Write for Life

If you are reading this, I'm throwing down the gauntlet and challenging you to write something of your own and post it on this forum. Lets all do a free writing exercise. Don't force it. Just pick up a pen or get out your keyboard and write. Whatever enters your mind. It's 1:49 pm. I'm gonna start right now. And when you are satisfied, stop.

-- Tue Aug 09, 2016 12:53 pm --

Post it here as a reply so we all know who took part. Its a wonderful experience, coming together.

Dear, Alter Ego
You can’t take the life out of me. I have come too far for that, and I have wanted for something more. I write so that you know that I am here, and I’m not going anywhere. And it’s not because I am hiding from you, it’s because I have had the courage to face you, to say SCREW YOU. I know who I am, and I am stronger. Watch!
We walk amongst ourselves, the real one percent. The one percent who have lit up this world, not with money but with heart. We have what it takes to be truly rich, all of us who have been forced into this sacrifice of the mind. We see! We see what your eyes have left clouded. We are outside ourselves in the blinding spectrum of true justice. Rip-roaring and impassive fantasy makers who dangle from cliff tops screaming help me, help me, wait a minute, I climbed this rock face myself and I chose to be here letting the earth’s gravity try to rip me down from what I have marked as my heaven. I am not afraid to fall, because I know I am too strong. I have languished, yes. I have felt the undeniable tear of things too oft left unspoken or unwanted by the masses, because they do not understand that life isn’t all about spending paper. This note is legal tender for all debts public and private. Buy a ten ounce filet mignon with it, cook it in an oven and eat it. Who invented all these things we have no use for. Toothpicks and chopsticks, umbrellas in our margaritas and salt around the lip. I have done nothing wrong except tell it like it is. I flow, I rhyme when I see the need or I just let these thoughts bleed. It doesn’t really matter does it? We are the undeniable chain that laughs heavily on the mounds of disgust, toiling over the prospect that we may come unglued someday. We may strip off our clothes in downtown Manhattan and dance around the city’s finest, mocking them. We may find it within ourselves to swim in the ocean when a great white is lurking. We may commit self-induced hysteria because we have committed ourselves to the game and washed our asses clean of the filth that lay sinking and stagnant like our need to buy the latest model SUV that serves the same purpose as a beat up pinto. We may watch aimlessly at the joys we used to take part in but now find too malignant for the discovery of a higher self, like watching the New York Giants and betting heavily on draft kings. I have done these things to myself too. I have stopped trying to leap tall buildings on a single bound or communicate with the world telepathically. I never considered the notion that I was rich in life and a child’s ignorant dreams. I still believe in chaos theory solving all of my unanswered questions and that the Large Hadron Collider will somehow discover a way to shoot me back to 1996 when I first met my angel and had no idea that I was molested on Easter Sunday when I was 9. She had no idea I saw the 10 foot snake with large black eyes gazing at me like the devil I am certain I saw as a child. It was the only time in my life I was ever afraid of a snake. Now I would take on an anaconda if you asked me to. Yes I know I’m crazy. But so is the devil if he thinks he can destroy my soul for his own stockpile of pure spirits that seemed to get misplaced in the muck of being a little bit more humanly flawed amidst the other 99 percent of us who fight wars and perform autopsies and make nuclear bombs to preserve their piece of the pie. Who the hell considered that we won’t get soaked up in toxic methane when the arctic ice melts. Who thinks the 99 percent are not crazier than us when they pay three quarters of a million dollars at auction for one rare blue fin tuna. Or how the military dumps aluminum chaffe in the atmosphere to change weather patterns. Haarp sending beams into the ionosphere to punch holes in our shield. What in god’s name plagues us all that we can commit to such things as obesity in the grand ole USA while African children are starving. We are all a bit nutso don’t you think. Be we, you brave lovely one percent. My crazy counterparts. We have something that can’t manipulate because it is already twisted up like a pretzel. We were born outside the boxers and needed no urging by human circumstance to make us realize. Holy $#%^. What the hell is wrong with our species, and inversely Holy $#%^, we are amazing. I love every minute of this playful banter that seems to escape my warped sense of neural fashion. I would give up my scrotum for a little taste of distant stars and shot through a wormhole, even if it does leave me stranded in the blackness of dark energy. I think maybe Im done now. Lets play shall we. Lets play because what else is there to do except stuff our faces and pretend we haven’t completely buried our heads in the sand. Or if you wish you could turn on the TV for a more stimulating episode of reality. Come with me, you beautiful dazzling bipolar women, you stumped for equal rights mental defectives. You men who can’t hold down a job because you are narcissistic or circumventing the globe with schizo tendencies. I love all of you. Can’t you see that. Its been an hour since I started this foray into madness. I hope you like it.