Poetry / Writings - by Ralph Stokes
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CAN YOU HELP IDENTIFY...?

WHO ARE YOU ?
AT THIS MOMENT I HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM.
WHY NOT ?
I FEEL AS THOUGH I HAVE LOST MY IDENTITY.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND, MAKE ME UNDERSTAND ?
I AM NOT SURE I CAN, BUT I'LL TRY...
LOOKING IN THE MIRROR I SEE THE FACE OF A MAN.
THE AGE, STRESS, PERMINENT FROWNS, BUT THOSE ARE SUPPOSE TO BE
THE SIGNS OF A MAN THAT HAS LABORED HARD, THAT WAY IN THE
LATTER YEARS OF HIS WISDOM HE CAN RELAX, AND ENJOY UNTIL DEATH.

THAT IS NOT I...
IS IT ANY CLEARER TO YOU NOW ?
PLEASE CONTINUE ON.
AS YOU SEE IT'S REALLY HARD TO EXPLAIN, I AM SORT OF
STRUGGLING WITH IT MYSELF...
BUT, BEFORE THIS I USE TO BE ABLE TO SAY, I AM A YOUNG
MAN CHILD. WHOSE GOAL IS TO HAVE A FAMILY, LABOR AND PROVIDE.
FOR A WHILE IT ALL LOOKED PROMISING, MY LABORING WAS GOING WELL..
. THEN I FELL IN LOVE, OUT OF LOVE, IN LOVE AGAIN.
MY LIFE HAD IDENTITY DURING THOSE DAYS, MONTHS, YEARS...
AT THE DROP OF A DIME IT WAS ALL TAKEN AWAY FROM ME...
I REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SAY!

DON'T GET ANGRY JUST CONTINUE ON. WHO ARE YOU ?
WELL YOU KNOW MY NAME, AND WHERE I WAS BORN,
IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR ?
THAT IS NOT WHAT MAKES YOU WHO YOU ARE, YOU COULD
HAVE DIED ON THAT BIRTH DATE, AND NEVER GIVEN A NAME
YOU UNDERSTAND ? IT'S NOT WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR.

I AM NO LONGER A MAN LABORING FOR HIS FAMILY. THERE ARE
NO FRUITS FROM MY PAST LABORING.
I ONCE WAS A YOUNG MAN THAT QUICKLY HAD TO BECOME
THE BEING THAT I AM TODAY.
ARE YOU WHO THEY SAY YOU ARE ? A COLD HEARTED, NO CONSCIENCE MAN ?
No! I DON'T THINK SO ...I MEAN THAT MAKES ME SOUND
DEAD... I AM NOT DEAD !

AM I DEAD ? NO! I AM NOT DEAD !

I SIT FROM DAY TO DAY NIGHT TO NIGHT SEARCHING
WITHIN MYSELF FOR ANSWERS THAT SEEM TO HAVE NO ANSWER.
I NEED NEW LIFE IN ORDER FOR MY IDENTITY TO RETURN
BECAUSE RIGHT NOW, JUST BEING A MAN WITH A NAME IS NOT ENOUGH.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP... I DID NOT DO ANYTHING...
IN TIME, ALL IN TIME.
IDENTITFY

CHANGE

ENVIORMENTAL CHANGE
ELEMENTAL CHANGE
CONTROLED CHANGE
TO CHANGE
ONE'S INNERSELF
ONE'S ACTION
NEGATIVE TO POSITIVE
POSITIVE TO NEGATIVE
CAN ONE JUDGE ANOTHER
FOR FALLING
HAVE WE ALL NOT FALLEN
I'VE FELL
I'VE CHANGED!
SHOULD I DIE?
OR SHOULD YOUR OPINION CHANGE?

    

                      STATISTICAL FRANKENSTEIN

                      Caught up in this world of superficial beings.
                           Created by statistical powers.
                     Invisible forces, lay traps in order to keep data.
                    What's lost in this mental maheim of percentages?
                             Togetherness -abandoned
                               Family- disrespected
                               Friends -neglected
                                No more sharing
                                No more support
                                  No more we
                             Only the superficial us...
                Unconsciously we help supply these powers with the numeral
                          data they need to stay in control
                   We hear and see the percentages through the media.
               "And we say, I am not going to become apart of those statistics II
                   But once we start living we slip into a controlled state.
                         And before long 20% is now 21%...
                                Statistical Powers
 

    

                                I AM A MAN

                        I wish for the world to know who I am...
                     I am a man, taken from the land in which I was
                          To be a laborer for my loved ones.
                      Now I sit in a modern made cave. Watching
                           Age set in. And life pass me by.
                       My cave sits in a ditch surrounded by hills.
                       I wish to run to the top of a mountain and
                           scream my name to the world...
                    "I am Ralph T. Stokes", "I am Ralph T. Stokes. ..
                    Sitting in this cave I sometime forget I am a man.
                      The cold air that blows upon me day and night
                          It makes me feel like an animal...
                      I am a man, I am a man: This I must repeat to
                          Myself, in order to keep my sanity.
                    I seek life, I seek a renewed spirit. I seek peace...
                      The world is a beautiful place... I never got a
                               Chance to live in it...
 
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