birth

birth

A Poem by chr66is

i float through the ethereal plane,

drifting back and forth

across the membrane that

separates my brain from the

universal mainframe, the

collective reservoir of

synergistic creative bliss,

the birthplace of every

poet and artist, of everyone

who’s been infected by

the madness to chase

inspiration into the dark

corners of their mind, who

persist no matter what they

might find, who resist the cries

to conform to standards of

normalcy with which they

do not agree and which

serve to rape imagination

and murder intuition by

rewarding mediocrity and

dissuading ingenuity, so

that we’ve become a nation

whose infatuation with

tv’s, celebrities, and killing

sprees has allowed us to

be put under a spell that

makes us sleep so deeply

that we can no longer

distinguish fantasy from

reality, so that we feel

closer to characters on

television shows than

we do our own family,

and we nap our way

through life with the

frustrating feeling that

something is not quite

right while we continue

to lose connection with

what’s real, with how

we actually feel rather

than being horrified that

we aren’t what we are told

we are supposed to be,

that we don’t live up to

expectations that are

imposed on us from all

sides since before the

time when our minds

could fend for themselves,

and we grow up in nice,

little boxes that are all the

same size and are all

stacked in neat, little

rows and lined up on the

shelves, but those molds

can be broken and we

can be freed from the

deadening of our spirit,

the suppression of our

individuality, and the

failure that inevitably

comes with success in

their system.  Re-think

what you know about

the world, what you

find important and vital

for your heart to soar

and your soul to thrive

every moment of your

life, or else you’re just

here, and you may as

well be dead because

you already are.

-CV

© 2008 chr66is


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I loved how you were so raw and emotional. I think you're so right, today's society has become so addicted to tv, celebrities, gossip and reality shows that sometimes we as individuals forget that our lives are still going. I think that it's important to understand the difference between fantasy and reality. Great Write!!!!

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chr66is
chr66is

St. Louis, MO



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39 year-old social worker, writer, musician, and visual artist. My interests include accessing the collective unconscious as often as possible, sobriety, poetry, yoga, indoor climbing, tattoos, readi.. more..

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