life:terror

written 2006

America’s War on Terror is like a Middle Class abortion
It covers up their mistakes with a pre-emptive killing
Of a predetermined potentially problematic person
Before they can decrease American quality of life.

[This Was The Title]

Do you know my friend Jim?

When you are with him

You know everything is going to work out.

[This Is A Title]

Do you know my father Doug?

If you are around him enough

You may find yourself in the hole.

[This Is The Title]

Do you know my friend Cliff?

When I hang out with him

I feel like I am on the edge of something.

I ONLY NEED ONE WORD TO EXPRESS HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW (OR THE TITLE IS LONGER THAN THE POEM)

SUCK

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raspy voices

in the  dark

trying to overcome the feeling of loneliness

the kind that overwhelms in a crowd

and a crowd forms

and envelopes

and overwhelms

because that is what crowds do

they cant do anything else

it isn't in their nature

i am envious of his easy way

i am desirous of the freedom he feels

i stand out in the crowd

trying to overcome the feeling of loneliness

watch watch

listen listen

but I cant see

and I cant hear

the rasp of voices

recounting in the dark

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Perhaps I Was Born An Anarchist

I am a revolutionary

Maybe I was born that way

But I know I have grown that way

I will not be the leader

That will change the world

But I want to be one of those

Who inspire them to strive for revolution

Or at least inspire those that will support

Be it my children or my children's children

Or the stranger I once met with simple kindness

Who had their world shifted.