The Point

Tired of all the bull...

Slap me, I can't breathe
conceive, believe in this
life, this strife, this knife
that is stabbing me and you
the world through coming unglued.
When does it ease, cease, freeze
make peace with itself with others
sisters brothers help me to help you
to help the world, each other. Keep
the flow, we know what will go if we
stay on this course of destruction- greed
and obstruction of contentedness. Are we
ready to unsteady this balance to the max
it's a fact that it's rocking off course we're the
source that's ending it all due to a wall we put up
to block the good that we should have nurtured and
we could have done just this if we didn't miss... the point.

Author's Note

V E N T I N G

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I feel the same as you. Need to stop the confusion.
"When does it ease, cease, freeze
make peace with itself with others
sisters brothers help me to help you
to help the world, each other. "
I like the ending statements. Sometime understanding and getting to the point isn't so hard for common people. People with profit and self-gain will not give up what they have. Thank you for your powerful poem. Made me think this early morning.
Coyote

[skypoetone]

Its construction is just how something vented should be - a no-frills rant that speaks energetically. A query: Why do we build walls where bridges should stand and vice-versa?

[Dream Weaver]

Inspiring and to the point, pun intended ;)
A very good vent I must say!

[J Todd Underhill]

This is very well done for a vent poem. More over while reading I could not tell that it was a ven poem until you said so. I thought before reading the tag V E N T I N G that it would make a great spoken word piece