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Poetic Justice: Part I

Everyone’s a sinner and everyone’s a saint

 

Every act is selfish

 

Every verse is self-restraint  Behind flattery lies jealousy

 

Beyond passion their lies pain

 

Innocence is self- deception

 

Every broken heart is vein  A yes is just a maybe

 

A maybe’s just a no

 

I’m in debt to a creator

 

So what exactly do I owe?   

The truth is just a portion, of a larger greater whole

 

Morals are an option when salvation is the goal?           

 

I know certainty’s a myth           

 

But myths are based on truth

 

If angst is just a fallacy

 

So is patronizing youth   Reality is all we have

 

But lies are all we’re fed           

 

Oxygen alters everything            

 

Blood isn’t even red  Ask and it is given

 

Unless it’s really what you need

 

Ask for a commodity

 

And you’re asking out of greed  Be careful what you wish for

 

As looks often deceive

 

Fact reaches us through filters

 

You decide what to believe

 

Haha… new Poem. What do you think? I felt like rhyming this time- it’s been a while. I think I like writing in verse… Anyways, I was looking at some of my old writing and I found my old poems from when I just got sent away. Man, are they angry… I feel like posting some of my old stuff in a little Sam blog anthology called “Poetic Justice.”  I feel so darn clever. I titled this poem in particular “Poetic Justice” because it touches on that subject but getting sent away was also poetic justice in itself. I was all rebelling and running away from home and I ended up very, very far away from home. Get it?Anyway I had another thought I just wanted to write down. I was reminiscing about Israel and trying to describe exactly what it was about the people… And I decided. Israeli’s are known for being really forward. They don’t hold anything back. They don’t hide their prejudices, their intentions, their thoughts, their feelings… They don’t censor their jokes, their pick up lines, their anger… No subject is off limits. They skip the small talk and instead reflect on social standards, sex, politics, and religious beliefs… all upon introductions. It’s a very No- bullshit kind of atmosphere. And why?

Because they are the grandchildren of Holocaust Survivors, the children of freedom fighters, friends to fallen soldiers and innocent bystanders, and today, still, they are each drafted to work very directly for their safety- right out of high school.

It’s always there, that inner burden, they really know that life’s too short.

 

 

Published Dec 15 2007, 10:24 PM by saml

Comments

 

jordynt said:

Aw man, that was a good poem. Wish mine were that good.

You got to go to Israel? When? That's so cool. My english teacher in ninth grade loved teaching the Holocaust, and it was kind of a different type of english class so we ended up reading these books (like THE EXODUS and THE CHOSEN) about the jews and the holocaust. Oh my goodness it was SO interesting.

I wish my society was a no bs kind of atmosphere. (Closest I've ever came to cussing.)

December 16, 2007 1:13 AM
 

jocelynp said:

I really like your poem. The first bit, especially.

I just read this book, a memoir by a French girl whose family moved to Israel and then she was in the army. Very interesting, and very good, you might like it. I can't remember the title, but it's by Valerie Zenatti.

December 16, 2007 9:36 AM