Don’t seal your ears and be mind-blinded to reality.
It would have you think this juke-box headset
had a life of its own; a wisdom to share
to make you more here, than there;
skin to touch where skin is needed, as touch of palm
to comfort heart be-banged by hard shock treatment
of the wild and weird fantasia of fried electric storm.
Listen, there is a shriek in this cold neighborhood
that follows sharp crack of a young man who was misled
by voices he would not have heard had he not shut out
what could have soothed him. Oh yes, it would,
because beneath the cacophony of misjudged interpretations
that we force to fit our heads, there is a song being strummed
that sings of ways to get around the knock-down, drag-out yell
of rebellion that the singers are not willing to take.
We shall bleat like sheep, eventually, lost by ourselves
in a land more foreign than this one. No wonder
one would bang their head as if to break the stem
of logical thought of one’s own. Electrical currents
slithering to burn out real memory of sound.
Listen. Listen. The song was not for you. You were meant
to be it for someone else. Pay no more tokens
to tall talk of vengeance and vile reasons to be attended too.
The world needs YOU to love it with your lullaby.
Author notes
How well led our youth have become...to those who spout one thing and lvie another.
In a list
A contest entry
- ~~ Music Box ~~ by Melodies.
600 points, ended December 17, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh, how well thought-out...
A beautifully written poem with pondering aplenty for the reader. 
You can be proud of this one, dear Poet. 
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Thank you. I wonder how much those singers and song writers will ahve to pay for their part in warping our youth?
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Great Poem Deary good luck with this poem in the contest
Keep that keyboard a typing
Cara
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ty Cara
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