I am a disciple of liberty. A purveyor of justice.
I carry death in a pouch on my belt, he is forever with me.
I am one with God, and he is one with me. My wrath is his and his alone. My face is weathered by years of despair and sadness, my brow is furrowed by the insecurity and indifference of others.
I am human, but immortal.
I live beyond years.
I survive through the smoke and pain and discomfort.
I am rage.
I am unencumbered hate. My veins fill with animosity. My heart beats with disdain.
I am all that is right, and all that is wrong.
I am violence, and compassion.
I am the dichotomy of man.
I am your best, and your worst.
I am all that you want to be, and all that you despise.
I am what your spouse sees when she looks at you, and what she condemns to her friends.
I am your Occupy and your cut and run.
I am standing firm while you back down.
I am the fight to your flight.
I will not fail.
I will not falter.
I will hold the line.
I am the wretched one, the forgotten, the misfit. Unwanted, unnecessary, unappreciated.
I am here. Ever watching.
I see what you deny, I feel what you ignore, I am that voice in your head that says “Press forward” when your muscles refuse to move.
I am the super hero that you read about, and the villain that you fear.
I am the dirty, low down, good for nothing defender of humanity.
I am the funeral you see on the six o’clock news.
I am the “too young to die” and the “it’s a damn shame” while you sit comfortably in your easy chair.
I am Call of Duty and Cops and some book you read in tenth grade about badass people doing badass things.
I am the candle you lit to honor a warrior you never knew.
I am the mindset that you can’t get your head around.
I am “that kid” that went to boot camp when you took your SAT.
I am the one pulling the trigger while you pull an “all-nighter” .
I am but a humble servant to a cause bigger than myself.
I am proud of what I am.
I am happy to give of myself.
I do the things you find repulsive…so you don’t get your hands dirty.
I have no shepherd, I need no direction. My actions are as natural to me as breathing is to you.
I am sheepdog, and I am watching.
I do not know the author to this, but it was passed to me from a friend that had seen it and thought of me when reading it.
So, I would also like to do the same and pass it too.
i float like a calm leaf...
on a sea of all being....
i chew gum...
i smoke..
i sip coffee....
oh shoot... im outa gum....
i smoke...
i sip coffee with lots of sugar...
i listen to the whisper of the wind...
the wind is known to me...
the rhythm of the sea...
the sea is known to me....
as the others.. pass...
briefly.. i feel them...
for i am born of of all...
i and empathy are one...
yet i do not care...
i am out of gum...
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