"conformer" poems
Walking through the hard, cold doors
Stepping on the hard, cold floors
with bare feet
and a silk gown
feeling as if in The Twilight Zone
or atleast way, far out of town
the nurse tells me to lie down
and she'll be right back around
with the
sterilizer
tranquilizer
poison
mind killer
thought thief
universal conformer
or simply
shot
with a monotone, passionless voice,
she tells me it'll all be over soon,
and I'll be just like the rest of them,
no free will after the injection
I try to scream and protest
but nothing comes out
I don't want this idiocity
oh why won't she hear me
why won't she listen
I'm not like the others
I can't be
I think
I read
I feel
It's against everything they believe in
Running down the halls
faster than their fake faces can
out the paper thin, mirror doors,
leading to a courtyard of
plastic trees &
plastic benches &
plastic people
doing plastic things like
looking in the many mirrors placed everywhere &
talking with no end
I refuse to be one of their barbie dolls
I'll go where my feet take me
and never stop
running
or thinking
or reading
or feeling
or going against them
because what a wonderful thing it is to have a vivid mind
they can't take that away
not now
not ever
my mind is my vice
leaving me vulnerable, yet powerful
But if it's wrong to have a mind,
please let me die along with my injustices
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
My Regeneration.
Take care fellow traveller
when walking with me.
Wayward from now is my new destiny.
This is no powder-puffed
genteel lass today.
No more the simple or simpering lady.
Regeneration opened
love's door to fresh air.
The former conformer is no longer there.
No scrap of convention
is found in my freedom.
Life is a better place to be, now I am me.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
So Are You A Conformer...
Or A... Gangster Shot Caller... ?
Or The Type of Fast Talker...
Whose Talk Walks With Porters...
Or In Other Words Those...
Who Serve Those On Thrones...
And DON'T Walk The Walk...
of... All Their BIG Talk... !?!
Cos' It’s Clear Now That MANY...
Like To Talk Like Their Ready...
To Make Things Unsteady...
When It Comes To Our Lives...
And These Leaders Who Lie...
And Leave People Downsized...
So Of Course Run Their Gums...
About Being... " TOUGH "...
And How They'’ll Stand Up...
To Modern Systems...
... Until Money Comes... ?!?
And Then They CONFORM...
To... Walking The Walk...
of Clowning Like MORK... !?!
Or Souls Who’ve Been BOUGHT... !!!
Now I’m NOT Gonna Lie...
l’ve Conformed In My Life...
Simply To Survive...
But NOT To Make Money...
To Live Life... CORRUPTLY...
Cos' People Act Funny...
To Run With The Chumps...
Who Run Governments...
As Well As The Punks...
Within... Entertainment... !!!
Who Conform To Do Stuff...
That Clearly Corrupts...
Just Like Our Leaders...
And The Money They Love... !!!
A Thing That Makes Some...
Embrace Taking Drugs...
And Forsake What They CLAIM...
To Behave Like A Stray...
Whose Veered Off The Straight...
To Bend Like Chicanes...
And Start To Act Strange... !?!
It’s The Way of Today...
CONFORMING Away...
To New Gender Ways...
And This New Virus Strain...
That’s Caused Many Pain...
And Forced Us To Play...
The Masking Up Game... !?!
And YES I Mean ME...
Conforming To Please...
But Mainly To FEED...
And Avoid These Police...
And Having To Pay...
A Fine Or Face Jail... !!!
Because OBVIOUSLY...
I’d Rather Be FREE...
Than Face Life In Prison...
And Being Conditioned...
By Those Who ARE Villains... !!!
So CERTAIN Conformers...
Should Cut Their Talk Shorter...
Instead of Make CLAIMS...
That REBELLIOUS Ways...
Seem To Get Locked Away...
When THEY Are The Ones...
Who’ve Let Money Become...
What CONTROLS How They Live...
So Are Quick To Submit...
To New Age Politricks’...
That Shut Down Businesses... !!!
That Right Just Like THEIRS...
Because They’ve Conformed...
To Levels of Thought...
Where Cash Is The Source...
of Talk That They Court...
That Helps Them Breathe Air... ?!?
CONFORMING To Think...
In Ways That Are Linked...
To Something That STINKS... !!!
That’s RIGHT CONFORMISTS...
Who Are Clearly TOO QUICK...
To Start RUNNING THEIR LIPS... !!!
Like A Fast Mouthed Dumb Kid...
Who Cannot Raise A Fist...
Just Like John Carlos Did... !!!
A TRUE NON-Conformist... !!!
Now I’m NOTHING Like Him... !!!
But I THINK And RESIST...
