Like A Rolling Stone

Like A Rolling Stone

A Poem by Author Wisdomoon

Thoughts drift through mindset..
And I think..
What would it be like..
To say f**k it to the normality
That consists of everyday..
I look at my sleeping seeds..
And say to myself..
They deserve more..
Then this everyday bullshit a*s reality..
I wanna throw a peace sign up..
And kiss America…goodbye…
Flee to Canada in a hippie bus..
Drain my bank account..
And backpack across Europe..
I wanna see the world..
There is so much more out there..
Then what the average American eye
Sees on a daily basis..
My children..are not just that..
They are flower children..
With daisy’s strung through
Their curls..
Their toes need to sift through sand..
On a beach In Chili…or Argentina..
Better yet…travel the Brazilian Highlands..
I want them to be right next to me, while
I stomp the ground of the white house..
In an anti war protest..
I want my 8 year old to place a daisy
In the barrel of a marines gun..
And for the first time show him…
What peace means to a child..
And my 11 year old deserves to know
That there is more then bootie shaken songs
And video w****s..and mainstream rap..
That is why I blast my Bob Dylan for her..
While she rides in the back of my gas guzzler..
So she knows…that America is at war..
With not only Irac..but ourselves..
And I want my 1 year old to feel the
Water of Jamaica surround her soul..
For those are her roots..
There is so much more to Egypt then
What they teach in books..
My seeds deserve to purify their souls..
In the Nile River and wash away..
The toxins..that America has sewn into their hearts
The only thing keeping me stuck..
Is myself….I come from generations of liberated
Women who fought for their rights..
So why should I..
Stay grounded in a society..
That does not want me.
I want to be free…
To sing..w/ Dylan..

“how does it feeeel
to be on your own,
with no direction home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone”

© 2009 Author Wisdomoon


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Amen, well done, How does it feel , to be on your own. with not direction home, like a complete unknown..I always loved that line..I used to tell people I divorced my first husband because he hated Bob Dylan and Hippies.. and to an extent it wad true.. he had to hate a little part of me as well..Wherever you are at this moment be in the moment .. it's important so that you can actually enjoy the freedom..I hope you will always live the kind of life discribed in your poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Amen, well done, How does it feel , to be on your own. with not direction home, like a complete unknown..I always loved that line..I used to tell people I divorced my first husband because he hated Bob Dylan and Hippies.. and to an extent it wad true.. he had to hate a little part of me as well..Wherever you are at this moment be in the moment .. it's important so that you can actually enjoy the freedom..I hope you will always live the kind of life discribed in your poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so strong and good
jkeep it up

check this video out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40DYjLU9YEc

Posted 15 Years Ago


Very nice, keep up the good work!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Author Wisdomoon
Author Wisdomoon

Phoenix by way of the San Francisco Bay Area, AZ



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I'm a published author with my first book due out at the end of next month entitled, "The Streets Don't Love You" published through My Time Publications. It's an urban fiction novel with a hint of a l.. more..

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