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Date Posted: 6/12/04 11:30pm
Author: Anonymous
Subject: Frame Of Heart

After a certain age we all race around chasing the riches. Not making time time to erase generational glitches in the matrix of civilization. Wasting 95% of waking exsistance striving for wages and ways to distract each other. Seeking escape from the nagging mother. Screamin at yer kids "You're a BASTARD or BITCH so don't ask for supper!!!" See, I couldn't explain if the glamerous upper class suffers such atrocities. Because I come from poverty n got my own problems to bother me. To cross that breach would take another Aristotle or Socrates. As long as they dwelt on the streets fer weeks with nothin but chalk to eat. Quite possibly then the monetary tension would end. Men would be MEN, bred to defend family and friends. How can we depend on destitute dead beat dads to provide, an example of how to be a master of life? Mine could've had cancer n died already time after time. And I'd never get a chance at goodbye. BE DAMNED IF I'LL CRY! MAYBE a passionate sigh is all that I'd have for the guy. Plus a rag to wipe my hands, the bloody track n the knife!!

THAT ANGER!!!!

I trapped it inside fascinated by the shackles of lies. A Dark Beast scratchin at the cracks in its hide. I had to decide the right path of action at nine, so I saddled that manic animal n sat on its back for the ride. I need to ask myself why, AND DAMN IT I'VE TRIED!!! Reach my hands to the sky but ashamed to bring my baggage to light. And thus the past acts as a binding strap for my pride...

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