i thought i'd post this poem i made 2 years ago. it was 3/24/03 shortly after the iraq war started. its called WW3. its not organized very well..
its below the fold..
WW3
I really wanted to walk today. I wanted to see the times. But instead I stayed inside. They say struggle finds you the meaning of life and I felt so confused between two forces, that I decided I'd not face the day.
These opposing forces are analogous to the contingents of a duopoly; like yin and yang, like black and white with one wanting me to solidify and turn hopeless of there being another choice and the other that wants me to remain open and reach for old nostalgia and good times.
Both of them tell me the other is wrong and that only one of them is the correct way. One embodies simplicity and the other complexity. Everything is turning into a cloudy hazy mess as each force battles for its own purported territory of my mind.
They both are convincing in their own way but it seems the war they create destroys prosperity, creativity and inspiration for those who lie in its wake: like me.
There is no codified reserved space of neutrality or questioning as all resources are expensed in ways that it eventually leaves those still conscious in a hallowing disillusionment with the fracturing of the will occurring because the substance of life is drained...
Basically this constant antagonism is draining on both sides and leaves no room for sanity or endurance to procure its ultimately diminuitive strength to save.
The question `where do we go from here?' enters into the mainstream consciousness at some point on both sides as the war has brought on such destruction that it should stop because there is nothing left to fight for but thoughts and ideology.
There is a choice to be made here: does the fight continue on and bring the ultimate decimation of this version of the evolutionary cycle to failure all because there was a misperception of reality? or does it end, we rejoice and understand the only way to coexist is to live in our balance created between each other?
And this question is at the point of infinity and the definition of all things. To accept or deny.
"Speaking the Truth in times of universal deceit is a revolutionary act" -George Orwell