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WHATEVER FOR THE UPLIFT
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JOURNAL # 41 it truly surprises me
the terrifying darkness
that roams the hallways
of some people's minds
how from the bowels
of one's most degenerate thoughts
one can spew so much
derelict hate
and utter indifference
for life
and the beauty from such
living that is wrought
and then audaciously
label such spew as poetry
if so
then why not choose
to share
some terrorist activity
is like if one
could see into another person's mind
imagine the darkness he would experience
it would be like walking around as if
in a living night mare
pulling a rusty knife
from a gaping wound festering with gangrene
and black goop gurgling out and onto your
own feet
such sharing perhaps for the writer is
therapeutic
their mind's own methadone clinic
suicide for me is not matter of
mere option nor fact
it's hardly something that just happens
so deal with it
it's sadness beyond repair
it's ones complete desperation
seeping through the cracks
culminating into
an abrupt ending that never should have
been given more fuel to out burn its source
a deep inner pain that was so searing
and neglected
that the vehicle to a life worth living
felt it must alter its course
but death is no real option
it's a cry for help that falls into flames
knowing only after the fact
that then it's just too late
so if you can
step back from those edges
you play with
life is what you make of it
it matters not what happens to us
but rather how we react to whatever
it is that does happen to us
whatever it takes,
to pull you back from those edges
I beg you
just do it
your life's natural plan will thank you...........
(Aug. 31, 2011 1143am)
