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"Game (--Roulette Reality--)"
  by ...Da Futurist Fort...


(This is on some contemplative metaphoric anguish so its cool if you don't follow)



the game deals a sour taste
symbolizing strained bitterness

depression drapes

never escapes
heavier than humidity

its stifling

I’m choking
its damn serious

detached --can’t be proactive
to unseen occurrences
the natural act is to adapt
--be reactive--

what if it’s a pre-made cage
& we’re all experiments in the home high economy

held captive

what’s the reward --seemingly worthless
I’m so disgusted
I’m absent of discussion
--I’m speechless--

looming frustration my surface is so displaced
I can’t retrace the origin of my weakness

tired of swallowing hard rocks so much
my gut churns like a enormous gravel pit

how many hard knocks have to fracture a nose
sometimes the cheap blows
can’t be saved with a priceless facelift

compelled to slip through the intervals of tough times
wishing time was an endless loop
so one could have to the ability to regress

--change a mind--
--change a step--
--alter a decision--

but changing the past
re-stitches the present gene condition

in essence some events I want to keep
other decisions I wouldn’t mind missing

--listen--

my soul is trying to find the shining bright light of sensible relevance
when darkness covers thoughts
common sense slumbers under blankets of ego-driven intelligence

no clear cut answers just useless combinations
speeches are pronounced pollution

hmm cash for clunkers

honestly
I’m still wondering is that a brilliant solution

--can we corner the job market--

corporate capitalism is nothing to be saluting

just submitting to age old flaws
following monotonous patterns

--its the mammal maze --the rat race--

the American dream ---no I’m a realist
don’t sell me a sliced pie

educate me on how to bake

we gamble during stormy days
nothing new under the sun
cumulus thunder displays my rage

my veins strain
were my accomplishments an illusion to futile conclusions-chained
achieved in vain

this goes deeper
I imagine reforming my physicality

not just my plain inherited name

miles down stomach pains
muscles constrict refusing to un-tighten

where my body feels liquefied through a siphon

look man tunnel vision has my ideas stagnant
damn no style

its irate rhythm just free writing

alleviating my chest staring at bottomless ceilings
mentality unpeeling my sheltered sanity
attempting to find the fairness

but my focus adjusts to the carelessness of a periled humanity

incarcerated in a sick game
convoluted prosperity

don’t believe in the paper called degrees
perhaps to crack the strategy
it may take a masters or even the higher attainment of PHD’s

I’m a stranger to the gamer reality

--maybe its reversed--
--maybe I have to lose so much first--

to gain a piece of so longed for victory
that it just keeps evading my fingers

so I get a grip

climbing the mountain of madness
reaching the apex
but the peak is simply false trip

4 bare walls unbearably closing in
seemingly evident --yet so transparently thin
--this warped world spins--
exhausted patience for my successful chance to roll the dice

its roulette reality

--tired of crapping out again--

see this is not pity prose
actually
creative clever poetry (froze) months ago

--permanent hiatus--

presently penned passion is forever flavorless
I’m scribbling wisdom just for the homeostasis of wits

numbness emits through my fingertips
so it’s cool if you’re confused

or you just don’t feel this

alright I want my admission back
I’m fed up with the fun house

--show me the emergency exit--

anger hits stress points tip
surviving debts paycheck to paycheck

its gangrene ‘dollar sign adversities’

I’m an atheist to lady luck

life is a 50/50 lottery
I’m forced to play daily
that bitch demands ‘pay up sucker’
she still wants 5 bucks from me

it sucks see

some say
‘hey grab the rotten fruits of labor let’s savor some lemonade’

--right--
but since when was I left with one good lemon

just unfiltered tap water
I’m drowning in the shower
keeping my head up

there’s no life preserver
& I don’t give a damn about recreational swimming

---I just want to know whose cashing in & winning---

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Date Submitted: Aug 14, 2009 (02:43 PM)
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comment icon  COMMENTS (3)
  big josh
08/27/09 (10:16 PM) 
this was nice man

  THE GOD WAR-CL...
08/16/09 (09:28 PM) 
Most powerful masterpiece as one dig into the reality of this thing called life. Sometimes or even often. It feels like the Amerikkkan dream is just nothing more than a nonstop hellish nightmare. All I can say is this is super superb indeed fam. Much respect............

  Soul Lyrikal
08/14/09 (03:47 PM) 
Russian Roulette Reality hits the U.S. today!!!...shit this is why I be up at night and sleep in the day...tired of making a way when there never really was one...just psychin myself out for so many years, with education, busting my ass training idiots that would in turn take Management over me!! I got so many lines to quote from this my ass is speechless!!!

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