.....as tool as an empty wallet.

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My father died a while ago. All that was left of him was this empty wallet, family keeps to this day, various plastic and paper receipts. People will wonder what it will take to get a rise out of me. Give me the magic “umph “phrase.
A sense of urgency, an awakening and a realization that all is not what it may seem.

My father had a third eye, a gift for getting me to see, getting me to do.
Not out of fear, regret or sorrow. He was my father. The one person I trusted.
The one person I knew had my back over any crisis situation large or small.
My mother couldn't. My brother never knew what was going on. I wanted to savor his expertise, knowledge, experience, but not love. That came after. After he died, after I realized what I had lost. What meant more to me than I ever could have realized.

Why I'm so angry, hateful, distrusting, cynical, skeptical and so willing to put an entire society over a barrel and enter myself into a world all my own. I can pull the strings forever and it won't make a difference. You people chase an unrelenting dogma; at least to me I see it as such. Until you see it, you will never understand, you couldn’t and won’t.
I doubt it very much.

Have a nice day.

 

[SFG75]

Just curious-what prompted the odd title of the piece?

 

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....as tool as an empty wallet.

The title refers to all that was left of my father in terms of his belongings after he died and was taken from the hospital to the morgue. In a poetic way I describe him as nothing more than a tool of life and circumstance. Was never appreciated enough, was never satisfied with what he had and what he wanted.

The lines were always blurred, when they should have been pretty clear.

Also in a poetic way I tie my ( what eventually became ) my newfound interest in the band : TOOL and their music, one track in particular -
' Third Eye '

If you ever get a chance to listen to the full track ( no shortened version )
you might get an understanding of how intense it is.