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    dots Submission Name: All who were last...dots

    Author: particularshard
    ASL Info:    23/m/DC
    Elite Ratio:    4.21 - 1159/1392/363
    Words: 468
    Class/Type: Poetry/Depressed
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       Actually, this was triggered by a Japanese political decision. In man's darkest times apparently he reliably chooses darker paths; unfortunate for everybody.

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    dotsAll who were last...dots

    It fucked up my whole day,
    A whole fucking country says fascists are okay?
    And so what am I to say?

    Left alone with my heinekein and too drunk to find my shoes,
    Still I feel I'm smart enough yet to choose
    More than cheap booze
    And cheap cooze
    From the local bar scene
    But do i look so smart from what the locals are seeing?

    Can I forget my ivory towers' are poached
    From peaceful giants?
    That I'm trained by my mentors to approach
    Their evil sceince
    With a stubborn reliance on esoteric foundations,
    That are more or less unknown to the mores of most nations?
    I'm facing, a crisis of faith that I have predicted:
    My base wants and higher mental faculties have conlicted
    Since I shifted my locus of control to myself -
    And then was told there was no soul I could hold as my wealth -
    There went my mental health,
    And I never quite faced it.
    I swore off money in my heart but never really replaced it.
    Now I taste it -
    Bile in the throats of those I'll never know -
    They never hide but never show
    Wild against the glow and the shadows cast on my cave walls
    If I can't save this one can I save all?
    Fuck those who gave all!
    They set a standard that's just mocking me
    Knocking me -
    Pushing my foot on the gas pedal as the police are clocking me,
    Stopping me -
    Something that no one else can do
    For I hold myself back just to hold back the truth:
    I support the power greed delegated,
    So long as I'm medicated
    Reliably relegated as I sit to be educated.
    I see so many sure footed,
    But lost on the waves
    Giving up their own hearts wooden
    As the cost of the saved.
    While I like moss on the graves
    Live every day with oblivion
    But still I have to keep on growing,
    Where is Gideon
    To call the faithful men from the fields?
    To wipe the sweat from so many brows
    As we lay to be healed?
    I spit directly in the way of every man who ever kneeled simply because what's all around us doesn't match what we feel!
    The pain is intense, but do we then follow the prophets,
    Seeking out profits defended by
    Star Wars rockets?
    Its the way of apostates to take the next best,
    Then flaunting their ill-gotten gains in blind excess
    The nexus of choice and power is found in birth,
    The old men make the best decisions, but they themselves have no worth.
    May the children hold hands, bend and kiss at the earth
    For all those who were last shall yet come to be first....

    Submitted on 2005-09-11 14:16:38     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I didn't get all of this, but although it seems to be mostly a rant it is also beautiful. Perhaps it does not need to convey a message that is logical, for its value. It seems to be full of wild passion. If I could get more info about it or a part of it, it'd probably be what this line refers to: 'A whole [censored] country says fascists are okay?'
    | Posted on 2005-09-11 00:00:00 | by Catalist | [ Reply to This ]

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