Well that last posting was really prompted by the fact that I found my old poetry book that an ex had given me for a birthday and that I filled with some of the poems I was working on in Radford when I was goin there. I remember going to this coffee house there every tuesday to read my new stuff like some of my heros of the time Jack Kerouac, etc. It felt like the True pinnacle of a "college experience" for me. Of Course one night I had decided to memorize one of my newest poems and recite it straight from my head, it was a long one and I practiced a whole week to get it right. The night of the open mic I ended up smoking a bunch of opium with some friends on campus and then left to do the open mic at the coffee house. If I had occasion to be nervous that night the opium helped to relax me. Any way my time at the mic came and I remember looking out at the crowd, small room but packed tight with a bunch of people standing, and began my poem, and soon all the people faded to blackness and all sound but that of my voice remained, I was in a spotlight surrounded by pure blackness. The poem is as follows:
WAKE UP! All you fools who choose to lose yourself to the churning burning passions this world obscures behind the facade and charade that continues and continues to numb the senses to the fences that those faceless, aimless, pointless, and heartless creatures have built to oppress you. Royal blue, not for any of you. None of us should choose to trust those who must continue to dilute our spirit, pollute our lives and shoot our dreams, floating it seems, high in the sky, where I might find the truth which is proof that something has gone aloof with our society, which looks so pretty, yet if we scratch beneath the surface we'd be shocked by the mangled and tangled face of corruption that is coroding and foreboding of our future, which is sure to be contaminated by the laminated personalities that now hold office.
The old way is out curse for it will stay in the hearts of the few who refuse to open their minds to the lines of reason we've been dropping. Walking the streets I see the mindless faces staring into spaces that only they can see, and I wonder where.....where will they be when the fighting begins. Soon the sins and the grins of our oppressors will be washed and pushed from our sight, and no matter what you've heard of our plight we shall win the night! Look at you little boy blue with your badge and your gun to help you in your mission to take my generation and make it a nation of mindless drones living in your zones of power, our time has come my friends and some of you will not make it through but you must remember that when that cold and dark December day comes they will be the ones to surrender and we will render them poweless to our prowess of knowledge and wisdom which has been our weapon all along. And in the throng of celebration that is when we will create a new nation which will complete the cycle of Creation. I never could tell 'till now how much war is Hell.
And as I finished those last lines I was still in the spotlight with darkness all around me and no sound but slowly the vision of the audience in front of me came back into focus and I saw people clapping and standing up but I could not hear them and then as if someone slowly turned the volume up on a stereo the sound of their clapping came back to me and the reality of the whole situation came to me,
These people actually LIKED what I said and were Cheering for me! I couldn't believe it and I still can't find the words to describe what that feels like but I swore that day that I would work my whole life if I had to, in order to get that feeling back. Anyway this evenings posting is really only for me cause I know nobody else will ever see this but I just had to put this up here, or anywhere for that matter, cause I miss that person, that guy I used to be and I need to work harder to get him to come back to me, If that makes any sense at all. I guess a better way of saying this would be that I wish I could tap into that creativity and insight that I had when I was younger and cooler I guess...........Wow I have rambled on for quite some time, I guess that is the downfall of being a storyteller.....G'nite everyone, or anyone out there who is listening.
"Is the anybody ......out there?"
WAKE UP! All you fools who choose to lose yourself to the churning burning passions this world obscures behind the facade and charade that continues and continues to numb the senses to the fences that those faceless, aimless, pointless, and heartless creatures have built to oppress you. Royal blue, not for any of you. None of us should choose to trust those who must continue to dilute our spirit, pollute our lives and shoot our dreams, floating it seems, high in the sky, where I might find the truth which is proof that something has gone aloof with our society, which looks so pretty, yet if we scratch beneath the surface we'd be shocked by the mangled and tangled face of corruption that is coroding and foreboding of our future, which is sure to be contaminated by the laminated personalities that now hold office.
The old way is out curse for it will stay in the hearts of the few who refuse to open their minds to the lines of reason we've been dropping. Walking the streets I see the mindless faces staring into spaces that only they can see, and I wonder where.....where will they be when the fighting begins. Soon the sins and the grins of our oppressors will be washed and pushed from our sight, and no matter what you've heard of our plight we shall win the night! Look at you little boy blue with your badge and your gun to help you in your mission to take my generation and make it a nation of mindless drones living in your zones of power, our time has come my friends and some of you will not make it through but you must remember that when that cold and dark December day comes they will be the ones to surrender and we will render them poweless to our prowess of knowledge and wisdom which has been our weapon all along. And in the throng of celebration that is when we will create a new nation which will complete the cycle of Creation. I never could tell 'till now how much war is Hell.
And as I finished those last lines I was still in the spotlight with darkness all around me and no sound but slowly the vision of the audience in front of me came back into focus and I saw people clapping and standing up but I could not hear them and then as if someone slowly turned the volume up on a stereo the sound of their clapping came back to me and the reality of the whole situation came to me,
These people actually LIKED what I said and were Cheering for me! I couldn't believe it and I still can't find the words to describe what that feels like but I swore that day that I would work my whole life if I had to, in order to get that feeling back. Anyway this evenings posting is really only for me cause I know nobody else will ever see this but I just had to put this up here, or anywhere for that matter, cause I miss that person, that guy I used to be and I need to work harder to get him to come back to me, If that makes any sense at all. I guess a better way of saying this would be that I wish I could tap into that creativity and insight that I had when I was younger and cooler I guess...........Wow I have rambled on for quite some time, I guess that is the downfall of being a storyteller.....G'nite everyone, or anyone out there who is listening.
"Is the anybody ......out there?"