"privilage" poems
Some say that fighting for your
country is a privilage
its Honorable they say
But I say its a phony
mistake.
Some fight for the money
Others for fame
others for redemption
some for pain.
They say that all men are treated Equal
But when power and control is Concerned
they treat nobody Equal.
You can't say your fighting
for something worth dying
When your leaders can't
say Nothin to the discriminate
killings of innocent civilians.
Your leaders may Lie
But your moral chices dont.
because the war you fight
is war on judgment and choices
you decide whose right or wrong.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand th’ account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
Th’ imprisoned absence of your liberty,
And patience tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you your self may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Your self to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.
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Why will this not break?
Why will this not fade into
awry little women muttering apologies?
Why will this not heal,
soften, dampen like the eyes of an innocent
This vex, this folly, a mistake to be erased
Instead it's morphing into a wrinkled excuse,
an overplayed scar
Stubborn, unsatisfied with only bothering me in dreams,
it swims around my consience
But isn't it my privilage to awaken from nightmares?
Don't I have the right to forget?
Pain is not weakness leaving the body,
but the slow dying of a will
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 1:24 PM UTC
We sit together, in the quiet
You turn to me and apologize
Apologize for your depression
Your sadness
I turn to you and tell you to not give up
That I love you.
You apologize for me dealing with you
For going through it with you
The way I look at it; this is a journey
for two
And I have the privilage of doing it
with you
Lo there are crooked trails and deep ravines;
You have my help,
You have my love.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
"It's your life.
Don't let anyone
make you feel guilty
for living your way."
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
We are living in a dictatorship, a tyrant is at large.
The Aristocrats are clawing on to their wealth and privilage
Ebenezer Scrooge pales in all spectrum
The Peasants awakened in anguish, brews a tempestous whirlwind.
Torches brought to life,
roaring ******* flames of justice
Torture’s a friendly foe,
the time for lamenting has been extinguished.
Directing their stubby fingers, master of guile,
stroking their overgrown stomach
“Leech the Swines!
Bury their bodies, all but their sham crown
Garlands of heads, draped on my wall.”
A source of warmth for the winter’s plight, A trophy
triumphing the seeds of abeyance
Desolating fate is sealed by this stern decree.
Free hand-reading; not requiring an oracle.
“Am I not a benevolent King?”
**** out the roots.
One by one,
**** out the roots of evil.
For the root of all evil is good.
The peasants thin and scrawny.
Hunger, their morning advocate and evening lover-
Lusting to sink their teeth in to Pride.
The Nobel robed in mulberry silk
making love to a ********** pastry, birthed by a coinless *******
Ascended into the abyssal inner circle of Hell
Those armoured with royal blood adorned in leather costumes
-vagrants cannot discriminate-
slaughtered while Mercy slumbers.
**** the aristocrats, for they are selfish!
The abolishment of poverty, the bane of the Monarchical eradication
A diabolical scheme!
Says the soulless estranged with peace.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
when asked to introduce myself,
the response is protocol:
my name, my age, or where i'm from,
friends and family know it all.
when asked to talk about myself,
some things don't come to mind.
sure, you'll know my favorite foods,
but i'll leave my country behind.
i have friends from around the world,
who take pride in their homeland.
but one thing you won't hear me say-
"i'm proud to be american".
what comes to mind when one hears "america"?
mcdonald's and walmart and guns?
what about slavery, racism, genocide?
i guess that's how history runs.
i'm lucky to have my freedoms,
i'm lucky to have my rights.
but with this "american privilage",
set the stage for continual fights.
we fight against one another,
which breaks down our unity.
as americans, it is our job to think:
"what does 'american' mean to me?".
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 1:48 AM UTC
I feel privileged to know that you snore.
And that if
I nudge your cheek with my nose
You stop
And squeeze me close -
Crack my spine
And I love that feeling.
And the best thing is
That you don't even know you give me chills.
It takes a talented soul to thrill me when sleeping.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
She allowed the sun to kiss her ankles
But her face remained a privilage of the air
As her features illuminated in the sunlight
And the opulent gold shown through her hair
In the aftermath it was clear that her calculations had been correct
The forgiving wind massaged her skin and gave her the peace to reflect
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC