Macro-Machinations...

I don't want to hear
of the world
I don't want to know
what it is
or what
it's getting into
or where it's headed
or how it's going
I don't care what
is in it's press-releases
Because it has no soul
it isn't human
I can't relate to it
and it doesn't matter

I don't want to hear
of the factions, organizations, or movements
I don't care what
armies, nations, or forces
are fighting over, about, or for
Because they have no mind
they don't think
they don't feel
they don't live

I want to hear
of the individuals
that still breathe fire
that still move mountains
that still live, and think, and feel
according to their own majestic will

I want to listen
to the singular voices
that aren't like the muddled choruses
and don't recite well rehearsed lines
I want to listen
to independent words
of independent minds
in independent souls

I don't want to hear
my own thoughts echoed back to me
I don't want to hear
the same anythings I've heard before
I don't want to hear
variable novelties of sound either

I want to hear
voices with a personal perspective
declaring uncensored thoughts
that challenge my ears
and open my mind

I want to listen
to what each singular mind
has to say
in the way only that being
can state it

Because everything else
is planed, polluted, processed,
pretentious, perpetual mimicry
that isn't alive,
doesn't matter,
and can go straight to hell
rather than put each and every
solitary thing through worse