NOT THE TIME....
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NOT THE TIME....
Here's the link to it:
http://www.originalpoetry.com/now-is-not-the-time
NOW IS NOT THE TIME….
Now is not the time for poetry-
Now is not the time
For speaking with words refined
When my soul is bleeding
And I want to scream obscenities…
Now is not the time
To string pearl necklaces of words in rhyme,
When crushed by the harsh reality
Of the daily struggle to survive.
It’s a cruel and cold world out there
And it’s pulling me down under water,
While I want to scream and swear,
While I struggle to breathe, gasping for air,
The vortex is pulling me deeper still…
And the only way out is a little white pill…
The vultures circle above me in the sky,
Scavengers and predators chase me non-stop-
They want to eat my flesh and drink my blood
And tear me to pieces…
A pack of wolves want to gnaw at my every bone,
And to have a feast with flesh and feces
Until the break of dawn…
Now is not the time for poetry,
But it’s the time to get high
And drink Bacardi- coke to the last drop…
And when I wake up tomorrow around noon
I hope the nightmare would be gone-
Scavengers and predators
And poisonous black snakes-
They can’t scare me no more
Because I know I’ve got what it takes
To fight a battle that will end soon
And Then
Victory will be mine to claim
If I keep my eye on the aim!
March 11 2010
ZND
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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.