i stand with my un-s.
why chase the mirage of a forever fabricated falsehood?
where conformity offers the veiled treasure of solitude
why hide behind the charade of a carefully crafted wall?
where the fear of the unknown outweighs the beauty of it all,
why should i conform to standards that were never my design?
unpolished, yes i am, and that is perfectly fine.
why run in a pursuit for the world wants you to,
just to win a trophy that everyone else has too?
why search for a corner in those worldly occupied rooms?
isn't it okay to be a wildflower in a field of manicured blooms?
why should i mold myself in the frame they've intricately designed?
unworldly, yes i am, and that is perfectly fine.
why always chase the spotlights and fleeting acclaim?
a glittery gilded cage for a moth drawn to the flame.
why build sand castles on ever-shifting grounds?
while the bedrock whispers ,"sing to me your unheard sounds".
why should i seek a hall pass to sway when the music chimes?
ungainly, yes i am, and that is perfectly fine.
why try to build happiness on those fickle trends?
those shimmering illusions that always got in them hollow ends
why yearn for accolades, however grand they may seem?
and base your life on the ephemeral nature of public esteem
why should i exchange the rugged landscape for a picture-perfect shrine?
uncool, yes i am, and that is perfectly fine.
why choose nonchalance and a mask of "cool" disdain?
and go on to shackle oneself in expectations' constraining chain
why drown the spirit in the clamor of the crowd?
the crowd which is a reflection of your laboriously fashioned shroud.
why should i pretend to be enlightened, when i'm still trying to define?
unbound, yes i am, and that is perfectly fine.
@suu1309
Maybe their choice was a 'fatal disease',
But then why your writing sets this man at ease?
Once chained, I live free, can't cage me it's true,
Don't bake in their fake, find someone like you.
Why I write back, so far in the mist?
Great Friends I do have, but none who hear this
You recognize this is my real native voice
We were both built this way and we don't have a choice.
But choices and freedom are earned in this life
Took years to break free, ........................... (written, but not ready to share)
A Kindred and Agony and Poetic Touch,
Wishing unpolished happiness, but then not too much
Rugged new landscapes and poems that inspire
Wild flower meets Wild lion, safari on fire
Wind-water-and-time, 'it's gone' they decree it.
Your castle's still there, for those who can see it.
@RedWell
the wildflower hears your verses, and a brave lion she sees
roam free in the wild, oh courageous, there's none here to please.
let no cage confine your spirit, let no cage conceal your might
look around you, there's none here to fill you with fright.
for it's not the picture-perfect shrines that give home to the strongest oaks
beauty lies in the rugged landscapes, where wind and water provokes.
@suu1309
Please write again.
I would really enjoy reading another of your poems, new or old. (I only discovered you last week. You are incredibly talented). Though I understand how these things can’t be forced. As the saying goes “Art is a condition, not a profession”. I’ve had eras that I’ve effortlessly and involuntarily composed music & poems, just as I did upon reading yours. I’ve never sat down intending to write. They show up when I’m running or half-asleep. And if I don’t hear from you, I wish you the best; You are a badly needed original in this world.
@RedWell your words are way too sweet for me. im grateful beyond words. and you might feel happy to know, writing is something i too do to get things off my chest. still write poems, and have old ones too. would surely post
