I'm perpetually indifferent to my own distinctive decisions.
What sets me apart from the pack is my lack of care for derision.
The world is on fire, what an elegant effigy.
So I say 'just let em burn if they wanna f--- with me.'
No time for leg pullers or those who rattle cages
Only time for those who chose to write their own history pages.
The stages I have crossed to play these different characters
Have been destructive in the way they allow me to break barriers
Harriers couldn't cruise over me and spot my directives
Because too many unanswered questions have me playing detective.
It's suggested that in darkness the good's inherently evil
but at least without the light you don't see the ugliness of people.
and I don't mean their faces with no cover up or blush
I mean they don't stop to help someone in need cause of their rush
lushes have become the focal point of social structures
so the male population has pants with flies about to rupture.
So much is fare of the flesh that now it's a flesh fair
and it is encouraged to have no respect and just stare
and we're determined to mix up some smoke in clear air
and we're demanding new jeans that are made with rips and tears.
and I'm aware of crazes and fads I'm not mad
as in I'm not crazy but this craziness makes me sad
I'm at a cross like plaid but this is more like forked roads
I am locked in online without any exit nodes,
I am inside the safe but no one else knows the codes,
so I am me by design 'cause I don't know any more modes.
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This world is like a straight jacket;
It tries to confine you,
It tries to conform you,
You can't do what you wanna do.
And if you want to live without anxiety,
You've got to fit to society.
Is this how life should be?
God created us
Free and equal.
We live right now,
We're not the prequel.
We the people.
We make our own choices.
We've got our own voices.
This world's not supposed to be a straight jacket.
It's not supposed to restrain,
It's supposed to give way;
Give way to new perspectives
So that everyone can have their own directives
Can't you see?
Do you know what I mean?
We live in America, land of the free.
Some people don't have shoes for their feet,
And yet we do nothing.
Because of society
It tries to change what you think
So you can't see past the brink;
The brink of this nation.
But I am here to make a declaration.
That we have to break free,
So we can reach those in need.
We can not give in,
We have to win;
Win this fight against society
And against propriety.
We can not stand back,
We have to attack.
The answer is simple:
This world's not supposed to be a straight jacket.
We as people;
We are all equal.
Yes, but we're not the same.
We're supposed to be different in different ways.
So then why are we trying to change?
August 21, 2010
Sometimes I take time out from reading yesterday's news,
playing video games,
worrying about the future,
spilling my coffee,
cursing my no mechanical ability,
eating when no one's looking,
blessing n cursing,
willpower n technology,
Sometimes, not often,
I make the bus,
hit no traffic,
never get sick,
depart on time,
stick to my diet,
make a decent rhyme,
stay awake at the theatre,
hit a golf ball consistent,
and more important,
do them all,
and live, straight n true.
But not often, not enough,
and this too,
Is Not Enough
This continuum is a seesaw,
lurching smoothly from one extreme to another,
But where's the progress,
the forward motion is absent,
the up down noises mask
the no development,
the forward notion
sucked down into static abyss,
by emotional gravity,
the daily chores pockmarked
by occasional sugary smores
and nothing more,
Life just don't
and the mind rebels and
calls for a constitutional congress, a new one, write just for me,
so I can reconstitute
When I wake up Monday next want my desk to be a guitar
and my job,
On Tuesday best,
will hijack an aeroplane,
drive the Feds crazy,
take everybody on board,
Wednesday I will fall in love,
every hour on the hour,
become a vampire,
get me an entourage
each episode will air on HBO
and I will dance with a star
on Hollywood Blvd.
Thursday I will rest,
in order to upset and fool
the juggernaut that will
ally against me,
to defend my threat
to law and order and
the sanctity of the Continuum
Friday I will celebrate,
placing swimming pools on Fifth and Sixth and Seventh Avenues,
even got one for the snobs on
Saturday, I will hide in plain sight,
after offering ten million for my arrest and capture,
and/ or, your choice,
(Hint; When In Times Square
Don' t tie your shoes)
Sunday, my name will be blessed in houses of worship globally,
cherished as an American Idol,
after I proclaim Freedom of Choice to pick any day, any time,
as your legal, personal,
private, unique, day of rest
By fiat I do declare, one a month be Travel Day,
each citizen and resident alien,
must google map
a desired location
and embarcadero ASAP, to someplace I ain't never been,
So we can be boon friends, and for evermore,
Recite this daily prayer,
Fear not to err,
If you omit one or two of its directives; just get off the continuum of daily ire;
Just one of the notions below will
Make every day a week end!
The daily prayer:
By decree of me each human be obligated to do one of
Be forever young n humble;
Feel ancient and royal;
Ride tall in the saddle;
Do something nifty;
Take someone's hand unexpectedly.
Drive home in the slow lane;
Do the minimus;
Do the maximus;
Leave a book on a park bench;
Use pen n paper, write a letter;
Take a chance, make people laugh;
Barrel into contention;
Show mercy to the confused,
Show anger to the abusers.
Bless a child with both hands;
Grasp your soul, thrown it down,
And raise a child to the sky
A continuum, you and they,
A ladder to heaven
On a bunch of poems 2~3 years old. Very different style. Hohoho Merry Chanukah to me, Most very long, will fire at will; long so not suitable for the 10W crowd....sigh. Oh yeah, one more thing, I wrote them on my cell phone, usually in the bathtub, yes, I went thru a lot of corporate phones...
"Skuff marks" he says
with disgust in his voice
and he looks at my shoes
and says, "Garbage."
