Note: I spent today combing through resumes, wondering if people are serious about finding work? If you've went through someones resume lately, maybe you'd understand. Please, do someone, or yourself a favor... let someone proof read it! You're not getting your foot in the door if you do not take your resume seriously. It doesn't matter what experience you have, what educational background (Master degree huh?), or if you are really the perfect person for the job... we'll never find out if that last one is the case because of so many different mistakes. Spelling errors, grammatical errors, cover letters tailored to a completely different job and industry.... they may have free resume help at colleges, or unemployment offices. Do yourself a favor - perfect the art of the resume and the cover letter... and down play your experience if you're over qualified. Ugh... I'm done complaining and head back to my regular writings.
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Blue sealed the day -
eyes revealed the pain.
News I never watch,
'Je Suis Charlie'
I don't support the lot,
but I am offended.
On many occasions...
Standing lost in a crowd
Watching a clown
attack my savior...
but death?
Freedom isn't for everyone.
I sat down oppressed,
Trying to write, depressed...
Fear? That left me long ago
9/11 taught me not to believe
In people protecting me.
Passion rages freely,
and I see the pain every day...
You believe... in something more.
I don't begrudge you for that...
so please don't begrudge me
for my disbelief. I see the satirical
comedy...life - it's interesting.
Fragile, and unpredictable...
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Opinion... we have them.
Truth is but an illusion
We use to comfort ourselves.
The day sealed blue,
pain revealed in eyes...
I watch the news never,
'Je Suis Charlie'
Is all I hear, and see...
I never read the magazine.
Nor do I know anything.
Negativity perplexes me.
I sit, I sin, I hide... and I live my life
while others die for what they believe.
Who's the coward, me?
I run in circles, insignificant
in the grand scheme of things -
trying to make ends meet.
What have I done to change anything?
Rebelled in words,
actions speak louder than words..
and my hands are tied...
I have a family, and I don't want to die.
Tomorrow comes quickly,
Death with his scythe
Sweeping me aside.
I guess it was just my time.
Memories fade, and I'll be forgotton,
though my line may continue on.
What is the point of life? Why do we die?
What's the point of killing?
Why do we commit crime?
The ideal world lies in the past,
and here we are - crowded, tired,
and trapped in unreality. Alive,
but complacent. Trapped
in a controlled world - believing
what we're told.
Fear is the enemy -
I refuse to be afraid.
'Je Suis Charlie."
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I write without regrets. Straight from the mind to the fingertips.
I probably should proof read, but I don't...
Hmm, I'm not the one looking for a job.
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There is a truth that lies within,
we either let it out, or we become false
and conform to other people.
Stay true to yourself... (Argggh... goodnight!)
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