My Family Poem by Eric Cockrell
My Family
Rating: ★5.0
i dont have any more time
for the 'pretend to be',
the 'wanna be', ...
the jewelled hand,
the insulated mask,
the prideful, the apathetic....
the 'walk away joes'...
only the living, the bruised,
the wounded, the naked....
fighting, struggling, knocking....
standing up even when
they're too weak to go on....
my family!
Friday, September 2, 2011
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5/6/2024 6:48:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I hear you bro. It's the same everywhere. Our illusions got stripped away by life; but by golly- now we're really alive and not insulated by all the -isms cluttering everything up. I like the quote from Fight Club, 'F off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may..'- tyler Durden