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pluralrunning away
full bore
no past
no future
just now
its all i can handle
and
even that's a stretch
oblivion suits me best
my soul
its safety
even i am untrustworthy
in its keeping
haven't known
what to
say
feel
think
love
hate
live
die
i want to kill
indiscriminately
arrange the bodies
into my own
message
a macabre prayer
to god
two words
seven letters
fuck you
blind sided yet again
of course i shouldn't be surprised
those i love
have a survival rate
only slightly better
than contracting Ebola
today i understand genocide
but even that seems inadequate
for my loathing, my rage
fuck it
i wanna take everyone out
636274
my grandfather had numbers
like those tattooed on his arm
wish i could remember what they were
would like to share
his tattoo
a constant reminder of
what we humans
are worth
but i suppose
i meant this as a tribute
to the most recent additions
to my ever growing list
of those who have gone before
i got the call
Sunday evening
on my way to a cocktail party
a friend [a brother] is dead
his three year old son
in critical condition
casualties
of living in the green zone
and
guilty of coming home
what god makes bullets
that rend child flesh?
the father was buried
Monday
his son
laid beside him
only a few hours ago
my grief turned impotent rage
everything i do seems
so meaningless
and the act of living
[normally]
seems disrespectful
most useful
advice i have ever received
breathe in
breathe out
repeat until it feels natural
i am still waiting
for that last part
full bore
no past
no future
just now
its all i can handle
and
even that's a stretch
oblivion suits me best
my soul
its safety
even i am untrustworthy
in its keeping
haven't known
what to
say
feel
think
love
hate
live
die
i want to kill
indiscriminately
arrange the bodies
into my own
message
a macabre prayer
to god
two words
seven letters
fuck you
blind sided yet again
of course i shouldn't be surprised
those i love
have a survival rate
only slightly better
than contracting Ebola
today i understand genocide
but even that seems inadequate
for my loathing, my rage
fuck it
i wanna take everyone out
636274
my grandfather had numbers
like those tattooed on his arm
wish i could remember what they were
would like to share
his tattoo
a constant reminder of
what we humans
are worth
but i suppose
i meant this as a tribute
to the most recent additions
to my ever growing list
of those who have gone before
i got the call
Sunday evening
on my way to a cocktail party
a friend [a brother] is dead
his three year old son
in critical condition
casualties
of living in the green zone
and
guilty of coming home
what god makes bullets
that rend child flesh?
the father was buried
Monday
his son
laid beside him
only a few hours ago
my grief turned impotent rage
everything i do seems
so meaningless
and the act of living
[normally]
seems disrespectful
most useful
advice i have ever received
breathe in
breathe out
repeat until it feels natural
i am still waiting
for that last part
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Date: 2001-12-11 10:33 am (UTC)*mwa*
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Date: 2001-12-11 11:24 am (UTC)but there aren't
let the absence of them
speak for
itself
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Date: 2001-12-11 11:47 am (UTC)The Jews in Israel (and elsewhere) have never lived a peaceful existence. They have always had to die for their beliefs and holy land. Unfortunately children live with the parents that are fighting for the right to practise their religion in the holy land.
Breathing will not stop the bullets...tolerance will.
[I'm sure you can find out the number your grandfather had tattooed on his arm in the holocaust archives]
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Date: 2001-12-14 01:31 am (UTC)