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The Karmic Game

The sky was set on fire
Its smoke did hide the sun

While here on earth

I stood inside the murky haze
Screaming at the karmic Gods
At the very top of my lungs

I raised my fist above my head
Wondering why was I not dead

Once again, my anger rose

Who can fly upon burnt wings
Not any you might hurt
Or cripple by your selfish games

The smoky sky did finally clear
The sun came shinning through

Whom could I have blamed?

When karma comes from what I do
Not from whom I point to
Stupid, I can only blame myself

About This Poem

Last Few Words: shit happens, you can only blame yourself.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: New York City, N.Y. Spanish Harlem, USA

Favorite Poets: P. Neruda, Jose de Diego, E. Dickenson, R. Frost, there are many more, but these had the greatest influence...

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Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

13 years 4 months ago

Lonnie,

I thank you for the read, i appreciate the comment

Eddie

weirdelf

weirdelf

13 years 4 months ago

Philosophically challenging!

though karma is an illusion. Look at the success of sociopathic CEOs who rape, pillage, steal and lie.

Don't blame yourself. Kill the sociopathic fuckers who are destroying humanity and the planet.

Well written.

Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

13 years 4 months ago

Jess,

in the end we are all in a sense guilty also, because as human we turn a blind eye. What we let them do comes back to bite us in the arse. So really whose fault is it, their's for doing it or us for letting them. It is we who choose our leaders at lease in the so called free world.

Eddie

Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

13 years 4 months ago

Jess,

in the end we are all in a sense guilty also, because as human we turn a blind eye. What we let them do comes back to bite us in the arse. So really whose fault is it, their's for doing it or us for letting them. It is we who choose our leaders at lease in the so called free world.

Eddie

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

13 years 4 months ago

Dear Eddie,

I cannot help but admire your sense of responsibility that shines through in this poem. When I was a kid I had little power to effect or change what happened to me. But as an adult, I have the power to change how I react to it. So now I take the power back from those who try to make me feel as they wish about anything. I really like this poem. It is full of imagery and powerful.

always, cat (& eddy)

Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

13 years 4 months ago

Cat,

I have learned that it is wasted energy to even try and take back your power from people, simply because they never did posse it. They can not take less we give. If we feed into it, it becomes about us and our insecurities that we carry from way back. Live in the moment, the past is the lesson, the future is not yet written, only the moment is important. That is the only thing that pleasure and pain come from, and I opp for the pleasure of being alive each moment. "Taoist thinking"
Eddie

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