I am a volcano
filled with fire
bubbling rage
total disgust
history means nothing
future even less
only the moment
and all that I can steal
give me power
mighty power
control of man
I am on top
I need no support
I need nothing from you
I have taken all you had
you are now meaningless
I control you
I hold your rights
I give and take
you have nothing
You thought I was for you?
to support and care for you?
that I should listen to you?
you are ignorant and naive
lift up your voice
I will not hear it
shake your fists
I will not see you
You created me and gave life
but I have outgrown you
you think to contain me
yet I am bigger than you
Surrender hope
accept your place
service to the creation
you thought would serve you
I am GOVERNMENT
you are the masses
fodder to feed my hunger
meaningless beyond that
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
I hear music in my head to this one and sang it immediately. This one will end up being a keeper beyond the year's time, I feel assured. All of the 365 may need editing, yes, but gems, germs, and stars seem evident.
ReplyDeletegreat imagery.. passion.. everything a poem should have in my opinion. I like this one.
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