Reflections of the Past – Money or Freedom

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES

“The First Rays of Sunlight” – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA – Cairn of stacked stones on Nine Mile Run… I like building these stacks because they require me to zone out… To me… This is meditation… I can’t wait for it to warm up enough for me to return… Maybe then my positive poetry will again outnumber the negative…

The following poem contains a bit of vulgar language… If there is even a slight chance that will offend you… Move along… This poem is not for you…

We are reflections of those we have met in the past…
We are nothing more than mirrors…
We are love… We are hate…
We get classified based on our mental state…
Classification is the mark of the beast…
Governments say comply while they fucking feast…
Non-profits say give while they get retreats…
Take massive pay checks while volunteers clean the streets…
There has to be a better way than this…
Drug abuse is rampant the streets are filled with whores…
Bad people rule the world while the good people are poor…
People stand in line with signs fighting over church and state…
Border walls answer the call for someone to segregate…
Why do we let others choose our fate… Why do I…
Why can I not let my baggage go…
Why do I not feel worthy…
Why do I feel my past classifies me as worthless…
Because it does…
So fuck your classification system…
Fuck your records and your tools…
My life goal is to make the doubters look like complete and total fools…
I will make you tools because I have no other option…
History so bad the background check cautions…
So I’ll have to make my own way…
A green thumbed vagabond… You have no idea…
Look up fucked up that’s me in the encyclopedia…
Thank god for art… Thank god for poetry…
Thank god for the possibility of a god…
Thank god that we can be…
Anything we want to be…
As long as we pay taxes on our property…
Not to mention a flawless history…
The secret to anonymity is now but a mystery…
We are all marked… We stand in line…
Comply unconditionally or pay the fine…
Monetary loss or loss of freedom…
Then add-on charges if we try to impede them…
We are nothing more than products on the grocery store shelf…
We are products trained to work…
We work hard so more hard work is expected…
And then we work some more…
We work to afford these modern conveniences…
We have replaced life with labor…
Experience with degrees…
Reality with… Whatever you call this…
This joke we think is normal…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

Advertisements

10 thoughts on “Reflections of the Past – Money or Freedom

  1. Good. Keep writing. Keep letting go of the past. Keep telling ‘them’ to fuck off.

    Like

  2. 1dreamingirl says:

    Powerful! Thanks for sharing.

    Like

  3. djmasturbeat says:

    thanks for sharing

    [i]not sent from some hipster phone[/i]

    Like

  4. lelahb39 says:

    so damn honest and true. Statements like this help us all remember that we need to create our freedom in this supposed free land. Cheers to our generation being bold enough to break molds….and heres to hoping that SO many more find the strength to recognize that we need to do so!
    F^ the backgroud checks….and taxes and wars that merely line others pockets!

    Like

    • C.Condello says:

      I’m actually learning how to type in Morris code… That way when I swear… It at least won’t offend anyone…

      I prefer to keep this blog on a positive note… But the way I see it… Life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows… Sometimes we need to get pissed…

      Like

      • lelahb39 says:

        totally! If we didn’t get pissed,or hurt sometimes we wouldn’t make change!
        As far as the morris code….well, keep true to yourself, We can’t please everyone and by staying true to your intentions to not offend but speak honestly with your thoughts and emotions…perhaps people will come around to respecting your way of doing so. I struggle with this immensely with my family…its all about boundaries. I think your words are beautiful. and I am sure others that may have been offended founds bits they liked equally well. ; )

        Like

  5. Aggie says:

    so fucking true

    Like

    • C.Condello says:

      Thank you… Occasionally one of these poems gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside… After re-reading it a couple of times… I got that feeling…

      Like

  6. Ruth says:

    It always makes me feel optimistic when I come across young people like you who aren’t drinking the kool aid. You are right. Our culture has failed us. It is all a ruse full of false promises. Thanks for sharing this poem.

    Like

Comments are closed.