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Robert Ueda
Poems
Sep 2013
The Commentator Complex
Thinking when I'm not speaking
Dreaming when I'm not sleeping
Holding my tongue
But internally i'm screaming
Its a wonder all these things that I'm feeling
Don't make me force my own bleeding
Or stop me from breathing
It seems they live within my skin
Internalized karma killers
They say the good die young
Well the old are our pillars
So where does that leave us?
Snorting coke of the same mantle
From which we worship Jesus
Castles made of sand
Are the realty of the land
In between the paint and plaster
Huddle humorless laughter castors
And in between the organic plastic
Is where my hope lies
So long as they stay focused
Keep their mind clear and open
But who knows when
Change will come about
Like a siren to the deaf
It's silent when it shouts
The thoughtless opinion population
Sleep in the mire they were raised in
Like cave men
Not daring to walk the paths less taken
Written by
Robert Ueda
California
(California)
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