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
Tag: Poetics
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.
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...
Minor Loss Major Flaw
How is it possibly so strong That it affects me at such a cost? Minor loss becomes major flaw I pride myself in nonchalance Spend time on methodical thought Primed, primped, and propped Not a nerve out of order I NEVER draw outside the box? Why?
To Be Frank: 