Cynic-idle Ideation

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Sometimes I just wanna stand up
    and scream
    a sound so full of frustration
    the whole world would hear me
    and stop its awful
    callous blindness.
    I wanna find a way to make
    all these individual people hear
    so that the group
    the many groups of individuals
    will stop doing these things
    these awful, pointless atrocities
    to each other.
    Not just the big ones
    the Holocausts and grade school shootings
    the genocides and homicides
    and global market crime
    but those awful little
    personal tragedies.
    I wanna scream out “why?”
    Why the suicides and
    relationship homicides
    and family pets kicked
    and middle schoolers tortured
    and all this
    unnecessary grief.
    Why don’t people pick up their hands
    or speak what the they feel or
    put down their guns
    or listen?
    Why do they
    treat so cruelly
    or ignore so totally
    or try to lock up
    the ones who
    out of courage or impossibility
    Why do the secrets fester
    and the oddities squash
    and the chance to
    say something different
    or feel something
    out of the blue
    gets kicked to the curb?
    Why do we punish the people
    who see and remember
    and try to do the little they can?
    It takes courage to try where you shouldn’t
    because god knows
    most who try
    succeed or not
    pay through the nose
    or through the heart
    or through a bleeding whole
    just the size of a
    high caliber rifle shot.
    Why is it so amazing
    or so frightening to think
    that some of us reckon the cost
    and try anyway
    reckoning that
    this is no place for a TI-83
    because success is impossible
    and not trying is easy
    and failing is worth something anyway;
    but if you fail without trying
    the cost is more costly than
    the government is over budget.
    Does anyone know what I mean?
    Do I really try too hard
    just to fail too often
    picking losers every time?
    I wasn’t aware
    we were betting on horses.
    You do what you can
    where you can
    with what you have
    or you are no person at all
    just another human being.
    I would rather die now
    at twenty one
    than live to be a hundred
    knowing a listening ear
    or a hand up the stairs
    or anything I could give and live
    could have changed things for someone
    for the better
    and yet I failed to give it
    knowing I could.
    Maybe I am strange.
    Maybe I am too much.
    But I couldn’t live with myself otherwise.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I like this one very much:smile: and agree completely with the sentiments.:sad:

  3. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member

    I like this one because I can tell it came flooding out of you.

    Its best like that.

    In my opinion poetry is best when written upon the edge of the blade, the point where your message is heard loudest and if not, the red stain stays behind.

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