August 13, 2012

• there is pain in my eyes
  sorrow in my heart
  as i leave flowers
  at my grave

  as i hold my chest
  hold life
  and consider all values

  greater then or less then zero

  nothing moves
  nothing breathes

  just mistakes
  my mistakes
  my life

  this that was

  and i am constantly told
  what to do
  what to say
  and how to say it

  i am constantly told
  who i am
  what i am about
  and if i am having a “good time”

  the choices of living a life
  led for me

  and this has nothing to do with kids
  or remedial math in the sixth grade

  or how i chose art over money
  or “what i did on my summer vacation”
  for the next five thousand years of my life

  this has nothing to do with sex
  love
  or plain closed (clothed) people
  living plain closed lives

  in a damp wet world
  that doesn’t allow anyone to take in oxygen

  unless the rate of expiration
  is above and beyond
  the level of income
  that seems to suggest
  we are all just–getting by

  this is about being
  about respect
  about heart
  about failure

  about holding someones hand
  in the rain
  when people die
  when love is needed

  when understanding
  is a simple question
  not Einstein’s theory of relativity
  not pi squared

  not cause and effect

  just meaning
  just you
  just me

  doing something more

  then yelling
  then retreating
  then giving up
  going away
  and dying

  all day
  everyday.

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