Unsung American Dream (Prose Poem) by SupremeDreamer
[A revision of my poem "Unsung California dreamin'." & my ]
[insignificant tribute to Ginsberg, Burroughs, & Kerouac. ]
beneath my breath when speaking,
dictating this mind-verse & forging dreams
marked by disordered euphoria radiating from
methylated neuro circuits-- Spirit fired up
in an emotional explosion of fury; far from being sane
my reality is twisted, introverted, & entwined
with a vision of barbaric decision.
Anarchy as a method of action;
independent thoughts & widespread disrespect for authority,
characteristics inherent in the grim youth of today.
The dreaded future of America, born & bred in a destitute,
poverty-stricken, & fucking corrupt US of A--
teenaged minds developing in the night life of techno raves.
These rhapsodic children dance oddly,
with eyes consumed by XTC illusions
of love; minds clouded by fallacious feelings of unity.
Or, if not that, pubescent psyches wander abandoned,
consigned to the tension of Americas concrete jungles;
metal forests painted over with vulgar graffiti symbols,
advertising the presence of unruly delinquents seduced
by a plethora of mindless criminal thought.-- A generation
that loyally follows their inner devils' persuasions.
Embrace this rising pillar of social decay & maturing rebellion!
Say hello to My America; it's polluted & smells, gripped
in its moral/ethical degeneration. It's here that I prowl,
expressing my distaste for faith & religion; dancing to the
tune of my persistent growling & rejecting therapeutic intervention--
consumed by my thirst for the frenzy of war-like confrontation.
I prowl, seeking Chaos & social turbulence,
while elders face turmoil in saturnine consideration,
scorning the change that hangs in the distant horizon; praying
that this rogues ill-fated prophesy never comes to fruition.
There'll be no doubts when my ghostly silhouette bears witness
to pleading lips stiffening before resigning to an eerie-faint moan.
Acknowledge what your eyes avoid & listen!
Listen to my unsung dream of a new American revolution:
It's a vision of pearly-white puritan skulls crumbling,
bones of predators fallen prey to macabre subversion & intellectual
Unable now to speak, they say nothing; the frozen image
remains, subdued by the seed that gave birth to an explosion
of rage & symptomatic pestilence. A collective reaction,
the savage rejection which blossomed when a restless generation
became aware, aware of being bred for total submission
to tyrant manipulation, becoming pieces fitted to a desired function:
The continued perpetuation of a social prison.
A system that objects to the desire for individual freedom,
seeking your complete acceptance in enduring an empty existence.
The cowardly approach; inspire fear in the people,
so they will allow chains to be shackled to their wrists-- chains
that offer only the illusion of infallible security & protection.
Mans' inevitable solution to the resulting spiritual rot:
Complete brutality in carrying out the vicious crucifixion
of the various government bodies/persons that were
formed & chosen to ensure the performance of this
A bloody example to be carried out publicly
to remind all of what happens to those who suppress
the primal pull within man, & try to set limits to
Chaos & Imagination.
Human existence seeks disorder, action,
new forms of social connection; the human mind is a
thing that evolves wildly, yet clings
to old forms, ancient archetypes, thoughtless instinct,
& other things they consider the most profane
surrender to curious abandon.
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Posted: April 22, 2007 6:29 AM PDT; Last modified: July 27, 2007 1:41 PM PDT
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