| ODE to the Numb (The Fear of Aliveness) |
| INTO the void of the numb Flow the throng of the vapid Smiling faintly... nodding quietly They stroll slowly - day by day Down the path of acquiescence Towards their waiting tomb of Dark They say Someone must tell us How to live... how to think How to feel... how to believe When we can love Where we can love If we can love We cannot make those decisions Unilaterally... that's not the way Of the mute... we march to the Ancient imbedded commands of The Others Black Coats speak and we quake Those with No Coats whisper and We hide in shame of our natures Our Inside voice calls out a plea For choices... alternatives to the Staid... but the silence is deafening ... Echoes reverberate through the Hollowness of the numbed We must rely on the choices of The Others... not ours The Others will tell us what we See... how to look... what to feel How to think... we assume their Vision of our Aliveness |
| We cannot make these decisions Unilaterally... that's not the way of The Mute INTO the void of the numb Flow the throng of the vapid Smiling faintly... nodding quietly They stroll slowly - day by day Down the path of acquiescence Towards their waiting tomb of Dark POSTSCRIPT I know there are scripts to Be followed... I was given My lines very early in life I know them well I'll play my part... No improvising here I just wish I knew the Author of my play Can we ever leave 'The Others' theater? Or is the theater just imaginary... with exits all Around... if only we walked Towards them... if we just Simply refused to participate In someone else's script |
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| Excerpted from The Little Red Book of Drivel Soul Rot and Other Tales of Insane Relationships in the 3rd Millennium |
| Click to Visit Poly Partners Folks that seek to ' Love More Than Just One' openly - candidly - forthrightly |