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declaration (rant)

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I might as well be 

controlled by a machine 

seem to kill the plants 

just as they start blooming 

the sense of needing 

reconsidering

some things

but at least I can keep up 

with my daily recommended flossing

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why do I manifest this way 

when all I wanna do is play 

but you see I sold my soul 

to go to school with Sallie Mae 

and it will be a ways 

until I can see the day 

that I can make it rain 

for capitalism is our domain 

and I feel some pain 

over the illusions of that plane 

working hard everyday 

to make my values and morals oral 

getting parole from my inner hell hole 

even though I worble 

along the cliffs of the abyss 

trying to coat my miseries with some bliss 


 

and get over what I missed


 

couldn't kiss

got blitzed

threw a fit 

tried to knit 

took a slip 

and also did my best to skip 

away today 

to play 

and say my Truth 

and then hope that it's something 

that I can fully connect to

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Are you feeling blue? 

 

Sometimes, I do, too 

 

but I'd rather moo with the masses

than constantly have my ass kicked 

by the entertainment news media

reminding me that freedom depends on certain criteria

 

and, uh

 

also by my PRIVILEGES

 

since I can just sit here and witness it 

from the throne 

of my rented crib

and feel glib

and rib

on the ridiculousness of our reality

 

so I'll do my best to keep on smiling

defiling 

what I can 

in the name of fighting the man 

who I ran 

away from 

cuz he was a bum 

with an infinite sum 

cash flow 

and you know 

that that's why his evil ass ain't in jail 

making bail 

without trying 

and getting away with lying

while frying 

the underbelly of society 

with propriety 

and not a single gram of piety

 

Did you lie to me? 

That's okay

It's no surprise

I'll take your lies with a side of fries

and surmise 

it will happen again 

and then 

the pattern emerges 

between the savings and the splurges 

and every wasted purchase

that still felt right in the moment 


 

Can you own it? 


 

If not, take it back 

or give it away

 

don't be a slave 

 

even if you do or don't like it

know your reasons 

open to the changes of your seasons

 

and for the love of being

quit slinking 

away from your glory 

own it all 

with the quarries 

and shadows 

cuz they'll shift as the day goes on to night 

taking flight 

into the unknown

 

Is it overblown to be so efficiently in style? 

Let's walk that mile

while we contemplate what feels great 

and what doesn't fit just so we can get

further on the path

praying we won't get murdered

for using our craft 

to point out what another person

can't or won't see 

 

tho' it appears to me 

to be 

real 

or perhaps it's all 

 

FAKE

 

and I should just deal

and contain the fire of my wordy squeals

 

So what's the appeal? 

 

I took a breath 

of the Atmosphere that I hold dear 

reconfigured my gears 

to get ahold of some ears 

despite my fears 

and make it clear 

that I'm HERE

arrived and alive

and also ready to jive

my name is Ellie O 

and I can be sweet like a jelly dough

nut

but

cut

your assumptions in half 

shatter the glass 

of your perceptions 

and 

give birth to new conceptions 

with 

and/or 

without rejection 

and also serve 

as yet another embodied reflection

 

How things have changed

reconfigurating my brain

I know I'm not the same 

anymore

blew the doors 

off my consciousness 

I take a breath and ponder this 

shift in riffs from my experience 

I didn't ask for it 

it simply happened 

I spent some time inside 

to find I spit rhymes 

like chimes from my soul 

it's anything but droll 

my lexicon is equipped 

between my fingers and my lips 

I found a voice in my pen and inspiration again 

after years of tears in the dark without a light 

till I decided to fight 

and use my semantic might as a 

given birthright

 

I said I don't care what you think 

as long as you know I'm distinct

I was born to enhance

so now I'm taking the chance

to debate and create and dance some rants under a moniker 

and be sure my sounds are coming through your monitors 

not clinging to a persona

I'm gonna be me because I wanna

erudite

I can bite 

and I delight

in the practice

of this transformed stage fright

 

and stay off the blacklist

tho' encumbered and outnumbered by others' projections 

and still unsure if I can trust my own reflections 

I'll mention 

I'm human 

and I'm doing 

erstwhile 

my thoughts are brewing 

while I'm chewing 

my relationships to 

objects

in the 

process 

of 

increasing my awareness 

moving forward with fairness 

so as not to embarrass 

my own shadows of greed 

I'll cut away from this group and take only what I need 

feeding on what bleeds 

so it won't go to waste 

deciding how to unfold and move with the pace 

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Is it a race? 

I haven't decided 

no direction 

and unsure if I can comply with it 

rules don't mean nothing unless you're caught 

even then only some are fraught 

with shame 

and innocents are punished over misplaced blame

not to mention the game 

of the dollar 

determining the name 

and the colour of your work shirt's collar 

so holler 

if you can relate 

and hate or don't hate 

on the structure of this slate 

I create 

to stand on like a soap box of plastic crates

and deface 

some injustice of the state

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no one is shocked about this

and I'm sure you haven't missed

how it went down this way

you see, this is how the wordsmiths play 

when they have something to say 

so thank you very much

for your attention today

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Winter 2014 

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