America

A word in the ear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                     I lived in Los Angeles in '83

                                    A desert, in relation to my tropical trees

                                    But it grew on me in the first summer

                                    And I realized, I had been in a sense, a blighter.

 

                                    Until then, it was the old school tie

                                    Of Britain and its marvelous wiles

                                    Till an argument regarding my ulcer

                                    Prompted me into a makeover.

 

                                    What can I say about such a step, major

                                    That it made sense, more than I prefer

                                    That there's more freedom than repeating a mantra

                                    Or of Puranas that sing of bygone eras.

 

                                    Freedom is not an escape, nor worn like a cape

                                    It’s a statement made, in a muddle of ancient sakes

                                    It seeks not to affirm the blight

                                    But tests past thoughts, in a new light.

 

                                    Told a friend I loved the westerns

                                    So he brought me to see a guy in Preston

                                    Got to handle my first colt revolver

                                    Proved the American adage,'get involved buddy!'

 

                                    Broadway grappled with my way for a while

                                    And I figured for a time that I'd lost my trail

                                    The I pulled the pillars of Hercules together

                                    To include in my meals, a cheeseburger.

 

                                    Posterity may someday come to pose

                                    That one man grabbed change by the nose

                                    And shared with it the sense of the gnosis

                                    In the name of man and the world, as we know it.

                                   

Reviews

[Sagar Waingankar]

Purity of mind recognizes us. Yes there's more freedom than repeating a mantra, just like, mind is peaceful with no alternative thoughts about God. This is a pleasant write!

[alegria]

nice write:)) keep writin:)) really well written:)

[Muse]

American muscle car...always will be one of the many metaphors for the American dream.

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Good write..!!!