Luxury of thought

My mind absorbs

this luxury of thought

spilled onto my genes

as warm milk and cookies,

granting liberty since birth

to speak aloud inside my

chromosomal library preserved

by skull and skin and spray paint

words left and right onto

the conscious walls of freedom.

No sound Nazi controlling

my every echo or censoring content,

I walk and talk and talk and talk

for miles without fear of someone else’s

earshot attacking my allegiances.

In America, we are privileged to work

from 9 to 5, vote on election day,

attend school, play hooky,

watch television, read a book,

drive expensive cars, ride bikes,

write poetry or play guitars,

but life outside liberty,

justice and equality

hits every red light

and STOP sign,

curtailing creativity and

distorting humunkind.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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8 Responses to Luxury of thought

  1. kiwiskan says:

    No thought police yet…

    • Haha! I know a few movies have been made about it (Minority Report, 1984, Fahrenheit 451). The irony is that all over the third world, real people (not actors) aren’t free to live according to their own beliefs and traditions, barely able to survive from day to day with hardly any food or water. It makes my writing and worries fade into the background by comparison. Hope you had a good day, my friend!
      Tyler 🙂

  2. Gallivanta says:

    Freedoms that must be treasured and honoured.

    • Yes. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel blessed and fortunate to live in a place that allows me the opportunity to speak, think and write freely. I also have tremendous respect for those who have died in battle to preserve our way of life. War is a horrible thing, but those souls that enter into combat for their country are courageous and selfless. If my Grandpa hadn’t been so very fortunate to survive Iwo Jima in WW II, I would not be here today. His heart and soul paved the way for my freedom and even my poetry. I will never forget where I came from and who I owe my life to…

  3. “My mind absorbs

    this luxury of thought

    spilled onto my genes

    as warm milk and cookies,”

    Very nice!

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