I am growing quite tired of being let down by those above me.
Those who chose this year’s room and next year’s offices;
I feel like I need to step out from under for a little while.
I don’t have a phone so at the moment it is difficult to call,
but it honestly doesn’t matter knowing that wouldn’t help,
purely a matter of finding somewhere I can live and give.
Somewhere where there can be breezes of land and sea,
where a community awaits, ready and willing to accept,
where literature, music, and art are the norm,
where surfing and hacky sack are daily activities,
where my typewriter will rest and jazz will play,
where I can dance to the song, singing wildly and naked,
where I can stretch my heart and thought,
where eating is not a chore nor a task of money,
where poetry and books will flow from my brain,
where my fingers won’t tire as I slave away at my self created machine!
Undoubtedly such a place can exist in this ball of varied clays;
and I honestly know I will find it,
with dedication and steez.
There are a lot of other kids looking as well, I have heard;
unbeknownst to those at the tippity top.
We are finding each other gradually gaining natural muscle.
Some of us see the place with different faceted themes.
They see dive bars next to coffee shops where the unholy dig day and night,
they see University lecture halls crowded, eager to be informed,
they see orphans in Africa laughing as they play soccer with volunteering students,
they see parades of civil rights and peace, flower power’s third go around,
they see labs of science with beakers of naturals and harmlessness,
they see gardens in their backyard and dotted all over the city,
they see a revolution of peace backed only with wordy guns,
they see youth hostels of penniless travel,
they see rent paying jobs as the best way to get by,
they see the world,
like me.
There are things that those above us don’t fully comprehend.
We are unorganized, willing and even more so unified.
We don’t listen to them how they want us to listen,
we are a beautiful batch of pickers and choosers,
we break the laws that are beyond ridiculous and ultra lame.
We only try as hard as we need to beat the sytem, not work with it.
We give everything we have to what we feel we need, what we love,
we put ourselves into the earth, the poetry, the literature, the music, the surf.
We are wise and live on instinct and notions of right versus wrong.
We have the world wide web, cell phones, and deep voices.
We have educated ourselves on the greatness and horrors of substances that alter the mind.
We have a narrowly open eared view of the system.
We see no choice, people on the top, things need to change.
We want to fix the fixed system and find that area where we all can thrive.
We all can see it,
it won’t come by mending things,
it will come by changing things.
People on top,
give us the reins, we will take it from here.
Please.
-jared a muscat