We both knew from before
what they'd do to his floor
but I wore them
in spite of the carnage.
They went with the look
I snuck into my nook
and plastered the heels with
"Advance Directives" now
the scuffle and stuff
I don't advertise
my messes or lies
they just find themselves out
and what's more...
I simply rely on
the passing of time
now it's green from my heels
on the floor.
She cannot stop moving,
yo-yoing between antsy and wired
like Chinese pros playing ping-pong.
She cannot shut the fuck up,
chattering, texting, tweeting
an incessant string of nonsense
at 120 decibels.
Her tongue is a seismograph,
calibrated to register
my minute tremors.
She presides over my lovemaking
like Béla Károlyi
watching a gymnast
on the balance beam—
excoriating every flub,
and cheering in a frenzy
when I bring her to orgasm.
She is a cicada in mating season
caught between the aestival and the serotinal.
She places her eggs on trees,
which hatch six weeks later
and head underground for 17-years.
She dies and is eaten by birds.
Peace and quiet at last.
A congenial aura
Intoning treasured verse
Confirming with gauges
complying with code
Merged flawlessly towards
turnpike- cautious mode
Along breezed a rig
with a copious load
Heedless of rush hour
he rumbled on by
Remained in his route
to switch didn't try
Hurled on the brakes
swerved- she let out a cry
The fish tail and slide
left black in its track
Furled over in excess
too dazed for fact
Copper tang on lips
beginning to act
pent up wailing
Red and blue strobes
Screeching and wrenching
the pros abound
Flame vaulting acrid scent
One outstretched mitt
cloudy hood right behind
"you will be fine"
not even sure if it's mine
seconds ticking away
explosion that seized it today
Claimed these lives
on the earth they did lay
ascending brilliant light
Are eyes sealed exposed
perceiving what's right?
Sense soaring heavenward
a tranquil flight
no need to resist
While buoyant wafting
in a cool opaque mist
At last home free
beseeching those that I missed
Brushed against His Grace
her brows lightly been kissed
Blindly letting "us" oppress my spirit
I have put my happiness
under your directives
But the sky has tapped me on the
shoulder saying "come with us,
this is where you belong"
Aura expanding, lithe and flowing
sweet gifts of elements,
divine exhales of summer
Grounded, reaching, floating upwards,
songs of widened pathways;
portals of endless blues
And I stroll through this world with
freedom eyes, and I think and feel
as one unencumbered
If you want to find me, you must
let yourself soar, because I suddenly
remembered I can let myself out.
i thought i heard the tinkle
of the blue bell around your neck girl
i paused my creative trickle
to chase you
all around this property and that one
i hugged your mom
washed my hands
rolled up my sleeve
and you were still gone
into the cat ethers
you werent even meowing
how are we supposed to feed you
when you wont return the "HIIIIII!!!"
we yell at the expense of our own self-esteem
i opened all the doors for you
just to return and keep my seat
on that armchair warm
the only place you could have been
more removed from my line of sight
least advantageous to your keepers
most absent from your natural environment
least accommodating to our directives
the only place you could have been
curled up and purring
after all that???!
i had to get on my belly
to see you laughing at me
cool in your aunts room
"I FOUND HER!!!"
cat poem #743
T- Take all his rules and directives on board
H-Heed them well or he'll put you to the sword
E-Edicts he announces mustn't be ignored
S-Stay within the definition of his pit
I-Indent it into your mind's memory fit
T-Test not his patience nor his fab wit
E-Enter good work that will be a great hit
M-Mad as hell he'll become when he sees a bad post
O-Ousted you'll be if he doesn't like what you boast
N-Niggling him will obtain a certain kind of verbal roast
I-Irking his upright position means you'll be put on toast
T-Travel within the hallowed guidelines he prefers the most
O-Opposing him means debarment at a far flung coast
R-Riling him over his rule's will disappear you as a ghost
If (WO)men are the ones that suffer an exacerbated amount
Of the violence, the rape, the abuse, and everything that comes
with and from struggle and alienation;
it is because of their femininity that men at times
have come to believe that their contributions soften institutions.
That at times throughout history neither capitalism, neoliberalism nor revolutionary experiments like that of Cuba have placed femininity as compatible
with progress or resolution.
In which case femininity must be hidden, silenced, or displaced with no purpose or place to belong.
Thus everyone closely associated with this femininity such as homosexuals, transgendered (WO)men, and "effeminate" males, (ignoring, subverting and negating the lesbian identity because of their gender) have come to be marginalized by a structural system of exclusion.
(WO)men carrying the highest burden for originating the associative distinction
Homosexuals battling to find love by constantly having to assert their masculinity
Transgendered (Wo)men afraid of expressing their through identity.
Lesbians fighting to legitimize their own identity separate from the directives ascribed onto them by virtue of being born women.
Males who are labeled effeminate because of their sympathy toward those who struggle and are alienated.
And every other individual who refuses to deliver to give a marker to their identity and a degree to their femininity.
Hold fast in your femininity and embrace the rancor that society grants you
As a homosexual I speak with you brother and sister, not for you
Realize that our self-ascribed degrees of femininity and identity are as revolutionary and transformative, and thus necessary, as those of Che Guevara, Mohammed Ali, Harriet Tubman, or the Dali Lama.
That because we have decided to embrace our degrees of femininity, problematic to any movement, at one point or another, we have inadvertently decided to align our selves with those who are alienated the most by the systems in which they live.
So that in this way we must make our struggles deliberate and political. Let our degrees of femininity become legitimizing banners of solidarity for anyone who suffers in any corner of the world.