Would you die for your cause?
There is no cause
for this: the
only
cause to die for
is living.
We, as a collective: so
serious-minded.
These trillion-ton thoughts that
lie
within
the individual, as well,
floor us.
But we speak in jokes/
anecdotes,
for fear of one another’s
ridiculously high disapproval-rates. I don’t want validation through
some occupation
or sensation on the map of famed,
framed aesthetic
Nothings.
I have been validated
unintentionally
because circumstances
have always preceded me.
That is how
a shelf-work for ‘self’ is made:
This is the framework,
the frame.
We never get rid of
where we’ve been made.
It builds this core that
guides one’s morality;
these are the shelves
where the ‘self’
is grown.
Not within the values we are taught that are ‘right.’
I believe we are ‘good’
inherently;
and I reject
all these systems imposed upon We.
Because we already have all our pieces from birth.
We remember our pasts, but
we move from these mindsets,
always into the moments,
which is why we’re just shelving:
Unique storage-systems
for emotional, logical, and psychological sorting.
It is up to us
to plug in the content.
You do not buy a bookshelf for nothing.
Or any beautiful, elaborate cabinet.
You learn to keep the shelves
organized (customized)
according to your personal needs.
NOT the requirements/demands of others:
it is for your OWN access.
Dependent on your own process.
We are taught not
to speak
the things that we mean,
so the truly honest man
is a Freak.
And what I mean are these
socially-accepted ‘multiple faces’
meant to keep us hidden,
publicly:
‘Real’ is just Make-Believe.
We cannot change the
MOST blinded Majority: the
part of the Living World that has fallen asleep.
They just want to be left to be.
I guess then
this is the cause to die for.
Not really die, really just
strive toward:
To emerge from a mass
as a face
with a mouth
and some say
because things have to change…
We need to be
rearranged
into a mass
with a majority that remembers
and feels
the position of all others,
always.
But we have to go piece-meal:
one-by-one—
like how rain-drops
fill a bucket up.
-clw
7-9-17
