Think About It ~ OpenLinkNight
So tell me...whose life have you been living?
Could we take a moment...perhaps strip away
the dogma that has been taught to you?
Force fed on spoons and forks
that have never once left your mouth.
Who are you I ask, and without thought
like a perfectly timed reaction
you toss me a name. If it is unique
to who you are, then yes, perhaps
you are truly special. I prefer to see it
as the first attack. Who named you?
and who named this religion that
has shaped more than just your Sunday mornings?
I challenge you now, really let go
and let god. Not by Constantine's definition,
look beyond the Eye of Horus
to the divinity that was born
when you were. Already known,
forced to be forgotten at the hands
of agenda driven politicians
who planted the seemingly innocent mustard seed.
Let us look now, to every bit of history
that came through textbooks developed
by the man with the plan.
Every bias, every fear
fabricated to ensure complacency
Every discipline issue, learning problem
Medicated to breed foot soldiers
beaten down based on social status
placed on you by a 50 year old primary teacher
Whose only mission is to break you.
How much of who you are is based
on the village, the country you call home?
The teachers, the doctors, the friends
who make you feel less for your art?
Who brands you as odd because you
brave original thought? Every prescription
granted to quell your uniqueness
To make you fit better, to help you feel
normal. To better assign you to a worthwhile position
Within societal ranks....one where you won't hurt yourself.
And what of these rulers who expect you
to believe all they do is for you? While they replace
the batteries on the strings they use
to police the you you seem to think you are.
This "government" who knows you better than anyone
based on status, income, geography, kin
defining your usefulness, your contribution to a cause
you never knew you were marching for. Creating war
to keep you working, while lining silken pockets
One new fee, one new tax, one new devil at a time.
But don't forget...you've got their god on your side.
Now lets have some real fun
let's take away the borders...
restrictions based on conscription
invisible trade barriers control your movements indefinitely
ready with a whole new name for you
if you dare to cross the line. Ah, freedom
a wonderful thing to cherish.
Shall we take this experiment to the world?
Imagine we have all stripped away the trappings
of this supposed civilized society.
And let us look now to our true brothers and sisters
Nameless, ego less, penniless and with no country
Look into their eyes and in the reflection
See the true you looking back...the real you.
In the name of humanity, cut the god damn strings!
We are human beings, we matter, we have value
We are more than notches in political bedposts
Let the you that has been smothered...breathe.
Let the you that has been beaten...heal
Let the you that they have wanted fall away
to reveal the you, you were always meant to be.
Well...that was a marathon of words and my first rant of 2012....all in the name of OpenLinkNight at dVersePoets, where Brian Miller will be trying to keep all the poets in line. Resolve to Evolve dear friends, and let your words be heard. Bring them to the pub and we'll do our best to take them to the world...no borders here :) The party gets underway at 3pmEST Hope to see you there.
Could we take a moment...perhaps strip away
the dogma that has been taught to you?
Force fed on spoons and forks
that have never once left your mouth.
Who are you I ask, and without thought
like a perfectly timed reaction
you toss me a name. If it is unique
to who you are, then yes, perhaps
you are truly special. I prefer to see it
as the first attack. Who named you?
and who named this religion that
has shaped more than just your Sunday mornings?
I challenge you now, really let go
and let god. Not by Constantine's definition,
look beyond the Eye of Horus
to the divinity that was born
when you were. Already known,
forced to be forgotten at the hands
of agenda driven politicians
who planted the seemingly innocent mustard seed.
Let us look now, to every bit of history
that came through textbooks developed
by the man with the plan.
Every bias, every fear
fabricated to ensure complacency
Every discipline issue, learning problem
Medicated to breed foot soldiers
beaten down based on social status
placed on you by a 50 year old primary teacher
Whose only mission is to break you.
How much of who you are is based
on the village, the country you call home?
The teachers, the doctors, the friends
who make you feel less for your art?
