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Unsung American Dream (Prose Poem) by SupremeDreamer
[A revision of my poem "Unsung California dreamin'." & my ] [insignificant tribute to Ginsberg, Burroughs, & Kerouac. ] I growl, 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 incisions. 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 American Prison. 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.

Up the ladder: it's tough at times
Down the ladder: I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU

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Arithmetic Mean: 2.25
Weighted score: 4.672192
Overall Rank: 12204
Posted: April 22, 2007 6:29 AM PDT; Last modified: July 27, 2007 1:41 PM PDT
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[n/a] Dental Panic @ | 22-Apr-07/3:06 PM | Reply
time for a commercial break.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ > Dental Panic | 22-Apr-07/5:21 PM | Reply
Indeed. By the way, do you happen to carry golden floss? I need to edge clean the crack of my ass.
[10] richa @ | 22-Apr-07/11:37 PM | Reply
friggin' aceo.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ > richa | 23-Apr-07/7:42 PM | Reply
[9] bwaha @ | 23-Apr-07/5:04 PM | Reply
This is absolutely fantastic. It reminds me of slam poetry, it has that all-in-one-breath endless flow to it, but it is more perfect. The entire poem held my rapt attention, which is not typically true of things of this length.

The only thing I have to question is the choice to not capitalize your other major words in your title, the only word in there that typically would be lower-case is "of". That is just a technical detail, though.

Overall, I love this.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ > bwaha | 23-Apr-07/7:42 PM | Reply
Well, in retrospect, I'd like to redo the title.. then again, I'm not much good with titles. Thank you for your vote.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ | 27-Jul-07/1:43 PM | Reply
Had to change the rather long and redundant title... Title still sorta sucks... any ideas anyone? Fuck it with a steel dildo in intellectual anathema.
[0] Edna Sweetlove @ | 18-Mar-08/9:43 AM | Reply
I would just like to say what a great poem this is. But then I would be a liar. It's horse spunk.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ > Edna Sweetlove | 31-May-08/1:28 PM | Reply
And your an ugly lesbian. Everyone has their issues. :P
[0] conny lingers @ 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 | 10-Mar-21/9:13 AM | Reply
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