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Friday, January 28, 2005

Rain falling down from the sky

Rain falling down from the sky; look into your eyes for nothing is real. A seemingly remorseful world, a tired soul a chaotic conversion of pain and irony. All is my destiny nothing is my fate. For all that is dealt to me I shall and will retaliate. This pain I share most can relate. With these words and bitter truth I cast my bait. And follow thy chosen path. Happy days… tomorrow lies in fogy haze and you stare reading your eyes pounding your heart racing in your daze. For as unique as I am so are you and the one you shall stand next to on the up coming morrow. Everyone has hurt and leads a life. Snare them and snare yourself. Turn all your hate to me… for your sins are my own. A dead man’s cries, a lost child’s tears. All is real, nothing is reality. All is mystery. All is clear. Look then look again after a mere word and see the world with a new light. Every day your opinion on something changes… with only knowledge gained. You bleed as does everyone. You hurt as should everyone. And as before and always you shall take for granite that which another does not have and so desperately wants. Life. Love. Happiness. Bestow the pain to others… as you do. Seal my fate even deeper. Blind I say you are. A sheep to society. You follow where you are lead. And you do not even realize it now you doubt my words you spite my thought. Popularity, power, and attention. One word to you… puppet. I have had all… and now I am where I chose spare one. The love I once had the love I want back. I have not the time to search as you do. Nor why would I when my heart has only found one. How many subjects have I covered in this? How many can I? How many can you understand? Questions question… and more questions. And I leave you to ponder the answers. I have learned from life… alone. The one gift that I can freely offer is what I have learned. I reveal it in a cloud of mystery. If you see it then you are ready if your mind refuses then you truly are content as cattle ready to be slaughtered for the gain of society. Would you do what you do if it was not to appease the persuasion of another? Say no or lest you lie. Your world spinning; mine dying. My time grows shorter with each passing thought… and I spend it to better you, your neighbor. Nothing do I gain… I only pray that a child will not grow up as I did. Truly alone… misunderstood, left out, betrayed… the mother that gave birth wishing for the child’s death. When I was healthy I wanted to taste death… now sick and pale I push on for only the chance to help another. I am nothing more then myself and why should I be anything different. Reaching inside tearing away the locks… digging deeper. Scars… sharpen thy blade. Produce all your hate. Bury your love. Take life as only pain… destroy the love others wish to give. And I mark you as a fool. Ponder… and learn.

1 Comments:

Blogger writerwoman said...

What wonderful turn of phrase you create in this piece. I can feel the wmotins jumping off the screen.

Sara

11/30/2006 09:37:00 AM  

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