Who Goes There?

 

     So what do you do

When you’re a racing car driver

Without the car?

     What then do you do

To occupy the time and

How do you set your goals?

     I guess, like me

You lose your marbles

As you try to comprehend

The life ‘they’ laugh at you for -

And it’s no joke really,

For, how do you become

A wordsmith when you’re education -

Has only the merits of

One word syllables and it’s like,

How can you truly express yourself;

When they’ve taken all the tools?

 

     I am losing all my friends;

From the military to beyond

And even those I’ve known as crook,

     They’re all giving

This negative a man

A big wide berth -

And finding little worth

Within the words written

Through pain and mirth

And I guess there’s no worth

In finding out

The Human Race

Are a bunch of

Nasty Little Shits

But that’s the skit

In whom we are and whom

We’ve been,

     And I can see

The many groups huddled

Together not to

Gain the warmth;

But for fear of being targeted

By others –

And if only,

We came together as

Just the one group

Of beings

Whose leanings venture

Further than war

And all its gory details,

     For that’s how it is,

That’s the making of epics

We all aspire to step into,

We all wanna be that epic

At the epicentre of life,

     Alas

Alas and fair do’s copper,

You’ve robbed another

For having sense of heart,

For having admitted through

Love and fear

He’s just as gentle

As the rest,-

And I forgive anyone

Who comes to Earth

And says

They can really

Make ‘that’ difference

Between how to

Fight, and peace,

For in truth

Our only release be the

Death we write

So many words

Of wisdom but never

Realize each meaning

And it’s freedom

That we’re screaming

As God dictates each

Executive decision,

 

     One small chance

To have a crack at life,

One small chance

Of giving life in turn

Declaring you’re the one

Within a million,

     One small chance

And then it’s done!

     Yet it’s

One more round

Of ale down the pub

As you try so desperately

To fit in with the rub,

     And we’re all the same,

We’re all perplexed

As each other

From sister to mother

Father son daughter

Brother,

We’re all hankering

For another chance

To state our cause

Believing

This life is never lived

At all,

     Stating

As if it means

The difference between

‘Our’ Good and Evil,

     And we all have our own

Suspicions metaphors

Analogies and reasons

And we shout them out

Like no-ones listening at all,

     But the truth,

The truth in losing friends

From the military and beyond,

The truth of losing faculty of

Life as you struggle

With the dearest

Forms of expression,

(no matter how educated you be);

     Is that we are all

Just as fragile as each other,

We all love this world

Like no other Planet spins,

But none can fathom meaning

In our relationship with death,

     For we’re killing once again,

We’re starving

And dying down in

Hell, we’ve got more than

Plagues we’ve got

The very Death of Planet Earth herself,

     And like the death throes

Of a victim crying out her name,

Each one of us

Going crazy

Upon the point of

Expiration;

We have the sudden

Catharsis

Through tears of sorrow,

That anger here

Be the only entity

We claim,

     And it’s the easiest

Emotion to express

Without the need for

Explanation or redress,

And before we’ve

Learned to show

Compassion

In rage we’re quite adept,

Because it comes

More naturally and readily

Than love,

     And if all each

People knew

Just how duped we are

For believing basic

Senses – rule this world,

We may yet change

Our own behaviours

To a better frame of heart,

     But until then,

I am losing all my friends

From the military and beyond,

Just because of telling truths

That each of us

Find difficulty to comprehend,

     And I have never really belonged,

Never really spent my time

In fringe groups of in crowds

Because,

     As much as people think

I hate this world;

Anyone who’s lived here,

Gains my compassion and my heart,

As alone into this world we’re born,

Alone we also die,

It’s hard upon

Us all from the

Naïve to the wise,

Each day we’re battling

Danger just

To keep ourselves alive,

Each day

We’re shouting out

Our very own redress,

For if we’d had a choice,

The world

We’d want create,

Wouldn’t be this

Purgatory that we share,

     For the way

We’re caged within

The universe

Makes animal of us all!

 

     Baring my teeth in

Public,

Now merely serves

To stifle back the tears

For what we’ve all become,

But until it’s done,

You’ll always

Be my brethren,-

And a friend.

 

 

Michael J Waite 7th August 2014.