Struggling, It's a Living, Manipulation, We Are Human

born out of me ma's garbage bin
up and over and out and about
im alive now - with vigor

today and tomorrow 

I am very excited

probably even far after

I will be so . . .
on our beautiful giant ball of blue green
                 mystery 

until eventually
my fingertips fail to reach

what cartoons said I could touch

the tangible

its not always there

such is life. . .

so goes living

sometimes we lose our place

pretending dumb things are real

like a long and winding book

full of s**t and outdated morals 

we find ourselves

lost in a familiar place

growing nowhere 

going anywhere

beyond our simple voice

under false pretense

our routine mind

shrinking everything 

looking larger                           everywhere 

but going nowhere 

day by day

more wars 

of nebulous attrition

taking the place of... 

the violence we all were made from

 

           (what we were born of)

but you dont have to

you can decide not to

welcome 'the choice'

our greatest freedom

   our path to damnation 

   our path to salvation

we do not have to feed them

we do not have to do a god damned thing

we all of us everyone of us

already is in possession of this gift

(are you breathing?)

it was never not in us

if they say you were born that way . . .

    its a f*****g lie 

     inside a truth

do it your own way

             we all were born for this s**t 

we all were born to be full of s**t

             and everyone dies

eventually 

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