dustinmclean - Hello Poetry

I sit and I lay in my cage. I can see that many of us are apes that have been trained. But I know underneath we humans truly don't act this why. Meanly because this system is driving us insane. Fighting and *** are so repressed but they feel so good so we come back to them any way. Then we are punished and put back in owner place, regardless of your *** or race. But I will not deny that rush of life when someone clocks me in the face. What I am saying is we are still apes still animals still human. Hour ideas twisted and values out of place.

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Apr 15, 2014

Apr 15, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC

dustinmclean

Apes in a Cage

I sit and I lay in my cage. I can see that many of us are apes that have been trained. But I know underneath we humans truly don't act this why. Meanly because this system is driving us insane. Fighting and *** are so repressed but they feel so good so we come back to them any way. Then we are punished and put back in owner place, regardless of your *** or race. But I will not deny that rush of life when someone clocks me in the face. What I am saying is we are still apes still animals still human. Hour ideas twisted and values out of place.

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I've only been on this earth for 17 years But already had the good honour of experiencing evil and good from the youth of my peers My precious vessel, you deserve nothing but the best learn from my mistakes and make your life rest One: The acne on your face does not determine how beautiful you as a person Neither you're weight, height or stature. Your skin a shade of wonder, wear only the (dna) makeup of me and your father Two: Your body is your temple, not a museum for those who want to feast on your flesh, for those dead eyes are shady and they want nothing less. Three: Fall in love with everything around you, the stars, sky and moon. The sound of laughter, the rain drops too. Look from balconies and trees at the veins of the cities. And take pictures of people and weddings, savouring silver white memories. Four: Make your own mistakes and learn. You are allowed to feel pain, there is still blood in you veins but don't let that sweep you away away away on dandelion heads Five: Dearest, don't worry for a moment what they think; be prepared when they want to see you sink, respond with dimples, sunshine and light. For this is what makes the darkness strike Six: Finally My girl love yourself, for all that you are and want to be; the music you love, the food you detest, those long family outings and that boy that you like best. The list could go on and on with verse and song and book and word but Dear Daughter let this be the basis of your life. Carry it and write it on your flesh beating heart. For your flesh beating heart deserves life in it fullest. ©Rebekah Lazarus 2014

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dustinmclean

Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC

RLazarus

Dear Daughter

I've only been on this earth for 17 years But already had the good honour of experiencing evil and good from the youth of my peers My precious vessel, you deserve nothing but the best learn from my mistakes and make your life rest One: The acne on your face does not determine how beautiful you as a person Neither you're weight, height or stature. Your skin a shade of wonder, wear only the (dna) makeup of me and your father Two: Your body is your temple, not a museum for those who want to feast on your flesh, for those dead eyes are shady and they want nothing less. Three: Fall in love with everything around you, the stars, sky and moon. The sound of laughter, the rain drops too. Look from balconies and trees at the veins of the cities. And take pictures of people and weddings, savouring silver white memories. Four: Make your own mistakes and learn. You are allowed to feel pain, there is still blood in you veins but don't let that sweep you away away away on dandelion heads Five: Dearest, don't worry for a moment what they think; be prepared when they want to see you sink, respond with dimples, sunshine and light. For this is what makes the darkness strike Six: Finally My girl love yourself, for all that you are and want to be; the music you love, the food you detest, those long family outings and that boy that you like best. The list could go on and on with verse and song and book and word but Dear Daughter let this be the basis of your life. Carry it and write it on your flesh beating heart. For your flesh beating heart deserves life in it fullest. ©Rebekah Lazarus 2014

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Why am I hear? Stuck in a concrete cage. I fear that Il will never leave. Stuck in a loop. Ground by the chains of my over seers. Stuck to fend for myself in an arena of savages. Lost in my own ego. Stuck .... Just ..... Feel.... Stuck As if day in and day out my life has been plaid from the beginning, and I'm just a tiny part in this master machine we call civilization.

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC

dustinmclean

Clock Work

Why am I hear? Stuck in a concrete cage. I fear that Il will never leave. Stuck in a loop. Ground by the chains of my over seers. Stuck to fend for myself in an arena of savages. Lost in my own ego. Stuck .... Just ..... Feel.... Stuck As if day in and day out my life has been plaid from the beginning, and I'm just a tiny part in this master machine we call civilization.

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For the minority of my life thought I was insane. Always wondering who was to blame. Always feeling left out. Questioning what it was about. But one day that feeling would change. I now know I'm sane but still very unique. This was an empathic awaking but it was still quite bleak.

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC

dustinmclean

Empathic Insanity

For the minority of my life thought I was insane. Always wondering who was to blame. Always feeling left out. Questioning what it was about. But one day that feeling would change. I now know I'm sane but still very unique. This was an empathic awaking but it was still quite bleak.

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