I was trying to write a free verse poem today, which started about being a soldier in a sence, marching down the street but my "drum beats are blast beats, and my fife has been replaced by overdriven guitar" but it quickly developed into a political, moral, and social rant, completely unstructured (sooo many tangents), but i like it...i want to keep the beginning for a poem but here is the rest of it with a preface...
Preface:
Its speaking too/about (a) conservative(s) starting out in reaction to curious/loathing stares from said conservatives...
Rant:
These stares,
They are cast in curiosity.
Wanting to know why I march
And what I march for.
Wondering Why I seem so different from most
And how different I am from [you].
Truth be told, I am no different.
I feel Love and hate.
I have hopes and dreams.
I have faith and morals.
I have fears and insecurities.
It is trivial that my dreams are my own,
That I do not pray to your god, or bend you your moral code,
That I do not fear judgement,
That I do not fear the power of society,
That I do not fear pain
That I do not fear death.
You are like me and I am like you.
I just know that the only thing that deserves to be hated is hate.
Now tell me why homosexuality is immoral.
Do not quote a book, or another person.
YOU tell me.
You tell me why it is ok to let people starve to death.
You tell me why it is ok to treat innocent farm animals far worse than we treat convicts.
You tell me why any life is more important than another;
Why its ok to kill someone who killed a citizen, but not someone who killed an "enemy".
Why do we have enemies?
You tell me why a fetus, without the ability to survive on its own, with any amount of medical aid is valued more than the mothers life.
I take back what I said,
I am not like you.
I think for myself.
I have MY OWN hopes and dreams.
I don't fear you as you fear me.
I am not convinced that I am right,
Only that you are wrong.
Not wrong for what you believe,
But wrong because of why you believe it.
Your beliefs are based on a book,
Or what other people have told you.
Think for your fucking self.
And fuck is far from a bad word.
Fuck, shit, cunt, ass, cock. These words hold no moral value, possitive or negative.
Inhearently they are not bad, nor are the definitions of them.
You want to know bad words, here are your bad words:
Cracker, Mick, Spick, Tony, Nigger, Jap, Fag, Dyke.
Oh, you know those words are bad?
How about these:
War, Hatred, Starvation, Poverty, Cruelty, Vivisection, Murder.
Starting to get my drift?
What about Freak, Loser, Dork, Nerd,
Or what about evil.
Why does evul have a definition?
Why does it exist?
But I doubt that you will ever admit that you are wrong.
You have been barking up the wrong tree all these years.
Now your only option is to trick people into believing that it that its the right tree.
I see through your lies.
That is why you fear me.
But once again you are fighting the wrong battle,
I am not your enemy.
In fact, I am your friend.
I am everyones friend.
I just want the best for everyone.
Your enemy is your pride,
Your selfish pride which wont let you admit you are wrong.
That is the only path to retribution,
The only way to redeption.
And sex is not dirty.
Bodies are not ugly.
People do not stop functioning without clothes.
You care about Ms. Jacksons breast, but not that 90% of the players are on steroids and pain killers just so they can compete for your entertainment.
You make me sick.
I despise you for your selfish lies.
But in a way I march for you.
Not only in the obtuse "I march for everyone" sense,
But without you I would not need to march
Without you...
Now we are back to my hopes and dreams.
For anyone who read all of that....thanks.
-D
Preface:
Its speaking too/about (a) conservative(s) starting out in reaction to curious/loathing stares from said conservatives...
Rant:
These stares,
They are cast in curiosity.
Wanting to know why I march
And what I march for.
Wondering Why I seem so different from most
And how different I am from [you].
Truth be told, I am no different.
I feel Love and hate.
I have hopes and dreams.
I have faith and morals.
I have fears and insecurities.
It is trivial that my dreams are my own,
That I do not pray to your god, or bend you your moral code,
That I do not fear judgement,
That I do not fear the power of society,
That I do not fear pain
That I do not fear death.
You are like me and I am like you.
I just know that the only thing that deserves to be hated is hate.
Now tell me why homosexuality is immoral.
Do not quote a book, or another person.
YOU tell me.
You tell me why it is ok to let people starve to death.
You tell me why it is ok to treat innocent farm animals far worse than we treat convicts.
You tell me why any life is more important than another;
Why its ok to kill someone who killed a citizen, but not someone who killed an "enemy".
Why do we have enemies?
You tell me why a fetus, without the ability to survive on its own, with any amount of medical aid is valued more than the mothers life.
I take back what I said,
I am not like you.
I think for myself.
I have MY OWN hopes and dreams.
I don't fear you as you fear me.
I am not convinced that I am right,
Only that you are wrong.
Not wrong for what you believe,
But wrong because of why you believe it.
Your beliefs are based on a book,
Or what other people have told you.
Think for your fucking self.
And fuck is far from a bad word.
Fuck, shit, cunt, ass, cock. These words hold no moral value, possitive or negative.
Inhearently they are not bad, nor are the definitions of them.
You want to know bad words, here are your bad words:
Cracker, Mick, Spick, Tony, Nigger, Jap, Fag, Dyke.
Oh, you know those words are bad?
How about these:
War, Hatred, Starvation, Poverty, Cruelty, Vivisection, Murder.
Starting to get my drift?
What about Freak, Loser, Dork, Nerd,
Or what about evil.
Why does evul have a definition?
Why does it exist?
But I doubt that you will ever admit that you are wrong.
You have been barking up the wrong tree all these years.
Now your only option is to trick people into believing that it that its the right tree.
I see through your lies.
That is why you fear me.
But once again you are fighting the wrong battle,
I am not your enemy.
In fact, I am your friend.
I am everyones friend.
I just want the best for everyone.
Your enemy is your pride,
Your selfish pride which wont let you admit you are wrong.
That is the only path to retribution,
The only way to redeption.
And sex is not dirty.
Bodies are not ugly.
People do not stop functioning without clothes.
You care about Ms. Jacksons breast, but not that 90% of the players are on steroids and pain killers just so they can compete for your entertainment.
You make me sick.
I despise you for your selfish lies.
But in a way I march for you.
Not only in the obtuse "I march for everyone" sense,
But without you I would not need to march
Without you...
Now we are back to my hopes and dreams.
For anyone who read all of that....thanks.
-D