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
Comments
Login or register to post a comment.
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.