Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Curiousity

Rough Draft for One Shot Wednesday @One Stop Poetry


What is it like to be a slave to your NASDAQ?
To have, have and have nothing of value,
Miserable at the core but 'cha got stuff and on the
Outside and to me, you have everything.

'Cept the buggaboos
Pesky splinters under fingernails,
Undercover agents who seemingly
Infiltrate personal security, sole purpose to obliterate.

What is it like to be so scared all of the time?
I myself, am afraid of the postman,
Do you lose sleep?
Do you forget to notice your breath upon awakening?

Is life meant to be viewed in 18 millimeter,
Black and white with dust embedded
In the film introducing a faint, filmy, fog,
Masking tangibility.

What is it like to create unwanted stories that eventually become truth?
Do children learn from television by osmosis?
She is such a bad person, so needy with no needs at all.
No, it was his upbringing, he said...that's why- coddled too much.

She had a bad mother, sister, father-
That's why there is war and he didn't pray enough
He didn't pray, he didn't pray enough
And here she is, story already told with irreparable branches.

What is it like to have a voice but use it only for self interest?
What is is like to have a voice and use it for hate?
What is it like to have a voice and do nothing?
What is it like to have a voice?

6 comments:

  1. nice...some good stuff here...it goes a bit of everywhere and maybe that is the point as by its title...the questions at the end are great...

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  2. So many interesting points brought up at once. I enjoyed this greatly thanks =)

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  3. wow! mindblowing!

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  4. lovely story,
    Thanks for sharing with poetry potluck.

    A++

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  5. Very powerful and thought-provoking. You challenge us, the status quo and that's what poetry often does.

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  6. Greetings,

    How is your day?

    Please share your poetry with JP potluck today,
    Have fun!

    Love your talent, as always, appreciate your support.

    Old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are all welcome!

    xoxox

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