Freedom To Ask

... yes a rant - about our freedoms ....

In which underhanded incantation of how one must live
did we create what lay laughing apathetically before us?

'This is life' we chant
'This is life' we cheer
Oh come on fools!
As a society we have chosen to
Imprison ourselves permanently behind cold steel bars
Imagining possibilities but denying ourselves the opportunity
Observing at a distance the underlying moral code
waving at us in condescension, laughing quite hysterically
at our banal interpretation of how one must live

Easy it is to blame society
I place the blame on you -
you sold your soul
I hoped you fetched a worthy price
the buyer now flits in and out of freedoms that were once your own

Order, order!
There must be an aim for unequivocal order
Restraint for those who aspire to scratch the protected surface of the 'system'
Oh yes, just 'scratch the surface'
We all know big brother's chameleon is perched on every shoulder
Shhhhhh!
You must never embark on the road of questioning .....
Never ask why we must remain as caged birds ever seeking the freedom of flight?
For you will be
Chopped down, as quickly and as silently as a machete at task in a lonely poppy field

The system has grown too strong for the tiny whispers to be heard
Yet, collectively those tiny whispers could indeed
breathe new imaginings into this dreary, clouded mechanical state of existence
Is it the collective that pierces the heart with the ancient sword of fear?

Those who posses the power of change
are too busy bowing in a river of false courtesies
too frightened to lose the vote to reclaim the chair
where they are manhandled as the marionettes they choose to be
Warriors seem like a long ago myth,
their stories are dying as we now have no ability to compare them with belief

'This is life' you say
When the very thing called economics, driving every nation
we cannot feel, we cannot touch
yet it possesses every last gasp of air in the here and now
Suffocating us with the desire the need to want more, more, more
To bathe in a luxury of fulfilling our overstated material desires
Never to understand 'when is enough'

It's all a distraction you know
Yes
That's what I said
A Distraction!
Each of us is on our own journey to freedom
Yet we get distracted by the illusion
We choose to sing on the clouds of 'look at me, look what I have'
Waving eagerly to those wanting a taste of our self defining purchases

Funny it seems that it is only us humans who are distracted by the trivial
Nature continues on, asking for naught.

Are we scared,
Scared to step off of the carefully painted white line of sanity
drawn out by those who say
'Follow me, I may not know the way, but nevertheless follow me blindly.'
Following rules with such precision we have forgotten who we really are
Looking in the mirror
we see only the multiple layers of conditioning suffocating our beings
Conditioning cast upon us by those who are supposed to love us,
Adopted by many generations of culture and tradition
As if carved, shaped, buffed and polished to fit right where we belong
in this ethnosphere of the infinite imaginings that we have become

Freedoms we scream!
We in first world countries feel the luck of being born into stability
Silently witnessing those with ribs jutting out of chests in askance of food
Quietly observing from afar the trials of those we consider less fortunate -
Those who must find strength to fight simply to endure our rules each day
just to even consider themselves to be living
ever remaining with unseen hope and faith,
they are lucky
hope and faith may be purchased for free

How much more freedom do we possess than those with nothing but the hope?
None
That's right none
Placing ourselves in our own bondages of wanting and greed
Choosing to whine and complain in the hope
It will replace the boredom within the mundane
Accepting to run incessantly like a mouse in a wheel
not knowing, understanding, or questioning how to
get off this treadmill that we choose to call life
Buffeted along like a herdsman tending his cattle
Only to be rewarded with another fenced paddock after the days journey

We don't fight
The passion is there
We can all feel it
It is begging to be refueled, lit, encouraged
opened to the winds to create a firestorm of LIFE
Yes life!
Life was never intended to be kept in a little brown box locked up under your bed
Bought out only for special occasions.
Quick, hide it away!
The idea of seeing what may be possible tires me out just thinking about it -
Ahhh - Bring me a scotch, make it a double.

If only we choose to drop our fears
Know ourselves,
for the first time get aquatinted with the real you
A confrontation of sorts
face to face
with you
warts and all
misgivings, virtues
the beauty, the beast
It's all within us
All of it

Surely when one meets their true self
on a personal level
we can begin to understand
our own freedom
Sensing
that all we are required to do is
bequeath one's own wisdoms to self
Allowing us to bellow and roar
in unrelenting laughter
at the simplicity in knowing
freedom was here all along
We just needed find the time to ask

Reviews

[Justin]

that was really good, i like how it is set up, awesome style ;)

[KWP]

yeah - that right there is what makes me tick ... :) x x thanks my friend ...

[Simran Kewlani]

Must say, that was a long and amazing poem. Your words have got the charm that never let the reader get bored. Keep it up, girl. :)

[KWP]

:-) thanks for reading chick .... I just read it over .... Man it IS long xxxx

[Simran Kewlani]

Haha! Glad you actually realized that. :0

[A. Amos]

First of all Happy Easter my dear, great rant and i'm with you on this one...

[KWP]

thanks for reading as always my friend much appreciated x

[Coyote Poetry]

"Never to understand 'when is enough'
It's all a distraction you know
Yes"
You put a lot into the poem. Type of poem you need a lot of coffee and time to discuss. I agree with the lines above. Old wise and dead leaders of the past warned us. "Greed of rich nations will steal from the poor to maintain." Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[KWP]

And thank you for enduring the ride ... It's true, either a cup of coffee or glass of wine and time required for this one ... X x love to ya x x

[Frieda P]

Whoa! Don't be blaming me Betty sass mouth, I'm with you 100% on this one, you sure can give lip service girl....the system needs a few good lashings, go you....! Excellent rant. Luv ya chick. ;) xo

[KWP]

Hey Chikky Chick ... I commend you on reading this through to the end ... I was trying to remember what thought sparked this one ... Hmmmm ... I dunno I guess sometimes I wish people would just rise up and remember the good all around instead of complaining about what should be, could be . Love ya right back gorgeous one xxx

[Frieda P]

Ha I wasn't gonna dare complain about the length after your tirade. ;-) Everyone should read this one, so true, rant away, I'm with you all the way, athough I know I've been an offender lately. xo

[KWP]

Well, it happens this be true .. But this life is shorter than we ever imagined, what can we lose if we choose to dare ? Beautiful day this side ... Sending love x

[Frieda P]

So very true, I lost two friends under a two week time period, one was only 35, and she died in childbirth, you just never know. Sending love right back atcha. xo