when you live in a world
surrounded by nostalgic things
realize it was once progressive
you’ve come a long way, baby
farther than you’d ever thought
your adventure would go
you’re leaving behind a message
of where you have been
showing how far you’ve gone
they say
we’re the fringe element
but change only comes
from the extreme
forced to make big pushes
to right wrongs
addressing the impossible
bold solutions emerge
being heard is just a small victory
forging into new territories
of rightness
is the big picture resolution
out with the old
in with the new
poetry doesn’t care
how it pours forth
just that it does
leave a message behind
this poet prefers
the clickety-clack of the
keyboard rather than
the silence of the pen
always been loud, so i’ve been told
we don’t want a mixing up of things
a hard no to adding ripples
on our human pond
harshly rejecting this thing called change
but we recognize the inevitable death
of our boring routine
that which
provides us some sanity
life is so cushy when it’s calm
but only moments
where no connection exists
to things which make us dare to live
a disturbance in our equilibrium
can change us for the better
if we let it
if we learn from it
Bad ideas should burn.
Heaps of ashes everywhere.
Food for better ones.
I Write Her 