Through My Every Pore

Through My Every Pore

A Poem by Working Class Scarecrow



illusions....
illusions
truth or lies
relativity
duality
in disguise

there are better ways
there ARE better ways

and democracy means only 50.01 % in this place

better hope you aren't one of the 49.99 % ... or you're input is out.

majority rules... which means that the rest will have to live with it...

is that "fair"?  

whatever happened to "to each his own" and all that jazz?

freedom?

freedom from what, the need to think?

the desire for knowledge or truth...?     

Logic?

Rationality?

not when we've got the T.V. set on "Heavy Duty"

we don't have to go and see the world or do interesting things...

and I complain

should I shut my mouth and sit down and just be happy that I get to drink fresh water everyday...

while the homeless starve in the streets and freeze to death at night in the winter.

I can speak my mind and exercise my "freedom of speech" 

but it will only help if people are paying attention... 
and the ones pulling the strings know that all too well...


the american dream is just that

and the tv is the snooze button on your alarm.

what happened to a few months ago when everywhere I went I heard people shouting "WAKE UP!"

have they grown tired?

given up their mission?

deciding ... if you can't beat 'em join 'em?

we have within ourselves the potential for many great things...

and they know that ...

and when I say they in this context... I mean the ruling class.

the people behind the scenes that go unseen

I thought we wanted to pull back the curtains...
to pull the rug out from under them...
to crawl out from beneath the thumbs...

to show our strength together...

people power...
grass roots
grass roots


"they've got the guns, but we've got the numbers"

the future the future the future

and I still smoke cigarettes

and I'm still on the internet

and I'm still a participant


and so...

I will be leaving soon.

going to an island...

to witness the new earth in its infancy.

the sun will darken my skin.

the water will cleanse it.

I will turn the soil with my hands

and attempt to remember who i am

I will take nature in

through my every pore

I will fill my stomach  with the fruit of my labor

and I will return....

and I will be here...

and I will face these troubled times with a new perspective

a new power

© 2010 Working Class Scarecrow


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Very interesting.

I love the concept, and agree with pretty much everything you said. One thing though, the rythmn is off. Some parts it flows really smoothly and you start to get really into it, then it just breaks and (as a reader) your train of thought starts getting a bit shaky.

Honestly though, just try fix up the rythmn and it'll be perfect. Alternatively, if you feel that to change the rythmn would mean taking out some important things that you had to say, try rewrite this as an article.

Anyway, as I said, it really is very well written, very articulate and definately eye-opening.

Theo

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Very interesting.

I love the concept, and agree with pretty much everything you said. One thing though, the rythmn is off. Some parts it flows really smoothly and you start to get really into it, then it just breaks and (as a reader) your train of thought starts getting a bit shaky.

Honestly though, just try fix up the rythmn and it'll be perfect. Alternatively, if you feel that to change the rythmn would mean taking out some important things that you had to say, try rewrite this as an article.

Anyway, as I said, it really is very well written, very articulate and definately eye-opening.

Theo

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Working Class Scarecrow
Working Class Scarecrow

Portland, OR



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I'm a wannabe singer/songwriter with a heart of gold, I hope to get a book published within the next year or so. I want to travel the world writing and singing songs of hope and truth and freedom a.. more..

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