They lied to you

They  lied  to  you

 

They lied to you
They spoon fed you whole grain bullshit while you wore a bib of influence
fallacy dripping from each cooing of the choo choo train, destination tunnel of deteriorated hopes and dreams

They said life is a straight shot with austere accuracy from the warm barrel of birth
You graduate high school, you go to college, find your woman, and have a family

They lied to you, wanted to shield your supernatural dreams from the cold silver bullets of reality

They almost killed you
Life is volatile
Like raging hormones of the youth in love
Life is tempestuous
Like the fervor winds of Sandy

You graduated high school
but didn't get an acceptance letter
You end up working at a supermarket bagging for powdered wighairs who go untouched by life's malicious hands
pristine like a diamond found in coal
Yet incandescent without a speck of dirt meant to defile

You get excommunicated by those who held you out of your warm mother's womb
Welcoming you to the cold world of graves
long forgotten
conformed with the other dilapidated gravestones etched with evanesced names
slumbering till you join the ranks of those consigned to obscurity
 

Your options dwindle to the cruel arms of mother nature

as her kisses are icy winds of a blue night that falter your attempts to sleep on concrete

using your thin polyester sweater as a blanket

but all the while you envision a mattress gentle as a floating cloud on a warm night

supplanting the concrete by the dumpster

 

You still refuse to be obscured into the mediocrity of the dead

Your name will be commemorated like those who defied the Gods

You have all the Gods against you, but you persist, Odysseus, persist through poseidon's storm

 

You showered in the restroom sink at your job, soaking the floor with copious amounts of water and trash from the concrete by the dumpster

But you're in your suburban home, bathing in your pristine fiberglass tub

getting ready for an interview with the times

 

The world will try to placate your flame

Try to make you complacent with rest of the dying lights

A scheme to engulf the world into perpetual darkness

 

Rage against the winds that threaten your flame to be snuffed out to ash

 

Rage, Rage ,Rage

Do not let your flames languish with the dying lights

Be a beacon that they can glean from to keep this world enlightened

 

Do not become a number of the isolated stones the dead lay restless in

They will always haunt the living

Their dreams, however, will abstain from the world of the living and remain trapped in the stygian beds of the dead

 

Live.

Sleep less

Rage

when all odds point to failure

Rage

When you're rejected by every publisher

Rage in the night's pounding away at the typewriter

like whipping the disobedient

Becoming so austere in your craft that no one could refuse you

 

When you're sleeping on concrete near dumpsters, while mother nature blows you tough love

Rage against the winter, let your fiery passion keep you warm in those icy nights

Rage until your concrete bed is supplanted by a mattress with a wife who'll hold you close

 

RAGE, RAGE, RAGE

 

Refuse to leave life in the hands of fate

Reject the preordained paths the Gods have given you

Refuse anything but your own will

 

Your life belongs to you

 

 

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Comments

Maddy Coates

You have a very strong tone, and it really reflects your attitude towards the world. I really feel the same way sometimes about God's chosen path, even though I'm a Christian. It's true. Everyone has lied to you at one point or another. I feel burning fire exploding inside when I find out that someone has done me wrong, but every single time I try to tell someone off, I cry, and they don't take me seriously and they make me angry until I get to the point where I scream at them, but my hunger for revenge and justice is never satisfied, and I'm stuck with headache and heartache. I may need some tips from your point of view of life and the world.

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