This place will be for my "socially-unacceptable" poems
January 3, 2011
By Liza Z
Culture races through my head,
Be gone! I cry. It doesn’t listen.
I feel the urge to cleanse my head;
To throw it off in haste.
Did you believe? Do you see it now?
Through whose eyes are you fighting?
Through whose eyes are you glaring?
Through your eyes you are judging. Vindicate. Dictate. Your browser is an open slate. Is anybody really reading?
Do not judge or be judged,
Don’t think. Ignore it? I abhor it.
I want these questions answered.
By like the world, I just can’t. Force it?
Enforce it? Before this, I was naïve.
Naivety and nativity. Bravery and brevity.
Where is the wolf in the sheep skin?
Follow the trail- it’s bloody.
Bloody well right. Left or right?
Questions are so much bigger than that.
We have no rights; no born-to liberties.
So why do we hold opinions that will die?
Why do we talk to empty ears?
Is prayer the best way to calm our fears?
What do you think? That’s what I’ll think.
We think- but it’s not us thinking. I think…
I think, therefore I am. What a scam.
People in hospitals, trees, and sky.
Are they thinking about you and I?
Or plotting? Mezmerizing? Hypnotyzing?
If these thoughts aren’t mine, then who’s writing?
Synapses fire, and we throw thoughts in the fire.
Holy baptism water, douse our ideas.
What good is technology but to deliver evil?
What good is life but for success or failure?
Who is the judge you’ll answer to?
And what will He say to you?
Why is it my business?
Why should I be like Jesus?
They say the world needs us.
But the others won’t believe us.
They carve thoughts in our heads.
And we cartelize them with porn and drugs.
They take our souls like air-borne thugs.
Toxic, ruined, horrible deeds.
Who are you to perform them or think of these?
When was the line crossed, or have we crossed it?
We’ve tossed it, thrown it away: our innocence.
Now any day, any day now: we’ll come to understand. These thoughts can trouble and confuse.
These ideas can clutter and diffuse. But Jesus can take Your hand. Why not? You have everything to lose.