Similar Souls

Sick of feeling boxed in
Parts of me, I do not understand
The underhanded advice offered
Identify and prosper plans

Find your competent qualities
And fit in proper
The only thing that I have discovered
I do not fit the slot marks

To one thing or another
Man, where is the comfort
The southern comfort
Always having one foot in gutter

The other in the shrubs
Why am I so unsure
Call it an “ imposter” trait
What am I good for

My sense of hope
Is the simple knowing tone
The understanding that comes
From those similar souls.

Agree to Disagree

Inner vision of what you intend
Can manifest against the grain
Upending the expectations
Prevalent in everyday

If Ferdinand the bull
Presented his way on stage
And spent the event grazing
The daisies gentle and tame

Would we accept it?
Is that unstable for a bull
To be humble and docile
Are we impartial and marginal?

We must revoke his “ nature”
Like to unscramble a picasso
Cause it’s not natural to us
Like we feel that it ought to

Our human nature 
Is to change what's wrong "logically"
Instead of accepting uncertainties
And agree to disagree.

Pretentious Plain Janes

Release your need to achieve
To be the receiving end of everything
Please don't deem 
Achievement enviably

Direct recognition
With abbreviated letters
To be addressed for success
Your are subsequently better

Than whatever headers is left
With the rest of us
At least that's how it's perceived
No phd etc

Separate you and us
Pretentious vs the plain janes
We just maintain
Never cultivate our brainwaves 

Stuck on the perception
One another's misdirection
Is why we suffer collectively
If only we got the message

So You’re Right, So.

All that you get, with all that effort
Is being right
This is it quite meaningless
In the context of life

And everything you can find
To be nimble with convictions
And listening to the possibilities
Across all existence

And yet you seem to stay insistent
After all of this time
Of hard living, you must win
It's all on the line

What cards do you hold?
To make such a play
Someday you'll be left froze
With your vacant poker face

Sustained in place
Fake, been living a masquerade
But it isn't too late embracing
Living unrestrained

Littering And

Sell your cleverness 
And purchase bewilderment
What's better is it's free
It doesn’t cost any cents

Call it optimism I guess
Whatever the definition is
Open-mindedness, stop resistance
Give into unlimited

Officials, proficients. technicians
Politicians, practitioners
Act practical and all that
Yet haven't a single hints worth

Of what this massive universe 
Actually represents
We're just fragments of existence
A smidgen on it's timespan

Yet we act all convinced
And definitive of how to live
With our daily activities
And all that "that’s the way it is”

If an extraterrestrial 
Celestial citizen
Looked in on our civilization
They would become sickened within

This chickenshit individualist
Sit and litter the wilderness
And the ocean, what if
We are the litter someone else left? 

Be Open

Having a mind that is fully open
And closed to nothing
Opinions, philosophies
Religions, and customs

Don't be reluctant
To what opposes your upbringing
And what others told you
As an innocent youngling

Nothing holds the globe’s truth
Only discovery, and uncovering
Recovering that touch
Of mystery and wondering

When you live a life of no attachment
Material assets do not matter
You gather and gain
Forgo it all the after

Hungry vultures may claim
Your bait, but never attain
The peace of mind
Of leaving it all behind – unfazed

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.

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.