It’s so clear to few, yet enigmatic to so many.
The plethora of frustrated males
trudging blindly through life,
knowing only what they have been taught
by their parents, by their schools
by movies, by television.
The ones they are so enchanted by,
the ones they fear to speak to
face to face,
are just as lost .
They do a dance of mockery and supplication.
Both obsessed with false idol worship.
One side fully aware of their perturbation,
the other side in full denial,
for it won’t catch up to them until it’s too late.
If you listen closely,
you can hear it in the songs they love,
that are eaten up, like so much fast food.
Deep down, them gals just want a strong lover
who will take them,
But what those dudes don’t see,
is exactly that.
Because, all their lives they’ve been told
to set their visceral desires
on the shelf, like an old toy forgotten.
To keep their mouths shut.
The problem being, their eyes are shut
and their brain is offline,
blind to the future.
See the blame can be placed so easily.
I don’t shirk my path, it is the one I have walked.
But the difference is,
instead of continuing,
staring at the sun,
the few that can see,
have opened both their eyes, ears,
and hopefully their hearts.
What some people on this side of the spectrum
like an 80’s hardcore prophet,
HR of Bad Brains,
Keith Morris and Henry Rollins of Black Flag,
Kevin of 7-Seconds,
“GET OFF YOUR FUCKING ASS AND LIVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE BEFORE YOUR LIFE LIVES ITSELF.*”
All the rest is noise.
This poem was inspired by many things, including this little tidbit, written in 2002.