The Idea-smithy

My choices truncate my life to the popular.

Instinctively I flow with the crowd wherever, it goes
I rush to agree with whatever has the majority vote
Ignoring, denying, repressing anything that contradicts
Rejecting all that stands out
But my heart beats out of time from the common pulse

While I discard unconventional desires that find no place in the format
And stretch my values to fit the world that exists
Try as I might, I cannot muffle that errant rhythm
A constant throbbing reminder that life isn’t just a tight fit…
Its a screaming, hysterical blue fit
Barely contained in such concepts as society, civilization and culture

And the reality that 6 billion rhythms
Are being subdued, altered, muffled, stifled
In an effort to truncate to the median

Simliar ideas earlier...

I Style! - Bling Is King!I’ll have you know that this spotting occured before the film was released. And I...

MoodinessJust lying on my back And watching thoughts stumble across my mind I seem to...

Existential AngstI never understood the meaning of the phrase Existential Angst till I met someone who...

BlueSo you’re feeling blue on a day that I’m wearing blue and feeling good about...

HystericalA day in 55-word notes… ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Last night It was madness I’m not afraid of...

Posted in Ideahenge, Mercurial mirror, Waxing eloquent | Comments (4)