November 2, 2o11

The mockery of a dissident within earshot
without censorship, surprisingly.
Woven tightly into pre-conceived values.
An utter disgrace to outlaws,
contrived conformation
fell from the sky,
stumbled, muddled in spit,
from mouths of elders.
Spilled through clean, innocent ears
whose voices became automated,
animated without purpose.
Though thoughts became filtered in the mind of a stranger,
speculation remains-
which is worse:
the mind of the ponderer or the mind of the obedient?
A cage where no questions yield solution.
The staple of man is his instinct,
lest his intuition fail.
Though whichever prevails ends in inevitable insignificance.
As inconsequential as input may be,
we let it reside, let it preside and reign all kingdoms, regions, lands.
A memory made of misery,
though we utilize perception,
instill stability in attempts to repeal upheaval.
Place faux value to complacently trudge the surface of the Earth,
to grudgingly follow through,
become anew under the oath of morality.
Let the human avail!