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Never give into transition, whatever the headset
By : Andrew ‘Smazogz/BigPoppaSmaz’
My house seems somehow quiet and overly large
With many hours of solitude in between
When the pitter patter of your feet and the
Choric ‘Daddy’, ‘Daddy’, from your lips have echoed into memoir silence
I now have to slot back into entertaining myself again
It is a difficult task which leaves me upset underneath
A pointless silence
A dormant mid-flow
Lost in my thoughts
Discontent with myself
Looking back the cards I dealt
Were unfairly stacked
I was a machine incapable of showing love or affection
Now I pay with a joker either side
I don’t want to feel like this but I do
I feel like a stupid, ill tempered little fool
With my dreams walking to and fro
Both with and without me
A passage in my mind becomes my entire mind
I don’t want to close the door
Or to turn over a page
Or start reading a new book altogether
So here I exist in a state of unseen limbo
Getting older and balder
Never really forgiving myself for when I went wrong
I just have to accept this feeling is part of me.
But in the meantime my sitting here feeling sorry for myself is far from constructive
So without turning a page, finding a new book or closing any doors
I instead divert, just slightly, my capsule of emotion
So as to indulge in my favorite pastimes
Such a poetry, music and art
The gifts I’ve always enjoyed most, right from my very start
Like you my son, my wondrous sunbeam
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No winners, No losers
In the race
Do any of us know our place
In the race
Does anybody even notice your face
In the race
Running all over this place
Winning is everything
Proving you are the best
Winning is everything
No one else is as good as you
Winning is everything
But the loser wins the same prize as the winner
Heaven bound, hell bound
Outer bodied spirits cook your dinner
For your medal
You are deemed as a sinner
Needing to prove you are better than everyone else
Shows that something is lacking in you
Finishing last in a race
At least you can say that you ran in the first place
Races, racing
A mistruth you are facing
In a perfect race
Everyone would finish together
No gold, silver, relegation or bronze
We don't need medals, the faces we wear and the bodies we drape in clothes are our medals
In the race
For the colour of our skin
In the race
Religion seals your fate
In the race
Preordanity always wins
In the race
There are no first place pedestals
So don't get in a strop when things aren't going well
Don't bother praying to God 'cos you'll only end up in hell
Its all a fabrication of evolution - can't you tell
We are all atomic hunks of debris under the same vizier's spell
So shake the hand of the man or woman who finished before you
Congratulate them in their victory then to them this poem tell
Let them realise for all their medallions
They have just as much or as little as you
Don't sit behind a wall of rejection
Speak your mind - try to stand out - like a giant erection
Because there is no law, there is no justice, there is no God
There is just us
All of us
As for racing with other races to defeat
Surely that doesn't make us complete
To the contrary in my mind
Give the loser just as much accreditation as the winner
The odds behind all the humanistic bullshit - is just the same
© Andy Smazogz in around 10 minutes - Thu
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