Do You Know Where You Are? and At Least You're Ambitious
Do You Know Where You Are?
Your hubris almost, almost makes me forget where I am
I'm not the most stable person
Retreats into complete disregard of verity I attend
More than very often
But you seem to dwell there
I'm not judging you
Maybe I'm the one who doesn't know what's up
Or what's down or what's all around
Maybe I don't see
That this isn't reality
At Least You're Ambitious
I'm not done with Universe Unravelling yet but the above poem will be featured in my third book of poetry (title and cover I'll unveil later this year). "UU" will be coming just as my first two works, they being productions reliant upon my own will and editorial prowess, without an official release date. Universe Unravelling is currently being edited and that process is tenuous and arduous and unpredictable. So hopefully it comes before the god Tupac is resurrected and saves all of music from the Tyranny of these lost rappers and their propagation of indifference of words used and oblivion.
Recently, I've been thinking to myself, "Why do I feel the need to string these words together or why do I feel the need to let it be known that for some reason I have this innate inclination (in the age of dumbing down, this II... oh shit! that could also be the Roman numeral two) to write. I know that I am going to constantly obsess over its value. Maybe that's because I don't realize its value to me and I need some sort of validation from people who don't care to read the daily news let alone some interpretative art written by someone like me (Follow me on Twitter), people who don't even read signs while their driving, let alone something with some deep emotional, societal, and/or mental value. Why do I write in an age where people just hate reading... well they don't hate reading they hate interpreting and they hate thinking for themselves. I've noticed that if a certain person tells the masses that something is "cool" it becomes cool. If a certain person tells the masses that something is worthy to be eaten or something is worthy to be worn or listened to or read, that's what the masses do. Something I wholly understand. It isn't easy to find what to read, to listen to, to watch or to wear. It just sucks when those preferences become a "cool" fact.
This became staunchly true to me on Twitter years ago. It's complete insanity what people will accept as fact. Even the U.S. Postal Service, under the guise of some dumb ass fucking clown from my generation (most likely), printed a stamp of Maya Angelou with a quote that wasn't even hers. That's some meme shit! You're going to relegate the great Maya Angelou to a fucking meme? My generation is the generation to soon run this country, that will soon have the buying power, that will soon be the most influential group of people on this planet. I have watched my generation deterioriate into vain fools! Who would rather seek validation in a created space (the internet/social media) more than they seek affirmation in actuality, in reality, in their lives interacting with people in this physical realm.
People of my generation actually plan trips and buy things in this world to impress or garner the envy of people in another world. They say things they don't really mean, or don't even take the time to investigate what they really mean. My generation has become corrupt politicians pandering to a mentally retarded masses fawning over the first gold rock they see. This shit is abhorrent, it is gross, it makes me feel weird, but still, some part of me wants to be apart of it. I am apart of it.
I'm trying hard not to feel like some arbiter, some all wise oracle or some other bullshit sage or elitist type for my generation. I realize that I don't know anyone's faults but my own. Maybe most in my generation do as well but I wish it was something greater than having these distorted bodily features or owning clothing and other possessions that are way past your income level or need. Modesty has become wearing a tank top, Gucci Belt, Robin jeans and Gucci slippers to the grocery store to buy a carton of milk. Modesty is taking a picture saying "good morning" in bed after you've been awake an hour working on your make-up. I think it's ridiculous how accepting someone's heart has also become accepting how much they make or accepting the popular conceptions of beauty for that day or week. Real life doesn't come with filters...
Or maybe it does. Maybe the lies we tell ourselves in that infinite space are the same lies we want those who can read and touch our lips at the same time to believe. We want our lives to be a Vine or Instagram production scripted by the almighty valor of Twitter. Influence isn't just garnering a "Like" or a "Retweet," you don't even truly believe what you posted to be real, you just hope those who cosigned believe it to be true. You want to control how you're viewed without repudiation, you honestly just want all of you to be accepted. And when it isn't you feign indifference and apathy but those extra sit-ups or push-ups, that boob job and those extra injections into your ass say differently.
As I witness these changing times I find it hard to find my place here. Am I just a "hater?" Do I simply resent what I can't buy or don't have? Do I subconsciously want a woman with a fake ass and fake titties? Do I want to wear shoes that cost more than my monthly rent to night clubs and buy 500 dollar bottles of liquor? Even greater than that do I wish my poetry garnered the same amount of likes? Do I hope that my art is appreciated in the same way as a big ass or a flat stomach? No I don't.
I realize that most of this statement is resigned to a segment of society and culture that is easy to ignore. If you refuse to follow or watch or listen you can. Oh shit! That's what most do to me too! I'm going to keep writing. Just like you're going to keep being you, too.
