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Ao Be Unrealized

To Be Unrealized
                  by Odin Roark

By whose standards
you might ask.

The standard for the conscious,
the persons who regardless of career aspiration,
relationship passion,
past guilt baggage,
know that job,
and celebrity,
are but controlling remnants
of an upbringing and the continued quest
of media brainwashing to score a rating coup d'état.

Void of true sentient identity,
immersed instead in the ubiquitous coating
of saccharin-infused cream on top delusions,
fantasies glamorize the duped,
the ignorant…

Believe it or not…

Mass populous wants more from life,
even though they continue to be self-exiled
in the “grovel syndrome” of survival.


The cries of those who care,
Blast forth “Oh, for Christ sake, wake up!”

The answer?

Only a fool would offer a universal solution.


Perhaps a nudge in the right direction
might be the revelatory awakening to thinking…
you know, that gift we are infused with,
the non-aggressive weapon seldom employed,
the empowerment to stop being controlled by others,
while you truly take the initiative to
set your own standards,
acquire your own answers,
exorcise some exhaustive introspection,
and a modicum of study into behavioral history.

Many would argue…

To be unrealized
is the individual’s own fault.

No one else’s.

Who of consciousness would disagree?

Copyright © Odin Roark | Year Posted 2015


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