A Workin Poem

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    A Workin Poem

    Why do the losers become the abuser
    The abuse forcing them to be the victim and the accuser

    As they repeatedly rebel becoming more and more unreachable
    Their true senses are reduced and no longer reachable

    Of course they do not want to proceed alone
    And they wonder why their skin is never the right tone

    Yet many questions still remain
    The answers we must ordain
    In order to relieve past pain, preventing our souls from becoming so vein

    Just open that door to plant your feet upon that unknown floor
    For you will learn more by releasing your intelligence and allowing it to soar
    Release that lock, open your windows and just let it pour

    For within yourself you shall find the meaning
    To your life and your true being
    Please appreciate the good and bad within anything

    Appreciation is a motivation for tomorrow
    Proves to be more enlightening than sorrow
    This strength is something you cannot borrow

    It’s the enlightenment within
    You shall earn the power and endure here in
    While learning how to survive and win

    Part II

    Release that grip and refrain from fleeing
    For in that time you can find the mistake and the true meaning
    Of why you are here to live and die as a human being

    Life continues to be a complex dilemma
    By calling on your to cooperate and rebuke the enigma
    Notice there is a pattern that extends to a trilemma

    Minor situations you do perplex
    Throwing the true meaning out of context
    Focusing only on the big picture and what’s next

    As you play life as a game
    Continuously focusing on who is to blame
    You inevitably replace humanities’ pride with harmful shame

    Blowing out of proportion
    The actuality of satisfaction to the affects of abortion
    Blurring our sense of right to wrong with no limitation

    How then shall we learn to appreciate the truth?
    Legitimacy of devotion , honesty, and loyalty has been lost to our youth
    Our generation is the living proof

    This world has aged us before we even had the chance to choose
    To some it is now a game of win or lose
    While others timelessly worry of who and how to accuse and amuse

    Many may find the freedom
    Of true intelligence and wisdom
    Through understanding society’s emotional kingdom

    You maintain your own free will within this nation
    Realizing you live in a world of your own creation
    And yet you refuse to see the relation


    So be it, the choice is yours to stand up without the recourse
    The course of life is nature and its amazing force
    Forget and carry on without the remorse


    Words are the fountain from which wisdom emerges
    Resourceful are sounds of each word as they reverberate and emotion surges
    It is amazing what influences these words and how it encourages

    Experiences do not accentuate progression
    Analytical thinking may leave you with the wrong impression
    Sometimes it may even initiate the regression

    Slow down, take a breath and allow it to take effect
    Whether it may be good or bad it is better to reflect
    The art of self-control is something most cannot ever perfect

    It is all about time and how you use it
    Slowing down and appreciating every bit
    Not just abusing it whenever you see fit

    Living in the fast lane until the day you die
    Stop insisting that time passes you by
    When you toss it away without so much as a hello or goodbye

    The benefits can be endless
    If you are able to refrain from being too careless
    Only then shall you see time in all of its fairness

    As I see it we are individuals within one nation
    Who are increasingly consumed by one another and each reputation
    Why succumb to this alternation?

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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