(Who wants to steal my life when I want to live a little?)
You know one can be made to feel
so alien, that one becomes a stranger
to oneself. Call it peer pressure, that one
handled so well all along(!); until an imposing
system got one’s thorax caught in wanton suffocation!
One thought that all the petals of sacrifice
never wilted in ones secluded garden for
eternity, but now for the gross infringement!
Yet, some are shouting: Encore! And some are
beseeching one to stop! Some are falsifying-alleging
at one’s mental health, swearing to incarcerate you;
for ones being an eternal dancing dervish,
spinning on one’s feet, arms widespread in rotations
and revolutions; all this dizzy pain, not just for ones
own sake, but to salvage other people’s souls!
And when does one stop(?), when something keeps
telling one to be untired by one’s sheer will, despite
one’s extreme tiredness…To be a source with spirit
still left in it, when all its wherewithal has exhausted!
Does one wish to tell them, at times, one feels so cut up
that the tiger in you wants to even frazzle out from being
paper! Yes, they couldn’t see the `gem’iness of your genesis
and pursuits when they left you beleaguered for an eternity!
How is an innocent left to languish in a prison for so long?
But one has no regrets! Are they still placing bets on all
things yours, those abduction-intentioned creeps, fighting over
your vestments, after they’ve stripped you to scourge you?
One knows profoundly Left from Right; Wickedness from
Righteousness; but for the caper of treachery that compels
one to be abrogatory of one’s own and cause one’s immense toiled
constructs to self-destruct! So, whom does one remind that the
wealth of falsehoods is much better without reach? Are they
listening when one tells them implicitly that what’s due forward
or backward is just an eerie strange vacuous monstrous Age
if it is hijacked between one evil or the other. There is no forward,
no backward, then, and I certainly don’t want to stay put; my filaments
rather dissipate in disgust! So, should I stop this crazy rock and roll;
dispossess the older honky-tonk and renounce the future AI-tronic
musical junk! Then, should I just wish for death; like a tree whose
only destiny is to be cruelly sawn off? What is living, if death seems
the only way out?! When, each time the flower tries to live, it only
risks being `vazed in’ by the body grabbers and rapiners for their own ends!
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