I have told you
what is my dream.
I have let you
feel the flames.
I want to
change the world
I can now
bend the waves.
I may now
push the change.
So now I
make a move.
I do
what I want to.
But I
have little else
really new to say.
So I will coat
this in paint.
I will polish
this a bit.
I will make
it never quit.
I will summarize
what I have cried.
I compress
and do not bide.
This is
what I’ve made.
This is
our new way.
I hold on a little longer.
I make a statement.
I crack the code
that is human society.
I pull apart
the trillion-dollar puzzle.
I dance upon a pillar
at the edge of time.
Listen to my thesis.
This is what it’s all been for.
We
are
beings
who like to make exceptions.
We
are
not
lacking in acceptance.
We
are
told
that we may be hypocrites.
We
are
shamed
and called “so full of it”.
But because
the world, it cannot bloom
the way, the way it does
when only
simple beasts
are walking through,
we
do
have
to make some high exceptions.
We
do
really
accept this feels unkind,
much like in vengeance.
We
do
feel
that it’s far from gorgeous,
When
we
do
bypass
the niceness
that secures us.
(lovely
human energy
does wail,
much
like
an instrument)
We
see
the world
as practically
built upon exceptions.
Nice things,
hard things,
winding
far and endless.
(could,
would,
and should,
a dazzling dance
that guides the hurricanes)
Sometimes,
all the time,
maybe never
at a good time,
exceptions
to what we feel should be done,
and what we wish should be done,
through some epic means,
shall hereby hence be made.
And to
be like that
is
cutting aether with a blade.
And we can all accept that this is how to be
more than what is expected of our humanity.
(the contentious mystique
of doing while not)
(the marriage of
detachment and ambition)
The human,
the gangster,
likes to say
“I accept this facet of the world
I cannot change,
but I make an exception towards
a much kinder purpose”
A person may say,
“I make exceptions to my standards
for a very lofty goal,
but I accept, in that,
I do resemble all the worthless.”
You
damned
amazing
gangster,
pushing through this strange existence,
really growing and sowing,
motivated by an undescribed sensation, do FEEL something like
a savory vibration.
(something you can begin to sense
if you lost it thanks to medication)
It’s the push of creation and destruction,
It’s a pulse that’s beaming some strange social salvation.
A gray that shoots from dark and light,
A warmth from that glows from flee and flight
A humble toss towards being right
A loving sigh into the night.
(to let go is to let on, it’s still got responsibilities)
You sing that song that sounds like,
“I am selfish but am also dignified”
“I am here
but I am also all combined”.
You are the tender touch of a new power unleashing.
You are the calling outward of a wanderer who’s reaching.
You are making something of yourself by being far from egoistic.
You are dancing in the flaws of being altruistic
You are
You are
You are
Invoking yourself.
To try and make anything happen toward or for you
feels like the validation of
all power not within you.
That calling upon all else can be said
to yet invoke, invoke, invoke,
invoke the very self.
You cannot be fully invoked, because of the boundless reach of doing
To try and bring any change to the world lying outside you
feels like the kindest touch to deep and far inside you.
That class of transcendent-seeming action
can be said to be
a person getting invoked, invoked, invoked,
invoked from all the else.
(your force is worth respecting
this force is worth a taming)
So with all that powerful
invoking that is happening
Is it any wonder
Some may or may not say that yours is at all charming?
AH, SO THAT’S HOW RELATIONSHIPS WORK
Do you see where civilized but sour human conflict comes from?
Those people relate to you and you relate to them.
They can see that to invoke,
so plainly and yet seething,
and to be invoked, so grandly and serenely,
is…the type of force
that moves mountains just by breathing.
(we invoke away things in others
and try to invoke what they might themselves)
To call for something being
and to make something take place
Are to push and pull apart
like a flaw in time and space.
The undulations of “supposed to”
like an object ripping rhythmically in a steady stream of water
like a gradient in plasma that defies the steady march of time
And it is inside this unsurpassèd state
that we may become the acceptance of and the exception to fate.
And this is the mystique where an atom seems to split
and dignified calamities are bound to come from it.
the gears upon which membranes have been built
But, but, but,
it is also how,
the way,
we move carefully and closely
to what a person really can exude
outward from the energies we possess and we intrude.
my final cannon of constructive love
Streaking like a lamp of rainbows willed from our chests,
exception beyond exception becomes a bodied thing,
farthest from what can be,
and is actually closest to meaning.
Acceptance beyond acceptance
becomes dignity-gilded beams,
becomes the very source of epic cultural screams,
which solidify like shrapnel melting somehow slowly
into vibrant, polished architecture,
and comfortable homes are made from those passionate explosions.
a giant friendly smack towards those who say
“we’re doing things right even if we seem heinous“
The dancing interplay of acceptance and exceptions,
which have colored human life in a tone of kind redemption,
should not move on to still be a sadly unnamed factor.
the missing emotion’s most grandiose title
I would call this thing
the outrageous kind of push
to somehow
invoke oneself.
To color one’s own essence
with the ability to touch what has involved you.
if affectionately critiquing an emotion
is enlightened centrism
then I’d rather never lean on anything or for anyone
It’s to somehow barely, but clearly move a wild world
that’s ever just and never quite outside you.
And with a tad more dignity blossoming from the knowledge of this force,
we can become the accepting exception to an acceptional creature
that we’ve been too long.
we take all that and mature it, just a little
We shall try to seize away the gallant gleam of culture
to make this thing take place, putting that inferno in the hands of people
who don’t wear mischievous maturity so gladly on their face.
CULTURE IS A FINISHED FAD
All it takes is you being different on the internet.
All it wants is a new approach to all your neighbors.
THE MOTION IN EMOTION
GETS SOME REHABILITATION
WE SMILE TOWARD A TIME
WHEN THAT TRASHY VIBE IS FAR BEHIND US
AND NO ONE WILL EVER BE THE LEADER OR THE SHAMED
AND THEN WE CAN GET ON WITH A DIGNIFIED NEW SPACETIME
A SETTING OF HUMANITY IN WHICH WE CAN
GO ON TO INVOKE OUR VERY SELVES
WITH A TINY ESSENTIAL FRAGMENT
OF A HIGHER LEVEL OF
something you might call
a real, raw human niceness.
THAT’S WHAT I WANT, FUCK YES
We might see our civility
finally grow a little again.
I would hope that on this generation
my dreams may depend.
For a long time, we’ve traded nature’s struggle for modern convenience.
Now is the time and place to complete
the intention of that very kind convergence.
Walk towards a better way of moving through the world.
Invoke yourself without that same old kind of maturely mischievous vibe.
_____
This has been my thesis, so it would now seem,
I can now hereby bind together such a dream.
Go forth and invoke, invoke yourself.
Invoke, invoke, invoke, invoke yourself,
In the dignified manner that you claim to do, but better.
Just like the number 1 turns back and forth into an l.
I would hope that you come
to buy what I do sell.
Thank you, thank you, thank you,
Thank you and farewell.
The Found Emotion (Invoke Yourself) 