Who brands you as odd because you
brave original thought? Every prescription
granted to quell your uniqueness
To make you fit better, to help you feel
normal. To better assign you to a worthwhile position
Within societal ranks....one where you won't hurt yourself.
And what of these rulers who expect you
to believe all they do is for you? While they replace
the batteries on the strings they use
to police the you you seem to think you are.
This "government" who knows you better than anyone
based on status, income, geography, kin
defining your usefulness, your contribution to a cause
you never knew you were marching for. Creating war
to keep you working, while lining silken pockets
One new fee, one new tax, one new devil at a time.
But don't forget...you've got their god on your side.
Now lets have some real fun
let's take away the borders...
restrictions based on conscription
invisible trade barriers control your movements indefinitely
ready with a whole new name for you
if you dare to cross the line. Ah, freedom
a wonderful thing to cherish.
Shall we take this experiment to the world?
Imagine we have all stripped away the trappings
of this supposed civilized society.
And let us look now to our true brothers and sisters
Nameless, ego less, penniless and with no country
Look into their eyes and in the reflection
See the true you looking back...the real you.
In the name of humanity, cut the god damn strings!
We are human beings, we matter, we have value
We are more than notches in political bedposts
Let the you that has been smothered...breathe.
Let the you that has been beaten...heal
Let the you that they have wanted fall away
to reveal the you, you were always meant to be.
Well...that was a marathon of words and my first rant of 2012....all in the name of OpenLinkNight at dVersePoets, where Brian Miller will be trying to keep all the poets in line. Resolve to Evolve dear friends, and let your words be heard. Bring them to the pub and we'll do our best to take them to the world...no borders here :) The party gets underway at 3pmEST Hope to see you there.
Comments
Who brands you as odd because you
brave original thought? Every prescription
AWESOME!
Happy 2012!!!
and is it really your birthday today...? why didn't FB tell me..? ha.. wishing you all the best tash - have fun, enjoy the day, let your fam hug and kiss you and eat LOTS of birthday cake...smiles..
And this is the best thing I've read from you so far. Off the charts!
Magnificent! I really like the part about the batteries that pull the strings -- nice image, Tash!
xo
And Happy Birthday to you ~ Cheers ~
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2012/01/03/look-me-in-the-eye-when-you-say-goodbye/
for the reasons you so perfectly spelled out in that there good poem..
Yes I am me!!
Let us look now, to every bit of history
that came through textbooks developed
by the man with the plan.
love this all through --- C.
socialization, acculturation, civilizationā¦.the pulpit of the politician. I guess there 'is' a 1984 with us.
this is a call of the wild from the wildā¦.to be natural, commonsensical and true to oneself.
a nice ranting-poem to read.
thanks for sharing tash.
happy birthday to tash
rhymes all come out in the wash
crawl under your skin
forget you nots
in the lines of lifes skein
poet stain on poet brain
crack the hardboiled egg
happy birthday dear tash
happy birthday to you
sorry, nirvana was playing in the background as i typed this so it got a little surreal...hope the birthday was great...smiles...
"...notches in political bedposts." This is great! I think many of us are beginning to feel that way with the onset of the US primary election season.
"look beyond...
to the divinity that was born
when you were."...
powerful stuff. way to kick this year into gear.
you have such a good...strong heart... i like to hear it beating :)
See the true you looking back...the real you." You said it sister!
Your rant makes good points. The individual needs to individuate, especially in your late teens or early 20s. After that, though, your new self-idenified social identity needs to find relationships that nurture that self and allow you the possibility of nurturing others, I believe. It is through cooperation that all of human society is made better for all.
So first, we must identity our own values, learn what it means to us to become beautiful, and do that. Then we need to learn the lessons of nurturing and connecting with others.
Later, it is very important to communicate your wisdom and truth to those who need to hear. You have certainly done that in this poem! Thanks.
Great work... very talented!
Let's take away the borders."
And all I can say is Amen...
I'm thinking about it right now!
your poem was on POINT!