Nov 2013
If I pour my heart into my poetry, will you actually take the time to listen to me?
Or will you attack it with the copy/paste button to fuel your cyber-based altruism.
Living vicariously through others you have shut the door to freedom of expression This isn’t a safe place any more; you’re not going to listen, just look for quotes
Because if this poem doesn’t explain itself in a few bars you won’t tune in
You want the poet to explain his art; the poet just wants you to turn on your brain
He wants you to feel the world not hear it explained in a few simple words
That sound good to your ears, and fuel your own opinion.
Stop looking for validation through quotes taken out of context, if you actually listen, you might actually learn.
I’ve had enough of false friends who want to stab me in the back any chance they get
To them I’m only acceptable if I sound just like them
A speaker on repeat is not what I want to be; the desire for truth burns within
Through conformity art dies if it’s not able to express its authentic self
But it’s alive in the pages of imagination written somewhere deep in your brain
It may be hard to see but I just want to believe that someone will listen
Long enough to hear the struggle in what I’m saying
I have doubts about God and the universe and whether I’m really sitting here
If creation is possible or if I am really just a manipulator
Of pre-existing realities; do you see my dilemma? Am I really a poet or just a fraud?
If I’m an artist I hope to be an arsonist because deconstruction
Is the only real form of creation; I can never be all I hope and dream
The iridescence of your face does not lend clarity
It just leaves me feeling like a disgrace.
If I strike the match and let it burn like a resemblance of what’s within
Birthed in fire, strong enough to melt stone but contained in a few words
But what good are words when reality’s fleeting?
My questions they writhe like serpents within me
Fear it wells at the sight of your nearness; I want to hold you away
Keep the feelings and emotions safely at bay
Thank you very much this wardrobe is closed; do not open this door
It is shut for a reason, not just a season.
Or will you attack it with the copy/paste button to fuel your cyber-based altruism.
Living vicariously through others you have shut the door to freedom of expression This isn’t a safe place any more; you’re not going to listen, just look for quotes
Because if this poem doesn’t explain itself in a few bars you won’t tune in
You want the poet to explain his art; the poet just wants you to turn on your brain
He wants you to feel the world not hear it explained in a few simple words
That sound good to your ears, and fuel your own opinion.
Stop looking for validation through quotes taken out of context, if you actually listen, you might actually learn.
I’ve had enough of false friends who want to stab me in the back any chance they get
To them I’m only acceptable if I sound just like them
A speaker on repeat is not what I want to be; the desire for truth burns within
Through conformity art dies if it’s not able to express its authentic self
But it’s alive in the pages of imagination written somewhere deep in your brain
It may be hard to see but I just want to believe that someone will listen
Long enough to hear the struggle in what I’m saying
I have doubts about God and the universe and whether I’m really sitting here
If creation is possible or if I am really just a manipulator
Of pre-existing realities; do you see my dilemma? Am I really a poet or just a fraud?
If I’m an artist I hope to be an arsonist because deconstruction
Is the only real form of creation; I can never be all I hope and dream
The iridescence of your face does not lend clarity
It just leaves me feeling like a disgrace.
If I strike the match and let it burn like a resemblance of what’s within
Birthed in fire, strong enough to melt stone but contained in a few words
But what good are words when reality’s fleeting?
My questions they writhe like serpents within me
Fear it wells at the sight of your nearness; I want to hold you away
Keep the feelings and emotions safely at bay
Thank you very much this wardrobe is closed; do not open this door
It is shut for a reason, not just a season.
