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| A Witch Suicide |
| Sun 29th January, 2017 |
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We are born, we die
In between, we play the game and follow the rules
We are not guided we are controlled from that moment of birth
What if we don't want to play the game that so many do
Is suicide a way out of this game?
For many it is
But I choose to stay and play the stupid game
Sometimes I feel trapped in a place that demands so much
A place in existence where money matters, and we are divided into a class of how much we earn
Not how much we care but the status of being is how we are judged
How we conduct ourselves is an acceptance into society
We are sheep that follow unknowing of the ugly wolf that lurks in the shadows
We must be our own Sheppard and protect ourselves
A world where it is legal for a man to marry a man as long as he is called God, but by the same book, it is written a sin to do so
All gods invisible but the sun is not ... nor the moon
The earth we destroy as the game continues
The mind boggles and people would say depression because the game is not being played the way it should
Fuck the game
We have the choice but not the means
Because the means depends on wealth or stealth
This all adds up as greed
Dare to be different and be judged then burnt at the stake for being so
Voice an opinion and prey it makes sense to someone who knows where you are at
Stress is a test of strength and we are getting weaker
For the game is winning, and no matter what, or how we play, someone wins, but the question is who?
So it is alright to be different in my world ... my game -my rules-my life
I will be mutton dressed up as lamb
I will tell you to fuck off if you need it
I will comfort you in your hour of need
I will love you when you need it most
I will write words that don't make sense to most
I will paint blood and gore
I will paint
I will scream at four in the morning if it makes me feel better
I will dance naked in my home
I will cry when I want and laugh at the same time
I will get drunk cause I can
I will respect your wishes when no one else will
I will be a friend to all
I will feel hate but I cannot feel greed
I would rather hate than be greedy
I will face my fears and shit my pants
I will not marry
I will fuck you then eat you
I will dare to be different
Will I be famous?
Yes
In my world I rule
In my world I care
In my world all this will tear me apart
The caring the sharing the listening
But I will continue to give myself and continue to suffer
I will continue to listen because one day the birds chirping will only be a song on a disc
I will continue to be human and emotions apparent
I will continue to hate the game but play the cards and who knows who will win
It is all how you play-cliche'
And it is okay to throw the hand in if you want
In my world your choice is your advantage
And advantages are a privilege
A privilege is a right
A right is not consumed but a given opportunity
A right is a choice a decision befitting oneself
A right to say fuck you fuck the game
I will miss the people who did not want to play
The game just got too hard
Suicide is not selfish
It is a choice, a privilege, a right
No one can take that away
Your choice has died with you
I hope it is all worth it, because the game isn't
Happy ending?
All depends on the author all depends on the Sheppard
The sun shines.
All depends on how long we let it
Nature is not looking good
My Moi
By Suzi H West Australia 24/6/2010 (copyright)
I was kindly allowed to post this heart felt verse from a wonderful lady that the universe recently brought into my life.
I honor and respect you Suzi for sharing this with us.
Thank you. |
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