UnsafeA Poem by PoeticFury12-12-12
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Title: Unsafe By: Joshua Casimier Date: October 9, 2012
A friend told me that this world is no place for people with nice hearts.. Only the destructive and the innovators of violence are the ones who thrive off the worlds breath as if it is a way of the arts. The say be a leader, but how can one lead and succeed yet they tried to take the air out of my lungs away and say that your ways of criminal activity is not a choice, but something that you just happen to need...
Walking on glass trying to protect the others at one point from braking their face.. As I trailed in the race.. Blinded by the air that burns my eyes like mace watching the angels that fell from this earth.. Often times not thanking them and the higher power above for the mercy that this life is given and its grace. The world being covered by inadequacy as it bakes a cake of catastrophic catastrophe as the icing on it is blasphemy. Watching the sands of time go out of the window and my life flashes before my eyes of me being six feet in the ground. All of these things often times passes me. When like us all.. All we want is to be free, but we let others often times try to bring us down with fear instead of climbing with cheer.. true inaccuracy...
As no longer walking outside is a privilege its more of a mission.. Looking over your shoulder as you feel eyes are watching you with more than just 20/20 vision. Unsafe.. when has the world become this... Was it something that the revolution or the schools missed. Maybe its not top priority or like the rest of the issues like the conflicts of man are dismisses off the list.. that leads to things like bleeding wrist having no room for faith anymore what a twist.. That its not safe to do nothing without a clenched fist where everything is the same now and it all has one independent variable in which of only selfish ways consist. You think I don't have a right to feel unsafe.. You don't think I have a right to be pissed. When there is poor sleeping everywhere and a child who is not tucked in bed at night who has not been told they are loved by their parents if they are still there for that matter never been kissed...
They know no meaning of safe cause none of that no longer exist... Its all covered by negative with UN being the number one prefix.. How can this world be fading away.... How can a shadow be casted over the ever lasting burning sun to the point we pay no attention... Due to all the tension the misapprehension It leaves so much to be desired... As I am thankful for my time on this place... Though behind every set of eyes I now see there is another face.... Where they think just like I do, but they just have another base.. As we get more greedy.. The world as we know it becomes more unsafe.
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Added on October 22, 2012 Last Updated on October 22, 2012 AuthorPoeticFuryNew Orleans, LAAboutHeaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..Writing
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