Your hubris almost, almost makes me forget where I am
I'm not the most stable person
Retreats into complete disregard of verity I attend
More than very often
But you seem to dwell there
I'm not judging you
Maybe I'm the one who doesn't know what's up
Or what's down or what's all around
Maybe I don't see
That this isn't reality
(1st & Mathews, Boyle Heights, USA)
At Least You're Ambitious
I'm not done with Universe Unravelling yet but the above poem will be featured in my third book of poetry (title and cover I'll unveil later this year). "UU" will be coming just as my first two works, they being productions reliant upon my own will and editorial prowess, without an official release date. Universe Unravelling is currently being edited and that process is tenuous and arduous and unpredictable. So hopefully it comes before the god Tupac is resurrected and saves all of music from the Tyranny of these lost rappers and their propagation of indifference of words used and oblivion.
Recently, I've been thinking to myself, "Why do I feel the need to string these words together or why do I feel the need to let it be known that for some reason I have this innate inclination (in the age of dumbing down, this II... oh shit! that could also be the Roman numeral two) to write. I know that I am going to constantly obsess over its value. Maybe that's because I don't realize its value to me and I need some sort of validation from people who don't care to read the daily news let alone some interpretative art written by someone like me (Follow me on Twitter), people who don't even read signs while their driving, let alone something with some deep emotional, societal, and/or mental value. Why do I write in an age where people just hate reading... well they don't hate reading they hate interpreting and they hate thinking for themselves. I've noticed that if a certain person tells the masses that something is "cool" it becomes cool. If a certain person tells the masses that something is worthy to be eaten or something is worthy to be worn or listened to or read, that's what the masses do. Something I wholly understand. It isn't easy to find what to read, to listen to, to watch or to wear. It just sucks when those preferences become a "cool" fact.
This became staunchly true to me on Twitter years ago. It's complete insanity what people will accept as fact. Even the U.S. Postal Service, under the guise of some dumb ass fucking clown from my generation (most likely), printed a stamp of Maya Angelou with a quote that wasn't even hers. That's some meme shit! You're going to relegate the great Maya Angelou to a fucking meme? My generation is the generation to soon run this country, that will soon have the buying power, that will soon be the most influential group of people on this planet. I have watched my generation deterioriate into vain fools! Who would rather seek validation in a created space (the internet/social media) more than they seek affirmation in actuality, in reality, in their lives interacting with people in this physical realm.
People of my generation actually plan trips and buy things in this world to impress or garner the envy of people in another world. They say things they don't really mean, or don't even take the time to investigate what they really mean. My generation has become corrupt politicians pandering to a mentally retarded masses fawning over the first gold rock they see. This shit is abhorrent, it is gross, it makes me feel weird, but still, some part of me wants to be apart of it. I am apart of it.
I'm trying hard not to feel like some arbiter, some all wise oracle or some other bullshit sage or elitist type for my generation. I realize that I don't know anyone's faults but my own. Maybe most in my generation do as well but I wish it was something greater than having these distorted bodily features or owning clothing and other possessions that are way past your income level or need. Modesty has become wearing a tank top, Gucci Belt, Robin jeans and Gucci slippers to the grocery store to buy a carton of milk. Modesty is taking a picture saying "good morning" in bed after you've been awake an hour working on your make-up. I think it's ridiculous how accepting someone's heart has also become accepting how much they make or accepting the popular conceptions of beauty for that day or week. Real life doesn't come with filters...
Or maybe it does. Maybe the lies we tell ourselves in that infinite space are the same lies we want those who can read and touch our lips at the same time to believe. We want our lives to be a Vine or Instagram production scripted by the almighty valor of Twitter. Influence isn't just garnering a "Like" or a "Retweet," you don't even truly believe what you posted to be real, you just hope those who cosigned believe it to be true. You want to control how you're viewed without repudiation, you honestly just want all of you to be accepted. And when it isn't you feign indifference and apathy but those extra sit-ups or push-ups, that boob job and those extra injections into your ass say differently.
As I witness these changing times I find it hard to find my place here. Am I just a "hater?" Do I simply resent what I can't buy or don't have? Do I subconsciously want a woman with a fake ass and fake titties? Do I want to wear shoes that cost more than my monthly rent to night clubs and buy 500 dollar bottles of liquor? Even greater than that do I wish my poetry garnered the same amount of likes? Do I hope that my art is appreciated in the same way as a big ass or a flat stomach? No I don't.
I realize that most of this statement is resigned to a segment of society and culture that is easy to ignore. If you refuse to follow or watch or listen you can. Oh shit! That's what most do to me too! I'm going to keep writing. Just like you're going to keep being you, too.
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