Natively Naive

I believed to have no 
Opportunity to disagree
To live "successfully"
Supersedes my need to be free

So I suppress it deep inside of me
Biding by society
Quietly try to fit in
Live complacently, blindingly

All the while I’m privately
Fighting my soul violently
Two sided dialogue
Constant bullying, tirelessly

Who am I to be? 
Who are we to be?
Anything but realized
Natively naive.

Heritage

Is conditioning influenced
Specifically from heritage
Is there ever an instance
When we influence them instead?

Are our elders way too set in their ways
For our betterment
To be engaged for progressive change
And development

Or the better question is
Are we already settled in?
Beyond our self-perception
Our fenced in sentience

What if we had never met
Any of our parents but
Raised in foster care instead
An orphanarium

Would we still carry their
Ideology in our psychology?
Or are we free now
To be ourselves, without an apology.

Contentment

Observance is the source
To all things, total chi
You hold it all in you
But when evoked, blossom seeds

Awoke with these emotions
Dormant, gilded and vaulted
Waiting to slowly open
And expose slumbering knowledge

Start to consider loved souls
Who've shut closed
Keep their chapter dog eared
With a bookmark exposed

Look hard at your conscious
They are there beyond essence
Ask them for guidance
In a quest for souls contentment.

Freedom Of

I wish to say
What I feel today
With reservations that I may
Contradict when I wake

On the morrow, I will borrow
New credos, new morals
To follow, headstrong on
Like Edward r Murrow

No McCarthy headlong
Foolhardy hardnose
I’m an ardent advocate
Against labels & bar codes

Goes against the star spangled
Francis Scott Keye
We are free, America
No oligarchy.

Possibly?

Scarcity

Conventionally
Work is pleasant and rewarding
Conform early, learn the basics
Demonstrate accordingly

But more and more it seems
We've learned a yearning in our core
To be free in essence
To be let loose from the hoard

We are not so sure
Of our purpose anymore
Or the meaning of being
Who we are, and what for

It’s no mystery
Cultures of drugs and promiscuity
Is consistently habitual 
By so many in mutiny

Wanting to be something different
A gem, a rarity
Disease of our society
We feed souls of scarcity.

Hard Lessons

The chateau cast a shadow 
Across every thing on the block
Starkly contrasting 
Our own hovel of tin and tree-bark

Mt. Olympus, rose above us
Gods amongst us mere mortals
Ironic how easy a job
To look down towards you nose to,

The forlorn, the scorned
Misfortunate and distressed
Hard lesson the oppressed
Must swallow and accept

Separatism

There’s been permanent permutation
In our civilization
Face changes that may not be
Regained with further urbanization

Toxins will wash away it all
We’re washed away with it
We’re just ripples sent drifting
Disappearing in the distance

We’ll be a glimpsed reminder
Of an empire that set fire
To environments
For our own lonely dominance and pride it went

Those who already suffer worsen
They always suffer the worse with
Our third person rubbernecking
Concern for our own nourishment

We turn away nervously
We carry our own burden
Instead of sharing the weight
We bare each taking turns with it

When the weight leans into us
We usually just step away
Now we’re all shaking in place
Complacent, it's too much to take

For any one of us
As individuals we're hypocritical
It’s critical, let separatism finish
Or isolate ourselves

Decisions, decisions...