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Forever Wild version 3
I resign from the human race.
Today I heard about some baby tigers. Sweet perfect little felines too young to go off their mother's milk. They were piled up like garbage, just frozen, and forgotten. Starved to death and tossed aside, furry precious with lonely gas grimaces death in suspended waiting unloved in an icy steel grave.
No one cared to look inside this place,private property unviolated, because no one really cared about their lives to risk the wrath of a bully unjustified. Apathy is the civilized way to love. Stifle the empathy for convenience's sake, silence the cries and cover up the mess and deny the evidence of injustice, the voices of abuses and pain,the asshole must be exonerated,at all costs lest the truth be heard and the money lost.When life is made into a game of profit and legality,What is most precious in life is crushed so easily. A living noble spirit becomes a commodity.
I can't stand it. I want to escape this sickness called society. And throw away my own humanity,and let my spirit roar..
One look into tiger's eyes as the tiger gazed back... that day, my heart was forever wild.A sacred gift for me from a tiger divine.This tiger was just spectacle a show,a hidden thing inside a cage nobody wanted to know.. Brother tiger eyes touched me through the chain link fence, and the bars dissapeared. I saw my own soul ,A tiger divine in the cage.. And my tears burned like acid as they ran down my face.
Walking down an asphalt road, cars whiz by. So unaware, stereo drowning out the birdsongs. Tin cans of humanity so full of itself hurrying to a day they can't stand, hearts empty,persuing,exhausted on time, under threat. Because this is how we are taught to live,assuming there is no other way.
CNN brings today's tragedy home . Another grande sanitized spectacle. Another murder,another abused kid,another war,genocide..Why? Is it the way we are forced to live in a world where integrity is dead because it makes no money for the economy.
I still long for a warm summer day that doesn't end with despair. Another pill to make me sleep,and I can say no, too paralyzed as my choices are negated by control freaks "for my own good" lest they be shaken out of thier trance feeling my dispair from outside the dream of everything is fine.
They tell me I am crazy, a danger to myself and others. And I torture no one,rape no one,I kill no human being. I want to bite their throats out though. Because I am wild. I fight thier control becauseI know myself well enough to know I would die in a cage of their making.
But the grass still is green amongst the cigarette butts, Big Mac wrappers and styrofoam cups. It's Earth day,again proving Humanity CARES so much . The stench of oil drifts up from the steamy tarmac, a dead crow lies nearby,feathers falling from the bones,face locked in open beak scream,because he knows I know what injustice is.
Cows still go streaming by the millions down the Ultramarine chute, A stun to the head with no way out.@4 hours a day everyday they die as thier Spongiform vengance finds it's way into brains, mad consumption rends..the fabric of thought,torn apart long ago by the love of money.
The anemic matted tangle of trees in the median strip are permanently bent sideways by wind that never stops. They beckon to me . as 500 miles away I realize Another chicken's beak is unceremoniously torn away to protect the greedy human hands taking her eggs away everyday. soon,dinner is ready with broken wings. And a disabled child is abandoned,by mother druggie for the state to raise her because greedy mother wanted her drugs and a 'normal' child she wouldn't feel ashamed of in public because she is taught she cannot dare to love an imperfect body with medical liabilities.
I shiver, frost touches my skin.
I step past the signs, warning me to keep out. Trespassers will be prosecuted then electrocuted.laugh. A young child cries for father but he's dead, the child realizes his arms are gone.The red sand is the last thing he remembers,buried in his own home with his fathers dead body on top of him.Bush swaggers on Tv with a overstuffed crotch ridiculous ,victorious only in his own mind. Meanwhile flowers dusty bow their heads as tanks roll in, a small cat runs for her life,dwarfed by the turret and chains her pounding heart,she scrambles away unseen by the driver of the machine.A photographer in the chaos managed to record a cat fleeting in front of the tank, tiny god in a cloud of dust. War is psychotic symphony for death to dance to. To make the power parasites that have no want, feel stronger than the ones fighting to exist. It is "normal" unavoidable human nature,so they say..
All bodies will not stop screaming when oppression settles in. The mines go off in secret places, in the nice homes with a tyrant in every kitchen,and the black eye meets max factor foundation. Bombs triggered by feet unawares, sending shrapnel into flesh Random and capricious like his fathers' fists the day before. My tears freeze into sharp lump of ice that cannot be swallowed.The rusty barbed wire marking loveless territory thrums it's protest as I step over the wire, ... I ignore it. The air smells like honeysuckle ... and formaldehyde.
Running away from a world built on pain, The destroyers chase me into corner like a hunter armed with a GPS and a vial of anectine. It wants me disaplined,the bully shows me how to"suceed, the parent cocerces me to fit in and the job wants to give the love of aquiring things that takes until there is no more. But I'm gone again like a shooting star, no one sees me go...The leather cuffs make my feet go numb,my hands are lavender.Drowning in red razor screams,that have since turned into scars..There is no refuge for my kind, in this make-believe mind.Lost in this concrete hell ,people still demand frightful good manners from me.Why do I dare not cut myself out of here? It's harder to kill yourself than you would think. I offend then condescend, Prozac anyone? Doctors drug of choice to ignore your own desperate longing for life beyond the cage door.
The sky is lit afire, thunder rumbles overhead I think the sun is in my hand The clouds paint one last strange masterpiece I can't let myself understand.My species so steeped in abuse, delusion,hubris,lies and poison,I am helplessly awake.They will not stop this game until they win or destroy everything.They will not let me leave this dream of thiers because they won't wake up!
The chains fall off my brain and the freezer door is unlocked,the secrets tumble out, CNN is there on the scene...Through the phosphor tube,I see ,tears in my eyes.Again I find myself gazing sad frozen feline eyes,my eyes. Velvety young paws clutching nothing butlove abandoned,innocence murdered. Tigers without life up for sale, DOA for the rush for aquisition's sake they die. I cry at the TV who does not hear me,screaming at the enchanted lies.Roaring inside like a tiger made of fire invisible to all,my heart rages to itself in my livingroom.I type a binary mystery code.Words are too limited to break the spell.
To all who would care,I want to caress their hearts with flame. A tiger divine that will not be captured, even while walking inside the cage . Walking an exodus left in the cold.I call out for you,to find courage to find your divine face..I bet it shines like the sun let me bask in your new found warmth. I will cover you with my wings to protect you from the coldness inside and we can walk out of this prison together.
—Underground Panther in the Sky...
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