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You Are Your Own God
People on this Earth
Don't seem to notice
When another walks by
Nobody chose this
This stretched rope we walk
Seems to thin out
With each and every step
There's no way out
Either you make a move
Or stay still
Both ways you end up dying
Even by way of pure power of will
That rope is always there
Staring you in the fucking face
Taunting you and telling you you're nothing
All you know is you've got to get out of this place
Get in the road
Rip the engine up
Fuck that twisted path
Even what's "right" is fucked up
You have to carve your own way
With every ounce of your being
Every drop of blood
Just stop bobbing and weaving
You've got to learn to take the hit
You've got to learn to stop giving a shit
You have to get up and move on, inch by inch, bit by bit
Don't seem to notice
When another walks by
Nobody chose this
This stretched rope we walk
Seems to thin out
With each and every step
There's no way out
Either you make a move
Or stay still
Both ways you end up dying
Even by way of pure power of will
That rope is always there
Staring you in the fucking face
Taunting you and telling you you're nothing
All you know is you've got to get out of this place
Get in the road
Rip the engine up
Fuck that twisted path
Even what's "right" is fucked up
You have to carve your own way
With every ounce of your being
Every drop of blood
Just stop bobbing and weaving
You've got to learn to take the hit
You've got to learn to stop giving a shit
You have to get up and move on, inch by inch, bit by bit
Published 13th Jan 2013
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- Edited 13th Jan 2013 6:24pm
13th Jan 2013 6:23pm
There's a saying that a good poem is a weapon. This isn't a poem. It's a call to rights. A rebellion. A revolution. It's a thousand people shouting in the blink of an eye. Loved it. The words are spot on and just enough to give the right effect. The rhyming helped give it that chanting feel. Could perhaps benefit from some minor punctuation but that can always be worked on. I've been here a year and a half now and you're the first newbie in a long time that's grabbed me by the retinas and shouted 'read me'. God damn, it's refreshing.
13th Jan 2013 7:14pm
Oh, wow, you're too kind, Missy. Thank you so much, a million times over. Don't think I've ever gotten such a confidence-boost from a comment on one if my poems before. I appreciate that to no end.
13th Jan 2013 7:16pm
On another note, yes, I had written this as sort of an attempt to pick up and go, and to encourage others to do so. I'm a strong believer in the power of a word, a quote as well as a good book. Written communication, there hasn't been a greater invention since.
14th Jan 2013 7:16pm
A wordsmith in our midst 'by stealth even' making us all have to pick up our game. Nice one...don't agree with the sentiment "You've got to learn to stop giving a shit" but it is an exceptionally well crafted write. And that is what counts. I was only going to read one of yours to say welcome, but now I am hooked. 3 down a few to go ;-)
