aware

I’m awake,

                                I vision a lotta projects

                                Filled with prospects

                                But benzes and Gucci lenses

                                Blur their optics

 

Starve your heart

Feed their pockets

 

                           Words flying fiercely from the subconscious

                           Briefly bringing back a new breed

                           Tired of this monotonous

                               

                           People, money, bullshit

                           We all equal, but is funny

                           We’re ashamed of the flag white            

                           Your man got killed but you doing his wife

                           I guess it isn’t that bad, right?

 

                           All these “masters”

                           Looking like experimental hamsters

                           Chasing for the wheel to stop

                           When will humans stop...?

                                      To kneel to pop. 

Author's Note

Raw intake, not cooked. The truth isn't medium rare

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is such a heartfelt piece .Your words pound out their message.Well penned .

[Blue]

I'm filled with a myriad of emotions as I read this: anger, frustration, pity... There's a lot of truth in here.

[redflutterby]

Starve your heart
Feed their pockets

Truth here!! We lose the best part of ourselves in the pursuit of fame and material things. And the your note is all that needs to be said...the truth isn't pretty sometimes!!

[Anna Blackburn]

This is a good poem, but may need a grammatical look through.

[wordman]

sounds like the deer hunter

[Kleio13]

" I vision a lotta projects

Filled with prospects

But benzes and Gucci lenses

Blur their optics". Damn damn damn. Your'e so right

[prachi prangya agasti]

strong, critical and nicely played with words...

[Dayran]

A man playing center court in Wimbledon faces a lot of pressure ... but it should not take away from him the joy of the game. A McEnroe may scream obscenities ... and draw the attention of the crowd ... but he must ensure he doesn't lose his winning form.

There's nothing wrong with raw ... if its served as sushi. An appetizing poem.

[Ohhhwillow]

I appreciate the musings in this piece, you have a strong voice, and stubborn opinions. Much respect runs with these words friend. My one remark - one to be taken lightly for everyone has their preferences - would be that the modern informality may loosen the degree to which this lovely piece is endured by the reader. Perhaps it is my British stylisation, however the 'lotta' as 'lot of' for example, would create a much more eloquent piece.. Anyway, I think you have a lot of potential, and I say keep writing!