Mek I Say Som’ting

Killing me softly as I’m screaming out my soul into the air of your ear

Carbon dioxide rushing, colliding into much needed oxygen

As I fight and kick and squirm my body

Myself from the pressure of the psychedelic tools of mind binding

It feels like the earth is bending beneath the sheer weight of garbage

That’s just multiplying to infinity and beyond

Taking up space like a downloaded sniper virus from cyberspace

Replicating itself

Filling out and devouring every gigabyte of soil, river, mountain, blood, bone and thought.

The neon flashing lights of sooped up joy rides

Foreign delights

Liquid tainted nights

And a whole lot of open secrets shared by all and none

Festering while we ignore and forget and convince at least one

Who?

You?

Definitely not me in this game with no name where every Jack got a ball

And every Jill trying to score with a net that ain’t never caught a fish yet if ever at all

I’ll lay it all on the line everytime I feel the need to place no restrictions on the freedom of my seed

Because we all need to breed-

I’m sorry, breathe.

Let’s cough and clear throats

Let’s forget what was just said

Cause decent people don’t entertain such thoughts in their head

Instead

We bled

Yes!

Let’s bleed out our sanity

Bleed out our morality,

Our vitality cannot possibly be of more worth than our vanity

Let us replace our blood with red coloured kool-aid

Cause its cheaper, faster, easier, more efficient and cost effective

In these hard economic times

Let us mix some soft truth between these hard lies

Yeah I’ll take a coke with my fries

And stare into your red rimmed eyes

And white dusted nostrils

While you tell me we are free

The same time you jerking to the strings

As you answer the call of every bit of technology

So we’re back to where we started from

Going full circle obeying every traffic sign along the way that said we cannot turn right

So we keep turning left

Leaving bits and pieces of ourselves till there is NOTHING left

And we’re NAMELESS by the time we talk to death

Are we just too smart for our own good?

Are we so INTELLIGENT that we’re fools?

Clowning around while we’re just tools?

A whole legion and more of mental, spiritual and emotional midgets

Suitable for nothing more than maintaining digits?

We are refined beings

The top of the food chain

Because there is nothing to feed on us

Yet that’s the kick ain’t it

We are allowing ‘Nothing’ to feed on us

Cause we constantly give ourselves to oblivion and naught of substance

Wading through that sea of garbage

Polluting the temple that is us

But we have to perpetuate it

It’s a must...

A must…really?

I’d suck my teeth at this point

At this very point while the joints of the world scream out

To the selfsame oblivion

For release from the clowns

She tries to be rid,

To be free

So she quake and burst and flow pyroclastic

Howling with hurricanes and tornadoes

Forgive me…

Forgive me If for a minute I came off preachy

But its killing me softly

And I have to speak

I have to breathe

I have to be

So mek I say som’ting

Even if it kills me

Glen Toussaint 2012©