Wake Up!

What comes out

When you finally realize your whole life

You've been structured against nature

Yet taught to embrace something so powerful

That even the twisty parts

Are worthwhile in shaping your foundation

This feeling

Has been twisting up in me for some time

Why is it that some who taught me how to love

Seem to know little about the subject which they teach

Oh they love alright

But they love what they know

What they can understand

They love

They love alright

But they love a creator

Who suits purposes

Politics

And affirmations

Of the selves they want to see

The selves society

Has convinced them

They must be

If they profess

To be great lovers

If they profess

To know my Christ

But it seems we all know

A slightly different man

And it seems

We all know a slightly different world

When did what I see

And what you see

Have to be mirror images

When did we stop shooting for the moon

And decide a satellite could be our eyes

Or that the people hurting most

Were not our family

Not our responsibility

So many help

Only the people

Who don't make them uncomfortable

Who don't jeopardize

Their reputations

Their feelings

Or beliefs

When did we stop

Wanting to be challenged

When did we decide

That a simple label was enough

To put a person

In a file in the mind

Where we never had to look again

Unless we absolutely had to

For an audit

Or a  conscience cleansing

Well friends,

My filing cabinet is a mess

My labels are in the shredder

And instead of trying to push myself

Into the square hole office

One more time

I accept that I might be round

Or I might be some shape

Geometry doesn't know about

The abstract

But even that is a label

And I don't want anyone to be that

Let's be people

Let's love

Let's look at the moon

And regain our sense of wonder

And our passion to learn

To accept

Let's free ourselves

From any chains

That bind us

From who

We t

ruly want to be

Disclaimer: This expression does not by any means describe everyone. I have had many beautiful instructors who've taught me how to love. My parents, for example, really helped me build a foundation that I continue to springboard from each day. I know that there are great lovers in all religions, faiths, and backgrounds. This describes a small group of people and a way I have come to feel on occasion. It is not intended as a judgment on anyone, but a lament for any humans out there who are struggling (like me) in the art of loving, and are trapped by their own entanglements. This is also a cry to our society to wake up and put action behind the love we profess to have for our fellow man<p></p>