Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
||||
Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 15:52:47 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 133778
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Survival Strategy
[time] => 2007-04-24 13:02:38
[hometext] => it's true
[bodytext] => we are the Rx Generation "Good News" is not in our vocabulary and we seem to have misplaced hope somewhere- here under all these legal papers and i have tried, don't tell me otherwise i have searched in my home home? home is where the heart is but i never seem to have a pulse when lying in my bed home is not here with the poetry covered walls and the alcoholic father home is not here with the bible thumbing mother don't you, don't you dare tell me about "My God", woman i have known you to use his name often in vain i know God is here, but i think he may have misplaced hope somewhere- here under all of his scattered sons and daughters falling for his name don't tell me i don't try..i have but, i'm just here trying to pass the time cause i don't know what the future holds but we haven't ever but i know there was hope back then when we knew one day we would find a suitable mate now i just pray i find one with his head on straight and not to be greedy, but maybe one with 2 out of 4 limbs still in place hope hope hope is just a word to string together our Survival Strategy i hope one day i won't have to walk through a sea of such idle faces and clouded eyes our energy gone ...where is that pink drum banging..bunny our lust for life amiss because baby please, i just need a fix my day has gone so wrong it's been so long since i've felt alive everyone is so concerned with the BIG PICTURE and i understand why but what about US? the petals that make up the flower the drops that make up the sea what about US? our heros are so far gone it's the blind leading the blind the clinically insane charging hourly to exchange piece of mind and thank you Baby Boomers, but screw your idea of help and security we found ways to sink in to our own "punk-***" minds and create a world a little less like hell a world where our Government our Leaders throw down their swords and say: "Why don't we just...chill" a place where the boy gets the girl..or the boy gets the boy and live happily ever after where we may die peacefully in our sleep a world where the news brings only good times but obviously it doesn't this time so pass me another beer i'll take whatever you got what'll make me feel good what'll **** me up we've done what we could our animal instinct this is our Survival Strategy numb discarded seeds on the washed up shore of "comforting dreams" we are all we've got and this rant wont end well but at least i am here to moan about it we're gonna die young but baby, you wont be alone maybe the farmers will remember US and plant US and nurture US so when it is time we can take over the family owned business for another so and so years and finally make it what it should have been or maybe we'll just be food for the birds either way we've been damned but don't worry honey about where it's all headed just hold my hand [comments] => 1 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 14 [informant] => moldwarp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
|