ya well my poems don't get replies at other forums based on poetry. hopefully I'll be in my atmosphere here hehe. I think it's cause most of them deal with controversial issues like drugs, communism, the contempt I hold for America, etc. anyway here's one of my favorites.. I wrote it half yesterday half today. ----- Can you feel it? The Beat’s coming once again Can you hear it? The Beat’s humming again How wonderful to be On the Road. Pick up vagabonds young and old Flow through life as you go Watch, as the Beat grows and grows. Can you feel it now? Hear it now? See it now? Let’s make Lennon proud. Go out, shout it and scream it! “I love freedom, America, I love freedom! But I do not love you anymore, America. Go fuck yourself if you think I'm fighting for your superficial needs!" I don’t want to be a patriot anymore. I question authority Is this now a crime too? I don’t trust conformity Not to your norms at least America, April 11, 2006 7:15 pm It’s been 50 years now… and we still haven’t ended the human war We plan on continuing according to Mr. Bush "Get out of the car with your hands above your head!" Dear officer I love drugs I DAREd to dabble And it made me a better person There are far worse addictions to have I can name a few if you’d like. Besides ole Georgie is addicted to oil along with money Citizens of the U.S.A., Do you enjoy TV? Enjoy the media? Of course you do Captivated by FOX news network I get my news from the actions of politicians Not from what I’m told I go by what I see, what I feel. The Beat pulsates And grows and grows… The only war I want to fight Is one against religion God send another Jesus Then I might believe Allah send another Muhammad I might believe Aw what the hell, Satan you send someone too America, a symbol of greed America, I miss your trees America, you want me to be Everything that’s unnatural to me There are few free In the land of liberty You and me Let’s plant the seed And watch the trees Smoke the weeds And feel the breeze Carrying the answers with their winds And when, When you can hear the answers Blowing in the wind Incite a riot from the truths you’ve realized I can see Dylan smiling Ginsberg’s laughing, Sal and Dean are just drunk Which is fine with me Looking back on older days How the Beat grew in days past Only to be suppressed by the 80s Suppressed by possessions, money, and greed Among other things And I stand here On this lonely hill Waiting for the wind to pick up Gazing wistfully at the horizon Orange and red hues colliding I take a drag off the sweet fumes of freedom Contemplating America’s future Contemplating humanity’s fate And my hat is blown from atop my head Carried off down the hill by the calm zephyr I only hope that the wind picks up And the beat goes on On and on.
I like it man. Not that I hate America, at least in theory. I don't like what we've become. And yeah, it is a regrettably calm wind. Blow, wind, blow!
ya, I need to tweak it a bit though but it's close to what I want out of it. maybe a stanza encouraging revolt... I was going to add a marxist theme to it but left that by the wayside because a lot of my other poems deal with marxism.
