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MATTHEW DURKIN

SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 11/10/2014 |




Human Love

A mutual surrendering, a collective uplifting... A timeless spring, an offering, a beckoning, a following... Combining, energizing, a river flowing, passion soaring... Growing, knowing, caressing, holding... Having, feeding, attention, needing... Wanting, longing, aching, withdrawing... Light fading, anticipating, expecting, waiting... Changing, calling, fighting, falling... Fairytale fantasies, tearful pleas, un-matching realities... Confusing, losing, touch, eluding... Rebounding, replacing, contemplating, retracing... Not looking, finding, running, hiding... Using, abusing, reusing, concluding... An end, those days, those ways, today... A beginning, returning, in the mirror, looking... Seeing, redeeming, unsure, believing... Finding, founding, internal love, parading... Sharing, beaming, rejoicing, being... Practicing, giving, a beautiful life, living... Searching, seeking, human love, releasing...


In the midst of this global pageantry, genuine relation can be lost to cliquey popularity... As the votes are counted, and the victors anointed, gifted by judges, whom often, are wrongly appointed... The winners of yesterday, become the deciders of today... Hooray, Hooray! The same faces, everyday... All decisions are final... As the judge's axe falls... On a rival..? This literary world, feels like high school all over again... I couldn't wait to get out, and I couldn't wait to get in... Compete to win, compete to win... Am I gonna want out, once I've found myself in..? It seems less about substance, and more about which ego's to stroke... Playing by the rules, and how much shit you can eat, before you choke... Profit and good, are not necessarily the same... It all can be rearranged, players changed, as anything goes, in the money game... For the last two and a half years, I've given everything away... Solid as an Oak in my convictions, without personal or artistic restrictions... Now as before, I am a seed... 'Tis only watering, from an honest gardener, that I need... I will never beg, and never plead... Alas, as before, I am a seed... 'Tis only watering, from an honest gardener, that I need...


The Poisoning of Peace

Our youth are ill, as they are inspired to kill... By movies glorifying blood and gore, poisoning peace, and hyping up war... Oh God please, how much more..? Selling violent games in videos, screaming and horror, in stereo... Children glued, eyes focused and alert with intent, to be cruel... Is it make believe, when around the globe, it is a reality..? Alas, for our children, there seems to be, no free time for pretending... Plenty though, for molding, conforming, restricting, & programming... Training for the daily grind, and brain washing for the front line... No child left behind... For there is profit to be made, in the shaping of their minds... School work, homework...Work, work, work... A future full of berserks..?  I feel it is time, to allow our children to color outside of the lines... Free time, equals free minds... Though it is by example that we lead... And out of such pretty troughs we feed... A good job is all they'll ever need... Here's a book with all the answers, if you want to succeed, read... Or better yet, just take a nap... We have their innocence in our laps... With their best intentions in mind..? In the beginning, perhaps... Though now, a sickening relapse... Training towards mediocrity, and fighting for the leftover scraps... Parental responsibility, has dwindled, and is almost gone... Phones in ten year old hands, relaying guidance from a far, as they are comforted by digital arms... Pavlov's dogs, bells & alarms, choreographed activity's, on fenced-in yards... In a world where Neighbors are now strangers, and strangers are teachers, and once a week preachers... Disney pacifies, as DVD's baby sit... Just put a movie on, when the children throw a fit... Are the parents to blame, for being caught up in this system’s separating game..? Only if the players can still feel any shame…  After all, this game, has been multiple generations played... As the course has been stayed... Over and over, replayed... Though you all can see, I've gained the knowledge to break free... Watch out!! Matthew has an insight gun, intent on an enlightening spree... The game only works when you play... You may feel secure and comfortable today... A job and good pay... Haven't you read..? Unemployment is rising... As our jobs are being outsourced, and the Dollar is Capsizing... There have been many throughout history, who've said "this couldn't happen to me"... Look at Germany and listen to the Jews, about how they were fooled by the Nazi's... Economic reclaiming is often referred to, as ethnic cleansing... It only took a couple of generations, of citizens not withstanding... For the murder of millions, and their ashes to begin landing... They tell me Hitler was crazy, though who funded him monetarily..? The same banking monopolies behind the curtain... Whose descendants are holding the strings, profiting from both sides of a war, for certain... ‘Tis an old game, heightening fears, profiting from misery and tears... Perfected by Rome, with iron fisted rule... Using fear and intimidation to control the masses, terrorism is the fascist's favorite tool... Predator's scare fish into a ball... As they pick them off, one by one, and eventually, them all… There is strength & safety in numbers... Though not when we are hiding behind each other... It all begins individually, with understanding the need, for peaceful unity... Masses of like-minded people, thinking positively...
Not a collection of scared individuals, hiding behind a mask of group mentality... We are all the same energy, though we are not all on the same frequency... I believe Facebook, an excellent way, to begin to get on the same page... We must keep in mind however; the director controls the stage... As our government is expanding ever larger, and  the private sector is weakening and shrinking ever smaller... The American dream has been reduced, to a cubicle in the machine... In all of our futures to be a mass awakening for sure...  Via the echoes of marching boots, and the kicking down of doors... Or the way of Gandhi, arms linked in peaceful unity, singing "we shall not stand to be slaves anymore"... 

Matthew    




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