Anarchist's TangoYou are what you are,Anarchist's Tango3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I take what I see,
My choices spin you,
Your choices fling me
It's a circle, a square,
It's a twelve-sided dance,
Match your steps to the chaos!
Leave the movements to chance!
We can fling ourselves madly
All over the place,
Just as long as your fist stops
An inch from my face
Watch the anarchist's tango!
See the freedom ballet-
Just make sure you know how
To get out of the way.
Poem - Side of RightSide of RightPoem - Side of Right1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 211 – 20150730
You began as the individual,
but now you serve a greater cause.
Identity merged to the party line,
personal truth subsumed by society.
Step up and don our chosen garb,
words with set meanings preordained.
Roles fixed against contrived history,
future determined by stated past.
Welcome to the hyperbole,
your role is not stained by factuality.
Perceived identity becomes the litmus,
testimony of prescribed motivations.
Your role has been predetermined,
cast against an imagined whole.
Our story has been set in stone,
mountains high only we can see.
Ministry of Truth will show your lies,
your blood shed will bring us new life.
Beware the freedom shared by most,
it only brings slavery to the rest of us.
When all is right there will be no wrong,
the truth evident in the prescriptive words.
Contrary ills will be expunged,
a single thought will have all meaning.
The narrative becomes all important,
the script by which life is played.
It is the len