Not you

One thing about family that some just cannot say is the very fact that will try to change you  and break you away from the things that dance and prance all over your mind.  Not many have the courage to say that what lies in their heart.  They all say they want what is best for you but they are not you they did not live as you did as you were young.  Their is 4 of me and my siblings who never were raised quite like the rest.  I grew up hard and not because of anything my parents did or did not do but my experiences taught me best.  That people can do horribly cruel things to you and I and even if you try your very best to be friendly and not hostile they may see fit to throw you in a pit...of that i have no doubt.  It is up to you to shout what will be yours and what you will not do in order to appease these who are not you

Strong or cool

Hey kiddo do you think it makes strong or cool to be cold and emotionless too? The man who is afraid of crying is a tool that cannot be used his mind is of hate and something worse i am sure of it. You think that men do not cry or write of their heart or their mind, it must be totally uncool.  So sure grab that bottle of cowards drool it may numb your mind but you will feel the sting of a lovers gloom.  Pick up some of your mothers pain killers its the new and amazing thing that kills young men and women everyday who think their world is worse then those on the streets who wonder where it will be warm or will they have food to eat. Go whimper and whine of unfair things like the dining hall was out of my favorite food or I have got no ac in this blistering summer heat that makes me sweat all day and night.  Or your classes seem to tough so grab some ritalin and stuff that will keep you up and then you would be the fool for thinking it is cool to kill yourself for the sake of school.  But then again i am sure that this is not you or are you the blissful fool who is gone beyond the pull of redemption because that would be cool.  I am sure it is fun to be the one who has all the fun bottled or readied in a needle for someone.  You have images of yourself that you are awesome to have so much stuff from what the dead lives you have not lifted.   Money and dollar bills make it all better so at night when you think of the lives you have put down so far they are below the ground, you can say I am strong or cool because I am not in school and making dollar bills from all the lost and forgotten fools who will sail onto never land and then they will see the lives that have never been because they wanted to be strong or cool.

Out on a ledge

People say they rebel because they don't listen to music of the here and now and if they had would they be rebels anyways? People say they are revolutionaries because they stand up against injustice yet nothing has changed and we aren't even at a standstill with the evil doers who do what they may.  Is it criminal to pick and choose laws to follow as long as you have one moral hair pulling it all together.  I have lots of hair of morality that I say what good are laws if they do not assist and aid the people who are the most persecuted? I hate the police and when i stand next to a logical person they would say they do good in most cases, and I would strongly disagree with that statement when all they do is give traffic citations and yes they do arrest the most evil of the rest, and they still do not hear and listen only pick and choose those who they arrest.  Am I unpatriotic because I do not blindly praise a government whose job is only to make make make a profit off the people who do not get a cut of their monetary gains.  Does it make me not american if i do not praise wars and do not want more then what i already have? I am what i am a rebel, a revolutionary, a criminal, and against most americans because i do detest their illusionary best.  So if these things make me not like everyone else then i will be glad to stand out on a ledge removed from the rest.

Letters to death

You say what is the difference between me and you.  Well you are are are... how do you say enslaved.  I am free from tyranny and authority and you are listening to their rules bowing and saying how do you do.  Asking the man how was his day and he would say who are you.   I would say hey dickwad listen here because this line will be my words that you should absorb and gorge on until I am through.  I have debt from college that is impossible to pay they ask me what will you do when you have to get a job and listen to the few who lead the charge against choking and groping the many impoverished that have no clue.  I must say that I will not live this way, sweating and bleeding all over the ground in order for you to live in a such a manner that would save so many who cannot see tomorrow in the cards that were given to them.  They fold every time so that they can feed their young and barely make it by.  I will not live that way where begging and pleading leaves me without enough.  I will never go along to get along with the ones who have given up their whole being in order to be living in a bubble of wealth and never to be in poverty.  By you becoming their slaves and never wanting or aching for something better for you and your own, you have written the letters to your death dealers.

Jump in line

They told us to go to school and listen to that man in the ivory tower talk and we would bow down and give him our undivided attention.  While this was going on I saw a butterfly go by and it was golden yellow and mellow and so i went with is outside.  I stood up in the middle of our hero worship that leaves men and women blind to their words and the implied perfection.  They all turned and look at me while I stood up and left them behind to be where they did not question but bent down and took it like no free man I had ever seen.  Instead I was to see slaved men and women chained to conformity and fitting it to whatever feat they needed in order to beat in order to join in on the company line.  Single file they stood and as I watched from a view far from them. They would wear white shirts and numbers would be their new names counting off like sheep in a barn.

Die young

These children just keep getting fat on excess that can never be trapped.  The authorities say to buy more of things that we should not need and watch news and television while they are programmed to be silent zombies of perpetual lies. They do not see nor hear the evil whispers of the cloaked death dealers blinding you at a very young age.  They say in their murmurs of the status quo that they were much easier to deceive.  By worshipping and respecting the overseers of their success they indirectly contribute to acts against humanity and then they will be bound and found to be willing participants.  These kids say they are old enough to fuck and kill the enemies of their countries and yet they do not speak with the intelligence of such maturity. They must be gods if they cannot do anything to stop this carnage of the fat who die young.

Drowning

I am swimming out here with floatation devices that do not work they only sink.  Bills that just cannot wait to pull me down to the killing floor strapped to walls of never ending poverty.  They say it is getting better out on the mainland but i see people diving every day.  going to the bottom to search for to look for ways to pay these things that we cannot live on the mainland without.  Out on that mainland I hear people talk of things like what music they like or vacation they might... never mind they are forgetting that job they got that keeps them lost in time they may not get to spend doing the things they love but settling for something less than what they want and they don't last.  Dying frozen in place in the sunshine who only request time off and get tangled up in societal restrictions that gives them no more existential direction.