Def Poetry #4

I am not defined by the status symbol of my life.
Rather, the perceptions I've chosen to hold
The deceptions of what's sold
Are inherent in the stories told.

But with the cards I've been dealt, I must fold.

As I walk the brick pavement
stressing the payments i must make-
I take a breath and reflect.
Thoughts interject
of a rose that has begun to wilt
The role of the earth's tilt
and the sun that spilt
It's UVA's elsewhere.

This axis taxes the dichotomy
of this family tree's free opinion
isn't free it's an O pinned on the fridge
setting the mind and values that bridge the gap
of a childs creative thought
into a creative drought
bought by the parents percieved beliefs
in the apparent structue of needs to create
the ideal being.

Seeing is believing.

And from the first breath of life
the clay mind is molded
by the hands that hold it
thoughts unfolded
forever from the stories they told it
Freedom of thought?
they already sold it.

The eroded brain can't complain
until faced with facts it can't explain
Nurture over nature is just another phrase for
imprinting the brain with future doubts
in conflicting perceptions of what's in and what's out-
Side the four sided container
is a retainer to refrain her from
an Open Mind.

Choice,

Only comes when we separate the voice
that left the these ties to try
to answer why,
we think the way we do.

Freedom Of Speech!

Can only reach
the depths that we allow
Teach a vocabulary of
renditions to definition now
that enable interpretation of conversation.
Words unheard of
disengage the herd from the shepard
The common leper can advance if he
takes that last slow dance
with the dictionary
non-fiction varies
the imagination from reality.
But what's real to me is what I perceive
and I believe-
That and expanded vocaulary handed
to the poor and weary
will bring about a tributary.

Collected water from the river that flows.

Eclipsed entrance into the world is defined by knowledge.
It's cliche this modern thought of college,
these universities universalizing the
thought that education should not
be free.

Words Are Powerful.

They enable the mind
to escape the barriers of the brain
to explain and express that pain.
I digress, not in shame
but hopeful that this game
will end.
Assonance my friend.
Vowel sounds so profound
that they compound into a higher meaning

Never cease to learn,
let that fire burn and let your mind churn.
Think and sink to the brink
of the ends of this planet.
For truth has already planned it
out a route to bring about
a higher level I revel
in the interplay of quip and wit
and the words that follow it.

Words Are Powerful.