Tuesday, February 28, 2012
how to assassinate the void
You must start with Imagination;
and chosen beast
handpicked for gruesome battles
such as this.
For the void is a disease
that feasts on the public,
tricking the cerebrum
into believing that money and monotony
a meaningfully adequate existence.
The sad part is
the disease has claimed mountains of victims.
Some of them are dead,
unable to repeat and repent,
and some of them are alive,
walking past you on the sidewalk,
serving you lunch
or cutting your hair.
They are merely shells of human potential;
hollowed out bodies
programmed to respond with simple answers:
“Yes sir, right away, sir.”
“No sir, my fault, sir.”
The diseased are no different than crudely built robots.
They accomplish their tasks at work
to above moderate success.
They acknowledge their co-workers
with polite farewell gestures
and drive home in a generally safe manner.
Red lights mean stop,
green lights mean go
and yellow lights should be read as slow down.
God forbid you strike another vehicle
and injure a healthy,
The government does not appreciate such accidents.
the government does not appreciate much of anything.
The government is doing just fine,
so move along.
Nothing to see here.
Your work is appreciated
and so are you.
Move along, champ.
Nothing to see here.
The next hurdle involves Passion.
A dash is fine,
but I recommend a handful.
Passion is a difficult ingredient to apprehend,
so do not succumb to its elusiveness.
Do not surrender if the search prolongs;
Passion is a pure
and honest commodity
worthy of its journey.
Many weak legs have collapsed
before reaching the pillar it rests upon.
Many courageous men have lowered their sword
in valiant defeat.
Passion will evade your efforts
until desperate necessity kicks in;
like the legs of the prey
narrowly outrunning the fresh feet
of the hungry hunter.
the hunted outnumber the hunters,
but the scaly beast of oppression
strangles the advantage,
sucking the air out
until the purple, lifeless face
collapses in defeat.
There is no formula
no matter what I’ve said,
no matter what you’ve heard,
so do whatever it takes
for however long
to assassinate the void
and emerge an independent
fireball of a progressive thought.