DAY 20...Torn in two

I am a slave...to my past
Since men have always being greedy
and remain greedy still
I am now a slave to my present.
I am at war for my freedom and
like Bob Marley encourages
I must find my Redemption Song
and Sing it!

A TORTURED SLAVE (circa 1890 / A TORTURED MAN (circa 2008)

(don't be deceived ...There is no new thing under the sun)

TORN AND TWISTED

To have my being,
actualized,
pensive always

In potent passions.

Bittersweet taste
In action,

Still..
Ambivalent choices

calling

will...

The one within
wants without
In depth of mind

Clouded with doubt

cravings shout
but light restrains
and pain remains

fires burn

and cracks appear

the facade

is in disrepair.

How did this come
into being?

How was I
found at the scene?

In blood and sweat,
and tears and slime,

I was thrust forth
to this life of crime.
 

I got the part
"I want to be ..."

Practiced day
and night 'til three.

Till I knew it well
then I was told

You have too much heat
This part is cold.

My agent

found me

a brand new part
but we

are yet in conflict

He wants God
I want man
Torn in two

and twisted.