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Kay Cee Poem
Nobody wants to hear a boring story.
'specially when voices drone, monotone
like an ancient documentary recording
or there’s so much "peace" and "happiness"
you begin to doubt sincerity
and the lack of any message
results in a lack of any clarity.
Bueller, Bueller... there’s nothing cooler
than watching eyes glaze and seal potentially mutual thoughts
The point of this being, when it came to my story
I always thought it would sound better to be more "lost"
To find the prize from a cereal box
you need to reach the very bottom
And any sense of victory
indicates a struggle once caught in
So is it possible to put one’s head in the sand
and be in the clouds at the same time?
Is it possible to sink just low enough to brush ungodliness, yet set aside
the rest of life as a distant picture of who I could be if I tried?
Potential becoming merely a word wrapped in the minutes slipping by
Folded, braided, knotted, tied
I wanted to die to myself, why did false feeling stay alive?
Personal insight and foresight must be a rarer gift
than I imagined.
It’s true you can’t always say what you’d do
until it’s in the past,
but by then
You start to relate to things you used to hate
so like a sweater with a string
that you can’t stop pulling
it starts to unravel and now an avalanche is rolling
snowballs of thoughts that melt when at a stop
lights flashing but no cops to make you promise dollars or change
I need my future rearranged
So maybe I’ll stay up and write
the best tricks of parodies and lies
And that’s okay, because on a page
manipulation’s in the author’s hands
the pen becomes a tool
and like in Huxley's "Brave New World"
we’re content to act the fool
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....now could come the ironic moment when
you find yourself waiting for that "exciting" personal story
that I’m not actually going to tell.
Because being a poem, not a book
I can make words flowery enough to have a hook
that’s not necessarily attached to anything at all
because its beauty lies
where the
ambiguity
falls.
Copyright © Kay Cee | Year Posted 2013
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Kay Cee Poem
Imitation saturates behavior.
drowned in reactions, thinking we're unlike them
but it's been done before, unconscious of the war
some become like others down to the very core.
And sometimes ignorance, in all its bliss
will force us down the trail of an unwanted wish.
Though knowledge of own actions remain in safety
still shadows exist, outlining what "could be"
Eyes up ahead, never turning around
We're internally focused, 'til we hear that sound
that echo of hidden flaws, impossible to believe
yet there it is, a younger voice mimicking our deeds
The moment of realization passes the slowest
as dawns the question- did we fail the test?
An uncomfortable epiphany
I never wanted them to be like me.
Yet here they are, staring at my heart.
Trailing an arrow that never hit its mark.
Turning around is no longer an option.
Required to watch an ever growing reflection.
Behavior remains saturated by imitation
designed to impact a new generation
The hand that we played may soon be forgotten
A web of replication willingly caught in.
Copyright © Kay Cee | Year Posted 2013
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