are almost past
and maybe once at last
I can focus on something
other than
my lack there of
affection...
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thank the floor
ease the madness
wood ingrained with years of dirt
swept under the rug
nails stick up
snags
where too heavy a burden was lifted
and held
by me
and no one at all | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/16/2009 7:27:23 PM | Amazing poetry...simply amazing at such a young age. Please be yourself...always...Well I guess I better drop something off. Hmm...let me think:
As green of the grass of Kentucky
As pure as tobacco drying in a barn
As free as a thorougbred racing in the field
As truthful as the locked eyes in conversation
As deep as the understanding of life in the word yup
As the easy way in the depth of the country life
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/17/2009 2:54:48 AM | First snow fell today
Gracefully drifting
to the ground
Thought about how gently
at times things touch our lives
Sometimes without us even knowing
Sometimes with such force
That it stops us for
A moment
Balance can be difficult
But given time
We hold out our hands
And find a steady wooden floor
upon which to stand
Love everyones writes here. Have a day filled with gentle touches. :0) | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/18/2009 6:48:56 AM | Sorry that I smoke like a freight train
Do not comprehend a world of pain
I'd rather swallow and absorb
the oil of forgotten portraits
scattered on my walls
will a Magic Eraser remove?
calloused and futile memories
I can't quite remember
because I was too drunk
but I always knew something happened
I like the violation
gives me an excuse
to drink more...
I always wonder
if I will ever conquer
this thing inside me
this raging beast
that does not know a limit
indeed I relate to Nixon
with my big ass head
and low self esteem
and it even showed him blacking out
back behind the scenes
I don't want that though
I'd rather let the beauty flow
and use my low level of self-esteem
to bring the humility out of me
and a trusting nature
that will never waiver
for God tells me in my stomach
when I'm in danger
and it rumbles like an old fashioned alarm clock
a distinct buuuurrrrring
I will drop everything
and run like hell
I know the feeling well
So I don't understand
why I love you my friend?
did I numb myself
to the brink of denial
the very first night I saw your smile...
but I know I only had
about three quarters of a beer
surely that wasn't enough
to completely disregard
all of my fears
such an overwhelming passion
indeed, I jumped right on in
had me from hello
is that what they say?
I don't understand
why I'm not afraid
when clearly you are such a danger
and I don't know why I ever started trusting
a crazy, dark-eyed stranger
And there may be other boys
that think this is for them
but the one it's written for
is the one who'll never read it............................... | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/18/2009 8:56:19 AM | the one who will never read it
is the one who sleeps easy
his concious thoughts don't feed it
her raucous thought so teasy
her innocent ambivilance
her vision of herself patterned in hoar frost
a page of words,poetic contrivance
the book of a life so burned and so frayed
but all is not lost
and all is not paid
talk of religion,betrayal,and corruption
is life:pardon the interruption
we now return to the regularly scheduled program | |
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/18/2009 11:29:02 AM | if that man sleeps easy
it's because he's in denial
I'm not some stupid girl
I'm not an innocent child...
perhaps just a little too wild
and I understand that
I'll wear many hats
but one of sobriety
never looked that good on me...
And, quite frankly
I've quit apologizing
for my actions
I've learned to pay for them
accept responsibility
and move the **** on....
but this one ache I can't get rid of
never even hardly talked to
we are so very different,
except for one thing...
and it's not what you're thinking
it's just a feeling
that I get
when I know in my heart
that things are right
the way they should be
but it wasn't that way last time
and maybe he's not the only one for me,
but he's still
the only one
that I want.
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| Enslaved to the System
Posted: 11/18/2009 11:56:57 AM | While we're on religion
let me not forget
I'm skipping religious class today...
too bad I can't go shopping
but I will go
tomorrow...
I wonder if I might recall
the feeling I got when I was small
and how I enjoyed singing along
as the preacher guided us in a song
and I wonder why I've strayed from that path
and maybe if maybe just at last
I've forgotten how to pray with tears in my eyes
for they aren't supposed to flow
I shouldn't be sad
I should be grateful
but I'm not
in ways I'll never be
I am saddened by all I see
and when they tell me it's okay to play God
with human life
to implant and carry on
the Catholic Church
denying birth control
keep the masses hungry
they can't fight us if they're starving
but I don't know
why I'm praying
when I should be thanking
I do
I am blessed beyond my own wildest imagination
but I want more
I am greedy
for knowledge
I want to know it all
accept everything
ignore the babies
and their crying...
In Florida
a blessed little baby
was sold by her momma to a man
that raped her
I think she was only four years old
and I don't understand
how a woman could give a man
her flesh and blood
and I really think
we have dehumanized life in such a way
that women are naked and stripping in bars
being exploited
selling it
the oldest profession
other than religion?
If it weren't illegal
and underhanded
I don't think people
would be so jaded
and I hope they kill that woman
that sold her little girl
some **** in KY beat another 4 year old to death
10 years for manslaughter
we cannot keep allowing these things to happen
with no restitution for the innocent victims
and I do not want to be afraid
for my child anymore
so I think there must be a way
to satisfy both floors
of the building
as the sky falls
away from me
and tears flow
because this world has just gone too far
and I'm afraid for my way
that it will be lost
in a sea of sin and uncertainty
people in the world
they are the ones that take this from me
I do not let it get me down
I'm not afraid when out and about
I try to play it smart
and keep my cool
but I can't save the babies
being sold for crack
raped and beaten to death
then driven over state lines
I wonder
how much
he paid. | |
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