| The Dream of Community It takes more than marriage and a baby carriage To fufill all the passions we breed. But it seems that society, frowns on variety - And ignores what innately we need. As they measure success, they watch you digress, 'til at last to their way you will cede. Propagating the thought of just what one ought ~ Or "ought not do", to finally succeed. So you store all yourself; way up on a shelf; And pretend that it's only your creed. As you fight love's tradition that stifles ambition, Giving credence to envy and greed; Yet knowing somewhere, Yes ... somewhere out there. There are others that share this same need. A distributive nature, takes the role of translator - With intrigue and variety. And banks all deposits while creating composites, Of the two worlds they happen to see. As the brain condenses, all the input from senses, The big five and the one that is free. All the passions affective will form a collective, For a plan that breeds harmony. A desire for friendship that espies a true kinship - Will be first on that list of needs. One that serves as reflection; when another's abjection, Forces pride to get down on its knees. While seeking redemtion but wanting exemption, From the laws that put passion in freeze. A secret society ~ seeking healthy propriety; Eludes all but the keenest of men. With a preoccupation for loving salvation, And a cause that seems simple to them. It's an old fashioned theory that promotes being cheery; And to live and breathe easy again. With harmonious order they escape 'cross a border. Long confused with the title called sin. A repulsive industry that created adversity, And forced artists to stifle the yen; One that traded repression for outright expression, Which then barred natural passion within. With a flair to refashion that distributive passion. They now share of their wealth once again. Joy A. Burki-Watson |
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