A creed to what is owed

A free write of raw feelings. (It's what I do to get by)

If you feel frustrated answer me this:
Is it because you experience extreme poverty?
Is it because your persecuted so intelligently?
Feeling like your at your own eulogy?
Maybe it's the voice of scrutiny,
Holding you back.
Against your will.
And all anyone tells you is just be still. Go along.
Everyone already knows this tragedy
A song of two towers...
But is the truth real?
Truly how you feel?
Or simply a reaction to what people grab for traction... Carry on wayward son...
Become the begotten one.
Victims of circumstance and last chance happenstance.
I am unforgiving of blame and independent of history; I am open to the mystery... Of who I am, who is you? All together now: we are one never two.
Justice served, justice earned every time someone gets burned.
Bury the hatchet with your mother and significantly embrace your only brother: it is I and me.
I am the one Standing next to you in absolute need with a sign that says: BEER.
Veteran.
Family.
Lost one.
Credence earned is deserved no less... Revival is art.
Open the Doors, look at Who... Then be a fly on the wall, observing everything around you.
The king is clothed no less than a man living on cardboard in the alley.
And we are all poor in the eyes of any God you choose. Feed us. No doubt.
Perseverance is clout. Strength is respectable in the eyes of an equal human being. There lies no debt to those who share and are aware. Socialism, communism, capitalism... Fascism are only descriptions of experience, not rules to follow or ignore.
All this I absolutely abhor- along with every religion. I do more in my own kitchen.
Eat this soup and be healed with the truth of life given for life.

Author's Note

Let me hear what you think...

Reviews

[dan]

The intensity contained in this piece could light a city block of Big Ben one power hungry clock. The internal rhymes in this write are very effective, highlighting points of emphasis judiciously. Various timely references, like the one echoing the memory of 9/11...the classic rock nods, all are right on time, not shoehorned in just to be present and counted for. This piece seems to resonate with a raw undercurrent of despair, leaving me with hope that it will be resolved for you. Todd, this is a very well written piece. Be proud of it. take care...dan

[modtoddinc]

When a person is depressed it can be extremely difficult to do much of anything. At the time of this write I was basically reading the news, drinking coffee, and sleeping. I make an attempt here to use my depressive state as a sort of filter, or looking glass into current events. It's a personal piece where I am attempting to think outside of myself but ultimately remaining self-absorbed.

[wordman]

i`m sure we suffer them all ,somewhere,somebody !