daily routines…

moving to beats
embedded
by society
the world’s people
arise
and
begin
the prescribed
rituals
coffee
tea
polluted water
walking
dogs
feeding
cats
rousing children
from
pretend sleep
a state
of
sleep
designed
to postpone
the participation
in
the rituals
how
quickly children
learn
to dislike
the
rituals
an innate
awareness
of
where
conformity leads
they’d rather dance
to their own beat
but
that’s
not possible
ford assembly line education
assures
their ultimate
participation
in
the rituals
no off cadence
beats
or
steps
are allowed
you must
think of your
credit rating
don’t you ever want
to
a home
rebels
all those lovely
uniformly unique tattoos
which
unknowingly
declares
participation
in the
rituals
tribal markings
like
man’s
early years
on
this planet
tribal markings
and
cave paintings
along
the roadways
where one
can hear
tribal drums
calling out
to all
join
the ritual dance
of
life

 

new year resolution of sorts…

a-new-years-resolution-of-sorts

within this grave
the walls
are pliable
i can move
from
side to side
but
never up
nor
beyond
the gravedigger’s
predefined
perimeters
of
my existence
that’s the price
of life
well
life
as presented
by
society
each of us
must stay
within our own grave
accepting the limits
imposed upon us
but
i’ve fashioned
a spoon
from hope
and
have begun
digging steps
while
not one
was looking
i’ve heard rumors
of
the resistance
to
ignorance
i’m hoping
to join them
if
they exist
if not
i shall form
the resistance

for what will it profit a man…

what does it profit a man

earlier
in your life
you stood
before all
with a whole soul
but
you had
to get
with the program
joining
in with the masses
becoming
a hit
with the social crowd
so now
you’re searching
for
a lost
soul

ownership…

ownership

at the start
of a new work week
i was surprised
when
the brown bag prophet
said
i couldn’t help
but notice
your date
had tattoos
not
that i mind
but
in my memory
such things
were associated with
numbers on prisoners
of war
or
marks of ownership
on slaves
so
what marketing
social
organization
owns
her soul