New Noise

A burrowing ache in my fingers, my neck, and my shoulders

Is the result of indecision.

Seven years I dreamed of a stage, a gilded cage

Five years I dreamed of guitar, a rising star

And all that time, my pen never left the page.

That singular fact has led me instead to turn

To places where it’s no longer fun to think

And I expect to be paid merely for the paper’s ink.

I feel…Refused.

This music stirs my frustrations like a fondue

Which thin to chowder and finally stew

And a silence follows which preludes a bursting of steam:

CAN I SCREAM?

My predispositions are out the door,

I pound my fists, my feet stomp the floor

I grip the invisible microphone stand

Like a rattle

I’m ready for battle

I’m never felt this obsessed

I no longer feel so possessed

But liberated, a frequency

Which is mine

I’m frozen in time

Like four who were Refused themselves

So they Refused everyone else

I lack the motion to move to the new beat

The new beat of selling your thoughts

If your soul isn’t worth their time

The new beat of keeping yourself on track

To deviate is a crime

The new beat of anger, the new beat of loss

The new beat of false opportunity

The new beat of destroying yourself

The new beat of destroying unity

The new beat will remove you from yourself

It consciously tries to blank you

The new beat!

The new beat!

The new beat!

Thank You