We are our culture.
We wear it on our sleeve – logofied with pride.
We build it with our daily actions.
We define it by our everyday speech.
All of us.
and toxicly overloading
– or maybe collectively we are vacuous
and dizzily disturbed.
We are masters of culture,
are we not(?)
Prideful of our crafted nation(!)
Bemoan, bewitch, bewail –
we carpy champions of the status quo.
Sanctioned by our apathy, we fuel "the norm."
We blow hot air a-round and a-round,
fortifying our antagonism with rageful spirit.
Snivels strengthen society's stew,
for kicking up a fuss
only weaves more dust
into our armored fabric.
Songs, movies, images, styles, and aphorisms,
trends, fades, art and televsion
bespeak our insides
How classy are we?
And what sayeth the dollar, the coin, the cash, the credit?
When the dollar says otherwise, complaints are quelled.
Maybe it's best to ante up and go all in,
with action and creation,
in-dustry and inspiration,
strength and relaxation,
a cooling, calming,
Breathe and bow, our culture is King.
Where then is our Queen?
Where are those that hold all the power?
We have become loyal subjects to our own consumerism,
and the Fantasms
of wondrous, chimerical design.
Trapped by the walls we’ve built.
Just another brick, “Here, let me help with that.”
We’ve painted ourselves into a corner
of a cultural crust.
Can we really opt out?
Drifters of cultic desire
some of us are
shifting through the remnants of our deluge,
a new elixir,
a new design.
What will it look like(?)
can we give everyone a ride?
Can we not give everyone a ride?
Paradigms are rough,
and do not move easily –
just ask Galileo or Kuhn or Nadar or Campbell or…;
The insane never waffle,
Never let go of their ideal.
It is the crazy ones,
those that don’t listen.
deaf to criticism and bad advice
that stir the stew
that help bubble and boil the brew
while everyone else have not a clue.
It is those that go against the grain,
those that pain and strain,
those whom are called insane(!)
that shift the boulder of cult experience.
They are the ones(!)
Who’s future giants will stand on(.)
There are no innocent bystanders
we are all in the game.
Our culture is only as great
as the people that create
And guess who?
That would be
me and you.