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Why must everything I say taken so seriously?
Through one sided perceptions
Twisting the words, you hear from me
Over analyzed exaggerated & out of context
Manipulating my speech
Have you not realized yet
That I’ll write whatever comes to my mind
At a particular moment or at that specific time
It doesn’t mean that it’s my philosophy
Just that I had the thought
An I wrote when it came to me
I’ll concoct a rhyme just to invoke a feeling
Or to define my life an give it more meaning
I’ll keep a line just because I think its cute
Or for its crucial truth that’s impossible to refute..
Heretic
For what is it exactly that I am disliked?
Is it for my honesty & blunt thinking?
Or for my words & the ways that I am speaking?
Is it for my religious beliefs or lack of faith there of?
Or for my tempered heart from lack of love?
Is it my ways & thoughts & my opinions being wrought
Or for my honor & the fierceness in which I've fought?
Telling me "You often fight for the wrong reasons!"
But wrong to who? Whom am I appeasing?
I figured few would understand such frank freethinking.
With these mindless masses marching to the drum,
Zombies morphed from people that succumb.
To being brainwashed fanatics, that are trained like dogs,
Disillusioned & lost in swamps & bogs.
Being…
So caged, so confined, so small minded.
Just search for the truth, in time you’ll find it.
The answers are all there, waiting to be taken
& all will hear your heartbreaking
When you learn you were mistaken
You must,
Search your soul, to know thy self,
Embrace intellect, to earn true wealth.
Be lead by your logic & your will.
Our Rights & wrongs are known by us still.
So really,
Do you need to be told it's wrong to kill?
Who doesn't know they shouldn’t steal?
Well my conscience told me to write this poem,
Before all realists were left in ruin.
S.M. Hall 2003
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