Conforming Through Scripts...
And Poems I Bring...
Cos’ I’m NOT A Performer...
A Big Money Baller...
Or Gangster Shot Caller... !!!
But I Am A STRAIGHT Talker...
Whose Really NOT DOWN With...
All These NEW AGE...
..... “ Conformers “.....
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:01 PM UTC
Ô mon enfant, tu vois, je me soumets.
Fais comme moi : vis du monde éloignée ;
Heureuse ? non ; triomphante ? jamais.
-- Résignée ! --
Sois bonne et douce, et lève un front pieux.
Comme le jour dans les cieux met sa flamme,
Toi, mon enfant, dans l'azur de tes yeux
Mets ton âme !
Nul n'est heureux et nul n'est triomphant.
L'heure est pour tous une chose incomplète ;
L'heure est une ombre, et notre vie, enfant,
En est faite.
Oui, de leur sort tous les hommes sont las.
Pour être heureux, à tous, -- destin morose !
Tout a manqué. Tout, c'est-à-dire, hélas !
Peu de chose.
Ce peu de chose est ce que, pour sa part,
Dans l'univers chacun cherche et désire :
Un mot, un nom, un peu d'or, un regard,
Un sourire !
La gaîté manque au grand roi sans amours ;
La goutte d'eau manque au désert immense.
L'homme est un puits où le vide toujours
Recommence.
Vois ces penseurs que nous divinisons,
Vois ces héros dont les fronts nous dominent,
Noms dont toujours nos sombres horizons
S'illuminent !
Après avoir, comme fait un flambeau,
Ébloui tout de leurs rayons sans nombre,
Ils sont allés chercher dans le tombeau
Un peu d'ombre.
Le ciel, qui sait nos maux et nos douleurs,
Prend en pitié nos jours vains et sonores.
Chaque matin, il baigne de ses pleurs
Nos aurores.
Dieu nous éclaire, à chacun de nos pas,
Sur ce qu'il est et sur ce que nous sommes ;
Une loi sort des choses d'ici-bas,
Et des hommes !
Cette loi sainte, il faut s'y conformer.
Et la voici, toute âme y peut atteindre :
Ne rien haïr, mon enfant ; tout aimer,
Ou tout plaindre !
Paris, octobre 1842.
665
My efforts are strong and faithful.
I await for my spotlight.
To shine upon me and end the skeptic's rant.
On how "I cannot do everything" and often ignore my "delightful"
Ways to entertain and to brighten "their ways out of the darkness of failure"
to the bright light of success' care?!"
What is the key to open up a door to be an equal part of "their life?"
Instead of a loner in a "non-conformer's" quiet realm?
While Working His Tools, from his inventive ideas...
as so too, the name and his works......
Made into babbling loonie created poppycock..
The "Normal's" tagged just "humor" of the likes of Leonardo Da-vinchi
As I bang my creations, part by part, together to a miracle....
as this "hero of mine" inspires me through my dark and present unseen "creativity."
Must it always be an art form as defined by those "Eccentric Critiques" so well known for what is to be, "Amazing?!"
Wasn't it my other hero, "Andy Warhol," who placed Soda Cans in piles to reveal his defining vision of our beloved "Marylin Monroe?!"
Yes!!!
It wasn't until "out of the ashes of the end of his existence" that finally defined him the right as a new "form" of "art" that has now,justly been defined, as a "Must-show?!"
My Uniqueness is a way of life.
I'm no "Copy-Cat."
Inside my work shop, don't I need a view or a peer from "someone?!"
To inwardly show to the world...
a glass of wine, " a toast to my life's creations," to be brought to the surface from this "lake" of "Creators?!"
I, as the newer and redefining "special recipe art vat?!"
"YES!"
Producing a bold and new flavor to the palates of the taste of the "Art's Highest."
I should think of my Creative "Galleries" to be "worthy of a footstep and a light shine.."
on my "Newest of the Unique Human Artistic Existence?!"
A Toast to that Up-Coming Future!
As my other inspirational heroes once proclaimed, in his artistic words, "To Be...."
"Or not to be...That is The Question!"
As I gaze at his,and also his other brethren of an "almost the never was," art spirit's "legends.... "
their after-life speaks to me of spirited and powerfully lit advice and placement....
My future and hard work... "Staying Rebellious and Unique"
I shall have guaranteed my legend's entry...
Into the galleries of "a newer history..."
Their advice I truly live by -" I am not only what I Chose to be..."
"I choose to be 'me,' 'truly','creatively, 'and 'worthy' of becoming the 'truer' and 'more uniquely' defined 'artistic' legend
Who is simply named as...
"free!"
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC