I Life

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Who I am. Who we all are. We are a poem. We are a story. We are us. I am me.

Submitted: September 14, 2012

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Submitted: September 14, 2012

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I Breathe.
The first thing you learn how to do. It puts us as humans in line with all other living organisms. It is the fundamental building block to all aspects of our lives. Without this action, there would be no peace. War. Hunger. Famine. Disease. Happiness. My life.
I am a Seed.
The beginnings of an organism, of a tree. Trees give us the power to live. Give us oxygen. I am a baby tree. The most vulnerable of the motionless.
I feed.
An action. A verb. A necessary action. A verb. I gain energy through it. I gain hunger without it. Wars have been fought over it. War. Hunger. Famine. Disease.  Happiness. My life.
I am a Weed.
Unwanted. A plant. Terrorizes gardens. Terrorizes lives. Tears families. Tears Lawns. Tears us all. Unwanted.
I Knead.
Mould others. Scold others. I make the bread that sustains me. But I do not give or take.
I Need.
I need to see. I need to act. I need to show. I need to give. I need to live.
I Read.
Many do. Reading gives ideas. It tells stories of peace. War. Famine. Disease. Happiness. My life.
I Lead.
Thousands into battle against themselves. They blindingly follow me. It is their one mistake in an imperfect eternal world ruled by narcissists.
I am a Steed.
A loyal companion. A loyal servant. My master whips me. Sits on my back and gains the attention as I take the load.
I Heave.
I must. I would have gone now if I hadn’t. I sit on the porch and fly away.
I Weave.
For fun. Forced to. Millions have. Made clothes that have brought people through peace. War. Hunger. Famine. Disease. Happiness. My life.
I am a Wreath.
I am hung seasonally, then replaced with the next poor outdated cliched man.
I am Feet.
Walked upon by the man above. Smashed. Tethered. Weathered. The dirt of the world is upon me. Love.
I am a Seat.
Sat upon by the man above. Smashed. Tethered. Weathered. The dirt of the world is upon me. Love.
I am Elite.
Rich. Powerful. The world is in my hands. I can create peace. War. Hunger. Famine. Disease. Happiness. My life.
I am Heat.
I have sustained many. Boiled their foods. Yet harmed equally. Burned the flesh.
I am a Sheet.
I cover many things. Many stories untold. See through and opaque. Want.
I Cheat.
This is not who I am. I was someone else. I have ignored the laws of life. I have won my way through. Dishonest. None of this.
I am a Beet.
A meager fruit. Or Vegetable. No likes. No hates. Just a drifter.
I Meet.
And I greet. New people. But nothing matters. These people are meeters, they go and move on forget. Forget. Forget.
I am Meat.
Processed. Formerly alive. A cut now. Filet. I feed many. I bring them through. Yet I am nothing but hope.
I am a Line.
People waiting for food. Ants going home. A circle. A square. Unfinished business. An answer. A phone call away. A limit of exasperation. Crazy. Nothing but one dimension.
I am a Vine.
Pester. Annoy. A crawl up and hang on. Stick. There for good. Until fire. But a thing of beauty to some.
I am a Pine.
Annoy. Pester. Stick. There for good. Until fire. I fall off and might become a tree. Or a little toy. Or a floating seed in the lake.
I am Time.
The fourth dimension. A constant. An inconsistent. Consistently inconsistent. Measurable only by humans. Measurable by all but humans. Only one is right. But who chooses?
I am a Chime.
A sound. A ring. An intangible idea. A figment of sound. An indescribable object.
I am Crime.
It makes the world go around. Without me there is no peace. War. Hunger. Famine. Disease. Happiness. My Life.
I am Prime.
Only divisible by myself and the number one. Never the number one. I can only divide if I can multiply. I can always multiply, never divide. Except when with one. But one is never Prime. I am never one.
I am Him.
He. He who has come before yet may not again. He who has tricked many. He who has been many. He who is none. He is he is.
I Win.
I have won the game. All others have gone away. But I have won nothing and lost everything. But I have won and they have lost. They have lost me. I have won myself.
I am Fin.
I am gone. Finished. Dead. I could not stand the peace. War. Hunger. Famine. Disease. Happiness. My Life.


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