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Thoughts
Contributed by
Salar
on
Tuesday, 1st December 2009 @ 07:22:42 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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This existence often plays with my head,
it spreads messages of peace one day,
then the next it fuels hate,
There’s days where I spend all my time exploring the deep facets of what constructs my personality,
but these intense thoughts often hinder my capacity to think straight outside the guidelines of this insanity,
My plans to be a man are not what they seem,
I find my intentions to take certain actions are conceded and are ultimately the reason for the real underlying meaning of the dreams that I have foreseen…
To me the basis of all that makes the meaning of living worthy of any value,
Is the courage in being humane,
But one that we all seemingly devalue and deface even though we all feel the same pains,
Where's God through all of our struggles and strains,
through all our losses, gains and hate accompanied by rage as we filter sane thoughts through satin's grip on our brains during countless sleepless days,
Some say he’s in our hearts everyday…
so all we have to do is look inside and search for the answers that we all so desperately crave,
But my judgment wont let me betray my feelings of slavery,
The feeling of entrapment and encapsulation that society so benevolently gave me…
At times situations arose,
When I had the chance to open up and speak my mind,
But those times have changed,
now I’m being denied and restrained to even think unassimilated thoughts against the rise of political tyranny that plague our freedoms from shore to shore,
Not the freedoms we stand to lose
If we side with the acts of frustration,
violence and ignorance that’s consistently branded as terrorism on front page news,
But the feeling of isolation well gain if we don't band together stand up and refuse to choose a lifestyle of having nothing to loose and cease succumbing to these arrogant political fools which satanically reign,
Even though I know I am the creation of something so holy,
the essence of my souls convalescence caused by the menace that is the pressures of life’s endeavours to destroy me,
is actually the quintessence of everything unholy,
driving my ability to eventually, but slowly, seek emancipation from a nation that attempts to control the only outlet to my ever growing contempt I hold for the lack of morality they've shown towards me,
please don’t think you know me,
or my life,
or allow yourself for one second to be fooled into believing concocted lies about these heathens attempts to humanise themselves and justify their reason for countless acts of treason taken against the legions of common people paying tax to these demons in order to fund their mission of monopolising every conglomerate and business,
while reaching into our children’s hearts and minds,
moulding even the strongest most stubborn child into an image they've shaped from evil,
They say all life is equal,
but equality only exists to provide a chance for each man to be unequal,
so it is from this that all evil breeds,
Not from ownership of monetary value,
but from the lack of it,
Not from having wealth, but from wanting it, without being given a chance or offered the opportunity to obtain knowledge to help ourselves progress and get up out of this,
God's eyes embrace the skies,
Watching each and every move we make, he sits still observing the lives of his creations, they create nations, make mistakes and in the face of greed avoid patience and embrace haste by giving into temptations and proposal's that the devil has made,
I face each battle in this life of war with a pen in hand and every second in thought,
There's a constant mention about how life is short, how every second is precious and cannot be bought that it mostly builds tension till my complexion is ghostly i sit and stare at the mirror but i don’t even know me,
while I drift off and contemplate
what makes this life not so great,
time slowly slips away,
the devil smiles and death awaits,
in the presence of gods willing embrace I desperately pray and repent mistakes I made before my time is up it becomes too late and I realise my innate traits to debate the almighty and like a slap in his face reject his ways…
My constant thoughts of yesterdays pains interfere with the gains of tomorrow, therefore today is empty and hollow, enslaved in pain and whipped with sorrow I entertain the relieving feeling of rage that frequently follows drama filled days that make me wallow,
But sorrow is for the weak at heart, I stay cautious and sharp, not waiting to embrace destiny…
but awaiting God.
Copyright ©
Salar
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2009-12-01 07:22:42]
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