Pyro Poets

I almost forgot I was a poet until these words forced their way out:

We were there to guide Greek philosophy.
We were there to inspire the books of the bible.
We inscribed the Proverbial Psalms of Solomon.
We resuscitated the Renaissance, rocked gas masks
and bats in revolutions, and lived diverged in a yellow wood.
We are on the front lines of insight, and conquistadores
of the obscene.
We were put to sleep during the Great Awakening,
and fed our scraps to perdition amidst the Great Depression.
We introduced soul to the blues, and gave respiration
to jazz.
We accidentally impregnated the Beat Generation, and
birthed a Hippie bastard child that
tarnished the name of non-conformity
and hair beyond the ears.
We are all poets.

And as poets
We are mad scientists formulating fire;
Pyros long before Kerouac,
and they will burn far beyond me.
Collectively we will ignite fallacies
and corruption down to the
ashes of authenticity,
If that even still exists.
I am democratically
Entitled to speak freely to those
Willing to illegally, if necessary, set this place ablaze
Melting the dry walls that saw everything
But never said what
The foundation was silently supporting
All Along.

Disgusted by routine
I'm tired of being demonized for carrying on
By those who have given up, given in,
Succumb to monotony
Pretending to be happy.
They say wake me when we're there
Having already missed the contingency
Of anything worth living.
Meanwhile, I've been frantically
Attempting to redirect the course
Whilst you've been asleep at the wheel.
The ship is heading for the rocks, the train
is rebelling from its tracks, and the plane
Spiraling to a final resting place.
Captains, conductors, and pilots are
Cross eyed in cocked pits shouldering the boisterous
Barrel peering through their fears
After being hijacked to keep my own spirit
In flight.
Otherwise, I'll take it down myself in a
momentous collision aimed straight
For the breastplate of all those who said
There are just some things that can't be done.

At the gates I'll be asked
What I believed in.
Well, I believe in dark beer, mediocre wine,
and whiskey.
I believe the puppetry of politics
Will never achieve anything more than
War and destruction due to empirical egos.
I believe in spontaneity, simply saying 'yes' consistently,
and always pointing in the direction of anywhere but here.
I believe in laughter, tears, a clapping crowd,
and the shrieking howl of a deep
seeded combination of all three demanding
to be released in an unfiltered maniacal shout
To the heavens.
I believe in friendship, true love, and the
Moments leading up to penetrating a woman's heart
If she is worth the emotional devastation that
Will surely follow and be my fault because
There are still too many places to be seen to settle.
I believe I will forever be tormented by discontent
But that my experiences will bring hope, joy,
and peace to others.
I believe in song and dance, in the irrelevance
of plans, and the absence of chance.
I believe there is enough purpose and passion in
This world to keep me naturally inebriated
In an epically mind altering euphoria, and that
YOU created all those ingredients.

He'll say the words, 'Holy shit. You've
done well son. The world needs more like you. '
-Thank you Father.
-Would you like to come in?
-Nah, I'm not ready yet. Will you please
tell my mother hello for me though?
-Of course. Now go back and paint me
A Masterpiece.