Not Again...  

BUSHWACKER69X2 50M
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3/22/2006 8:34 pm

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3/22/2006 8:38 pm

Not Again...


I sometimes wonder if the internet is not the vengeful aggravation rather than the ultimate connection. I see all kinds of stuff on it and wonder where it all comes from...and I realized it comes from one thing...the human mind. Without our thoughts and ingenuity the internet would not be. Without our minds, our thoughts and ingenuity would not be.

I walk through this life looking about and wondering about what in the phuck is really going on? I see hurt and anquish on every corner and I try to brush them aside. I see a bum standing off the exit ramp who has a sign "Will Work For Food" and dirty clothes. At the same time he is looking for a handout, he has a pocket full on money he has panhandled with his sign and dirty clothes. Then he is walking to the dopehouse looking for a fix. He lives under the bridge and pushes his life in a shopping cart.

Then I see the new mother, struggling with a new born child in her arms, barely out of the hospital and stretching to make ends meet, loving her child with all she has.

Then I see the scruffy looking dog prowling my neighborhood...looking for a scrap to fill his belly when he curls up under a porch to wait out the cold night. His life is a dirty coat of hair matted against him. It is all he knows and he is happy with it.

Then I see two robins scouring the yard for food and twigs as they begin building a nest where they will spend their summer raising a family...only to leave them in the fall never to be seen again.

Today is my son's birthday...yet he hasn't called or written me...he only tells his sister to remind me of the day.

I wonder why all of this occurs in a society that fails to see the doubling of fuel prices to fund a war that is tearing another country and people apart in the name of Democracy.

Out of all of this I try to find an inspiration to write of...and I can't. So I will do something I have never done before. I will post someone else's words...

No one knows what itís like---To be the bad man
To be the sad man---Behind blue eyes

And no one knows what itís like---To be hated
To be fated---To telling only lies

But my dreamsÖthey arenít as empty---As my conscience seems to be
I have hoursÖonly lonely---My love is vengeance thatís never free

No one know what itís like---To feel these feelings
Like I do---And I blame you

No one bites back as hard---from their anger
None of my pain will---can show through

But my dreamsÖ they arenít as empty---As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely---My love is vengeance thatís never free

No one knows what itís like---To be mistreated
To be defeated---Behind blue eyes

And no one knows how to say---That theyíre sorry
And donít worry---Iíll not tell them lies

But my dreams they arenít as empty---As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely---My love is vengeance thatís never free

No one knows what itís likeÖTo be the bad man
To be the sad manÖBehind blue eyes

3-22-06 10:30pm

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