The Man

 

Lavished, we laze

About the spread out crowds;

The sea of teens ablaze.

Watch that floating in the water,

Fortitude too;

All in the water.

 

Cherish thy world

Live out saccharine existence

In more than existence

But life,

Straying not in the distance.

 

Try hard to perceive this,

Remember your lines.

Now throw out your booklet,

Your worn paradigm.

 

It’s time for removal;

Self-righteous, benign

Medieval or modern.

 

Smoldered greens and melted powders for miles,

Choices and verdicts

No longer your exile.

But it’s time for removal

Of structure and status.

 

Was perception, a reverie

Order, my disdain?

Is contempt a delusion?

And love but a game?

 

 

Dreams are my reality;

Villain to orderly makeup.

 

 

In the light of the day

I’ll sit by the booth

Sipping wine, eating victuals

Throat closed around truth.

 

 

When the line of the streetlights

Is blurred into haze,

I will sip at champagne,

Smoking for days.

 

‘I am he as you are he

As you are me

And we are all together,’ they told us.

So cast regime,

Buildings and light bulbs

Away.

Let’s throw a volcanic ensemble together

And jump to the fields in mindful manner,

Remember your trances

And find your perception-less planet,

For place minus desirable virtue

Gives way to new outlook completely.

A place without pointless view

Gives way to an outlook anew.

 

What have you done?

What is it you’ve said?

Regardless, the limit of new days

Is none.

  

Regardless,

Regardless,

We’ll sit on our porches,

Wooden or plaster,

We’ll sit well on our decks,

Casting out papers and light bulbs and needles,

Climbing to buildings and thrashing them down

The sun, it will guide us

When archetypical patterns consume us

Like they always have.

 

But yielding to be agreeable to our senses

Will modern-day items appear.

If only we’ll touch upon the grassy side of the lot,

Giving way to the sunlight,

The dew drops so dear.

 

Only once we see that life is ‘but a dream within a dream’,

Masked by layers of metals and ores,

That close us in on wanting more,

Of synthetics and symmetry that does ill to truly change,

Of megapixels and coffee cups…

Only when the foggy lenses clear

From our view on the world,

Can we truly say that life is freedom

And consciousness matters,

And spirit is life.

 

Only when lamps are trivial 

And daylight is radiance…

Can we truly say, ‘F**k the man.’

Author's Note

this is about the hold on us that 'the man' so strongly has.
'fuck the man' is more than trying to be badass. it's not about going against society or rules, it's most certainly about doing what you think you can, what you think it alright because you believe that you're not harming either yourself or others.

i'll do what i like because i have a right if it's not interfering with the choices of others, because i know what i want to do, what i have to accomplish, and because no one ahs a right to take that away, regardless of 'law' and/or government. equality has nothing to do with age or standpoint regarding authority, and my life journey will not be disrupted by any one.

Reviews

[J.P.O.et]

You seem to be railing against our superficial nature as humans and society in general here which I like and respect thouroughly.� Really like the 6th verse and then the 7th with,'Dreams are my reality;Villain to orderly makeup.'
This is a nice break in the middle of the piece and really says so much more than meets the eye.
I think we're asking much of the multitudes to hope for a day when 'consciousness matters, And spirit is life.'
Sad as it is, people are taught to value monetarily, value things and physical beauty, as opposed to ideas and true spiritual beauty. 'Life' is valued according to your 'status' in the 'Structure' so to speak. I think I know what you are getting at and really respect your point of view. This one got me thinking and I thank you for that gift.

J.P.O.et

[Broken.]

f**k the man!! :D