I am tied down, someone please untie me
Tied down from lack of unity and mistaken insanity
I am screaming into a microphone pointed into a hole in the ground
and I can hear it in my head, my screams screaming
UNTIE ME UNTIE ME
and no one comes and I can't get up because I am and they were and we all have been
tied down
Let me explain because as I stand in front of you today you see no chains
really you may see no need for me to complain
and if I could gain control of these chains it might be easier for me to explain about this stinging pain from trying to scream inside my brain
I want to be free
no wait because this isn't so much political as it is hypocritical because I really
want to be free
I want to be so free that I have no rent
and I feel like I need to vent because I know freedom can never come to that
so free that I don't need to come to work tomorrow
no need to worry about how I'm going to get there and
if I will have enough money to feed my kids but see the problem with that is
There is always that screaming
This microphone might as well be spinning uncontrollably through space bouncing off of stars because it really is that far out
My misunderstanding of the torture of withstanding this kind of control really is that far out
My microphone is vibrating theories of broken victories
and these vibrations control the movements of my voice box sending signals to my brain for my mouth to scream
MAKE IT ALL STOP
and my thoughts consult my
reward - pleasure center
feeding on the serotonin that these thoughts of real freedom bring about
because neurologically
I have chronologically counted down the days until peace has been taken over by anarchy
I want to be free
so free that the purple haze around me seeps in through my nose up to my third eye allowing me to see
to see the misuse of radio waves that's controlled by cooperate slaves who just might be screaming the same lines I am about wanting to be free
to see
no, to really see what it is that's going on around me
how many people there were that were promised to be free, released, and then held captive by their own economy and who now just want some kind of clarity from the whole insanity
I want someone to break these chains
because when I leave here there will be songs, signs, and signals telling me who I am and who I should be and
where I am and where I should be
and I will continue to float on these ideas that the media is telling me
all the while in the back of my own mind I will be wondering how come it's okay for them to scream?
Author notes
Written June 21st, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Knowing by Dygurl.
400 points, ended November 12, 2006, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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yes, this will be a great piece to read to a mixed audience.
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Thanks for the comment. I am going to read this at my poetry reading, I had to do something that wasn't controversial and I thought something like this would work. I knew that if anyone at this site would appreciate this it would be you. Thanks again for the comment and thanks for the invite to the group, I will be back to look at the posts and everything. Talk to you later!
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This will be an amazing poem to hear outloud, no I mean it, absolutly breathtaking. The level of emotion in this poem is fantastic, but it's well restrained within the control of the poem. There are so many striking lines, I won't bother pointing out my favorites.
As for the ideas, its a great overall critique, covering issues from the media, to the ethics of work, to the cost of living.
I'm sure this poem will be a great success :]
As for my group (Capitalism Stole My Virginity) I only just made it yesterday! It happened in the weirdest way. I was just browsing through groups when I noticed that one group I was a member of, was taught by me. This pretty much shocked the pants off of me because no one ever told me they were handing over leadership of a group to me, I still don't know who it was. Anyway this group, until yesterday known as "punks for peace" was a pretty much dead community. So I deleted all the old posts, gave it a new name, and voi-la, new group!
you're auto accepted by the way :]
I only put an application to keep out the types of people who use groups to promote and those who make grossly off topic posts. -
i agree with this poem a whole lot...the government says we have freedoms, but in reality we dont...we have no freedom to wear clothes as we please a lot of times cause we get kicked out of places, or we cant say as we please simply because we can get banned from certain places or even be arrested
thanks for entering my contest
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