Intermission

Intermission 4/27/2012

Some people are real

And some are pretenders

But that is no surprise

Because it hasn't changed a thing

And it doesn’t matter now. 

Today is just another

Long uncomfortable pause

And a resting between events

Just a boring a useless filler

In an otherwise wasted day.

Wise men

Don’t need an explanation

Because they have seen it before

And they know the reason why.

It helps to know

Who you are

And where you are

In the middle

Of a long painful ending

All smashed up

And upside down.

Liars are not going to change

And that is a good thing

Because time is running out

For them and for us.

Where I am

No one tells the truth

So I learned long ago
Not to bother to ask.

If there ever was a way

To get the whole story wrong
This is where it would end
And this is how
It would feel.

I do not have words to describe
The long waits of life
Struggling through the days
And biding your time.

These are the days

When you can barely stand the strain
When everything around you
Is horrible and wrong.

I am no worse

Than I ever was
And I have grown
From the inside out.

But even though I learn

Life gets harder and harder
And nothing ever changes
Unless it gets worse.

These are the times

When the tail leads the head
An upside down kingdom
Of the dumb and the dead.

The loud, unruly and threatening

Are appeased in every way
No matter who may suffer
Rejection and exclusion.

For what is truth?

To the shallow and the vain
Nothing but an abstract
To be manipulated for advantage
Or turned around for gain.

And what is honor to the greedy?

Nothing but an outdated code
Only required occasionally
When the opportunity arises.

Character is not important

And integrity a joke
When all that matters
Is how it looks
And how it feels.

Who will break the silence?

And who will take the risk?
To tell the truth
Even if its ugly
And even if it hurts.

Who can be passionate and brave

And fearlessly take a stand
Against the polotics of extinction
Without retreat or apology.

People are either convenient

Or inconvenient
But I am irregular
And unconventional.

But I don’t need to be cured

And I don’t need to be labled
Pigeon holed in some demographic
To be played like a record
Over and over again.

And I don’t need a t-shirt

To tell you how I feel
Because my words are my own
Loud and clear.

I shall write the words

And anyone can read them
However they want
True enough to make a point
And heavy enough
To shake the earth.

In the worst of times

There is a greater need
For the courageous
Who will take it willingly
In the heart
Or in the head.

Whether it’s the end or the beginning

Now is a time for men
A time to stand up
And never give an inch.
 
You can pull a dolls head off
But it doesn’t change a thing
Because I am what I am
And I will not change a thing.

You can tear it up

Or you can burn it down
But in the end
The truth is evident
One way or another.

If you look

You will see
And if you listen
You will know.

The this could be the greatest

Or it could be the worst
Because even greatest victory
Is only an inch from defeat.
 
It is up to you
And it is up to me
Right here and right now
To stare into our souls
And decide who we are.