You cannot live when you are untouchable. Life is vulnerability.
Oh how clever
They took out all of the friendly dreamers
How then can it still lack power?
They sensed our weakness
It did infect me once
They renew fears with a more hopeful and clearer sky
No truth can be found by shrinking from love
Becoming sour like a Sophist
To defend or to relent? Such questions
Maybe inhabit another uncharted course?
All and all I will surrender
Lastly I surrender with this forced and hackneyed speech
Only but not to State
Verily to free
Everyone Please, let’s keep fishing for strangers
By Bryan Landsberg
what we leave behind?
Angry toys and machine guns
I’ll concede you have won
for I’ve become a tad bit awkward these days,
with lust for inclusivity
as I now burn with Whitmanian blaze.
to look and be amazed
and WATCH OUT! for it has been your habit to over reach
with sta-sta-stammered speech,
exploiting that lousy little lexicon of yours.
Thanks for teaching me your self-taught selfishness,
And what is mine for me—
And what could never be—
It was never ours anyhow—
save these powers for the show—
But don’t you know that I will grow
and I’ll fight to appease you through strife and freedom tasted.
This extra attempt was totally wasted to prove the miracle
of how ALL people are soooo friggin’ beautiful.
Lord, please let it not be—
Neither of us are ready—
I just got mine back
and you’re still finding yours.
So continue praying to renew this dissociative fugue
as I lose perception but define the score.
Hoping that I’ll see you in a few short years,
if it wasn’t, “all the same fucking day Man”
saying amen my friend, please lend, amen…
And contact the disease of a boring tease,
and leave the revelations for the enlightened
because you’re still too frightened to shine
you refined yet subtle taste,
Only the bold get to feast—
Only the bold get to feast—
On doodles and bad poe-try
But you can try at least
asking what will we leave behind
while finding my American beauty rose
in strips of peeling paint—
her face coarse, multifaceted and unique
Calculated interest upon interest
opposed to what’s regimentally sleek
and sans character,
this American fake.
To build barriers
but “Let them eat cake”
doing what’s best for their sake—
throwing them to the wolves.
An’ I’ll be ‘ere waiting in lines behin’ the generations.
Hoping to find a modicum of innovation
Left not to the situation
but called On-demand.
As a dreamer,
I command the senses
And lower defenses,
In search of the colorful, kind, wonderful experience—
Yet end up chasing my shadow for days in this midsummer’s night haze
to find tangible delirium.
That adds up to the sum of nothing
or something beautiful…maybe :/
You dutiful pupil, Fifer and poet,
(that didn’t know it)
Learn from NOW
Here and NOW
Because it doesn’t matter much anyhow
what you have to say in that cryptic kinda way
And get with the program
‘cause “all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds” :D
The earth and heavens started and are changed.
and I my friend am quite deranged.
And have discovered something perfect in the cracks.
Which is, the favorite part of having anyone is not saying goodbye,
Or maybe I misheard
So why try?
For the witty one revolves around the irate multitudes—
Looking to center their universe, their beliefs.
What’s next? for your golden calf is on its way to the refinery
And getting there won’t be easy,
for the burning is cumming.
So watch the clock, the clouds,
‘cause it’s the only face on the sky we sly ones can read.
How there is no such thing as an unanswered plea.
Earn it still, have it now, start the real reel, and you’ll have both,
knowing ours comes with a most unique type of face, that is called God.
Which I find particully odd
‘cause I thought I severed that connection a long time ago
With A-ring ring A-ring ring ring. Pause…Hello?
Oh, and I must say the sun on my pallid face is a beautiful awesome thing!
…Down here below. :)
by bryan landsberg