My Dirt, My Water, My Sunshine - Slam Poetry

 


This is a virtual representation inside of your mind




Think about that




That voice, this image, reality, space and time




Our five senses  are the only things we truly know

Perspective, perception and persuasion are, therefore

Powers we're all bestowed


Let me give you an example that will explain what I mean





Do not think of an elephant








See?

Can't be unheard or unseen!



Also

When I say tree, what do you see?

Do you see the same as me?

And therefore can it be said that when we see blood

We see the same red?




Funny really

How words can shape what's going on in our head



Actually with that said




Isn't this all going on differently in each of our minds?

And don't these confines then make reality indefinable completely?




I think you see a different red to me


You definitely see a different tree


And this all scares the he'll outta me



Because then conceptual ideals like love, trust and reliability

Are also prone to this harsh subjective reality



So when I say I love you

It can never really mean the same to us two

When I say you have my trust

Is the sincerity of those words enough?

And when we speak of reliability

Is it enough to surpass associative ambiguity?




So like words read upon a page




We subconsciously engage in certain powers we may not fully control

We shape and mold through our will

What we do and do not want to be instilled onto others and ourselves

For the rest of our lives




Humbling thoughts right?






Stop thinking of that for second though
And just breathe in nice and slow










So?

Well you are now manually breathing
Before that you weren't really conscious of it though!

Makes you really wonder how much we miss, the deeper we go



Like what is actually real, and just in our head
And is their a really difference as I've previously forsaid?



We are getting pretty deep here now


But do you think there's further to go?


Glad you asked, well, you didn't ask, I insisted


......Anyhow, did you know



That if you copy someone's stance


Your influence towards them

Can greatly enhance?

We call this social mirroring.


Such a funny thing

Don't you think?

How much we can tell from

Arms crossed, sagging shoulders, or a frantic eye blink


And do not under any circumstance, itch your scalp when i say


HEAD LICE



Shit. Sorry. That wasn't nice

Suffice to say, I am fucking with your mind



But not without a point you shouldn't fear

I mean, Is this all unsettling to hear?

How susceptible you and i might be to our influential peers?


It should cause some alarming fright

To know that someone out there might

Be attempting to control others with thoughts

Right?


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With perhaps insight and upper hand as to how we think and act?


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Is the fear we face on a daily basis based on legitimate status of what is really happening?

Or perhaps it's the stasis state easiest placed upon a person to instill a certain type of mega-mental social conditioning?



...... Well?
What do YOU, truly think? And was that thought yours to begin?!



And are you listening yet? Is what I am saying starting to show?


And is their deeper you and i can go?


It's okay though


No need to panic.


Whatever you do, do not become manic with and start to fret


Do not start questioning every single iota of intent


Do not grow an unjust sense of what is on the surface being said


And what others really meant


This will almost certainly grow unkempt paranoia you will one day truly dread



Instead. And Please I beg. instead.

Keep this solemn sentence within your head.


You.
Are.
In.
Control.



Despite whatever comes your way

You choose the toll it takes upon you

Second by second, hour by hour, day by day

Our minds infinitely powerful, with potential to grow


Just take hold of that, tightly, and never let it go

Let that one seed of wisdom, sink in, and let it nurture and grow



And one day

Potentially



You might just see the same tree as me, mentally


Or at least we can mount makeshift metaphysical bridges from these branches


Reach out and say 'Hey. I finally see what you see. I get you and you get me'

For fear is the sharp saw that cuts down those trees of understanding

And what I am asking isn't really that demanding

We don't exactly have to agree to see the same blood red
But at least one day i hope it can be said
That despite it's different hues, it needn't be shed?

Cause one day I hope to say 'I love you'
And you know exactly what that word meant

Just as much as when someone trust's me
It was understood as best as can be

Because i want reliability to be the biggest tree in my mind
And despite fear coming around to cut it down

Hope is my dirt, my water and my sunshine


Cause really, if we can't understand each other conceptually

Where's the hope for this reality?



But then, again

With all this said


It doesn't matter in the end and in our heads


Because all of this is a virtual representation inside our minds, right?


Our voice, our image, our reality, our space and time


Our five senses we all share, are the only things we know


But until we understand others



It's all we'll ever have to show