to those who suggest that I tune into local programming and live a life that's considered routine and formal
Worship a manufactured god
Bleed me through taxes retire me at sixty something and sit back and wait to die is what they claim as being normal
Nah baby no yellow brick road for me cause I'm steppin off into the forbidden forest and I'm gonna spark and blaze my own trail
Illuminate my own path with the fire of my uncanny desires which pour from a place I store deep down within my own wholly grail
Roaming through the wildness of thought and tip toeing on the edge of the unexpected always keeping my awareness open to a random universe
Pursuing altered states while I meditate with my mind clicking from channel to infinite channel with no numbers to tell me what came last or what came first or when the world shall end
If I sound like Charlie Brown's teacher to you it's only because I'm speaking in braille so pardon me if you can't feel the vibe or ride my flow
This message is intended for the kindred spirits that are in tune to hear it for these brothers and sisters come from the same abstract tribe
So hop on the back of my untamed verbs and hold tight while my verses buck like a bull for sixty seconds against this onslaught of conformity
As the brainwashed are put in spin cycle and hung out to dry over that pond of purgatory with their senses numb to Creation's enormity
Unaware or without a care that the thought police are performing a global mental vasectomy throwing the collective into one grand melting pot
Because they live in perpetual fear of the two words that will free anyone who dare to invoke and instill them into their souls and these words are ?Why Not?
Why not take that risk and walk that line on the boarder of genius and insanity and unlock the mysteries that lay hidden somewhere in between
I mean if we are only using ten percent of our brains then that can only mean ninety percent of our universe remains untapped and unseen
So that makes ninety percent of the lives we live now pure bullshit I know you can feel it that's why I say here and now F**k the norm!
As I embrace that brainstorm becoming a cosmic surfer on the rings of Saturn and bearing witness to the beginning of my new astral shape as it takes form
Forming new thoughts that will scratch the surface of my consciousness with better questions and peel back the veil of my true memories
Yeah man no more yellow brick road for me I gotta spark and blaze cause I'm sick and tired of listening to this man go on and on about his stories
"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
~ Sir Cecil Beaton
poem was inspired in part by the quote above and the main pic please be sure to see full view thanks
title changed but still not happy with it lol
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Loved this! I have always been one to stray away from the norm and be myself, and I was always berated or looked upon as a freak because of it. But I honestly never cared, and I still continue to be myself regardless of what anyone says. It's too much of a waste to let the government brainwash us and draw us in, too short for us not to be ourselves and let our true thoughts be heard.
I love this poem! The line "no more yellow brick road for me" is fantastic and it really sums up the whole poem and I think you can only really understand it if you have strayed from that road and paved your own, away from what society expects from you...and let's not forget that history is full of people that questioned "why not" e.g Rosa Parks.
This reminds me so much of one of my favourite quotes by George Bernard Shaw "You see things; and you say ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say ‘Why not?". Absolutely amazing piece!
definitely one of your best it is powerful and moving had me right there with you a very cleaver and slightly humorous write Im always in awe of your breathtaking poetry
Excellent! One of your best love! :)
We are so conditioned in these times, mind you...I think we always have been, false times where lies, greed and power breed more lies and greed...
Great poem love, profound! xoxo
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