It Is My Wish To Be Feral

It Is My Wish To Be Feral

A Poem by S.S.P.
"

a poem for "the others", the real and the few that still possess truth. June 28, 2009

"

self imposed safety mechanisms

the fleeing of faux freedoms

rounding corners to fit an ellipse

circle trades a soul for an effigy star

while the straightest edges struggle with convictions

their own versus the states

 

can you calculate the value of the most basic truth?

i can not.

for i wish to be feral in a worldwide house of blades

free of circles, doors and machiavelli's

to be

the base me

connoisseur of the filthy and free.

© 2009 S.S.P.


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

I'll drink a toast to these sentiments! The restrictions that bind us most are the shackles we place on ourselves- the slave morality of divine destiny permeates our existence and is now being replaced with consumerism as the expression of 'citenship'- 'free speech for the muted, justice for the blind, hearing polluted by the politicians kind!' nice one, spence

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

I like this. Very much. I can neither add nor detract from the truth you've drawn here..

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"What was the value of four Vietnam vets playing poker every afternoon in front of the Spanish market on Glendale Boulevard, making their move with a greasy deck missing a queen and a five? Maybe the world depended on them, maybe they were the Fates, or the Graces. Cezanne would have drawn them in charcoal. Van Gogh would have painted himself among them" -J Fitch

We set ourselves free when we choose to see what we try not to see, every day. It takes a lot of courage to face life this way. But who knows the value tapped within?



Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Damn S.S. i might not like your name much but i can't get enough of your poetry another great piece. great job keep it up.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I would say this piece stands better as a mission statement than a poem. I LOVE the phrase:

connoisseur of the filthy and free...

that felt a little reminiscent of Burroughs or Thompson.
I wished the poem had given me some imagery as to what that is. Does it involve needles and pornography or sailors or ???? it definitely sparked my intrigue, which made me sad that it ended with that line. onward

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I'll drink a toast to these sentiments! The restrictions that bind us most are the shackles we place on ourselves- the slave morality of divine destiny permeates our existence and is now being replaced with consumerism as the expression of 'citenship'- 'free speech for the muted, justice for the blind, hearing polluted by the politicians kind!' nice one, spence

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

193 Views
5 Reviews
Rating
Added on June 29, 2009
Last Updated on July 3, 2009

Author

S.S.P.
S.S.P.

SouthWest, VA



About
36 y/o going on 90, here now, gotta do something to keep the next half interesting. Aside from the poems I am also a failed musician, artist and capitalist. Feel free to write if you like, i'm only .. more..

Writing
untitled untitled

A Poem by S.S.P.



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..