Monday, May 31, 2010

i can hear them CHANTING and YODELING and.....

LAMENTING......
right inside of MY LIVING ROOM....
they just have NO BOUNDARIES.....
and they are draped, from head to tow, in those black robes.....
and their faces are covered.....
and......
 I CAN'T........I JUST CAN'T......

i don't want to feel what i feel.....
'violated'...'unprotected'.....'victimized'......

i want to feel big, pink buckets of LOVE....
for ALL MANKIND......

but i can't.....

they blow things up , for god's sake !!!

there is NO ROOM FOR ERROR,
 when it comes to these people......
one 'RANDOM' mis 'step'.......
and you are,
 literally,
 BLASTED into thousands of pieces of
flesh and sinew and SHARDED glass......
and EYEBALL SOCKETS.....

just because you walked into a
PIZZA PARLOR
or a cafe or a
 BARNES AND NOBLE...........

what kind of MISGUIDED world are we living in,
where they are attempting to have
'DIALOGUES'
 with these people ???

dialogues to WHAT END ??

perhaps the writing seems inappropriate or HATEFUL.....

it's NOT.......

it's SAD and frustrated and continuously shocked......

by the audacity of the people who
 SEEM
 to be in power.....

I DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN FEAR.......
I DESPERATELY DON'T WANT MY CHILDREN TO LIVE IN FEAR.........

and further......

I DON'T WANT A FREAKING FALAFEL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUST STOP THE INCESSANT 'YODELING' !!!!!!!!!!

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