Open Mic Nite Performance of "What are Words"

This is my poetic explanation of what words are, performed at the Elevator Sessions open mic at the Justin Pauly Art Studio in River North, Chicago. I recorded this on October 24, 2014 and the link is: http://dbzmaron.blogspot.com/2014/02/what-are-words.html -- Enjoy!!!

Freedom from Strings

I feel a scream coming on...
The entirety of my being publicly sits in solitude in desk land... impatiently waiting for a green light...
Is there a "spend all day talking to your boyfriend" card I could pull just for one day as we act as slaves to The Man...

Can't it be assumed I can exercise my altruism and passions for making a difference?
But virtually my entire day is locked away not feeling at bay as the grey never goes away,
And my heart stands confined in its shiny gold box glowing and begging to be utilized...

I'm ready to explode already...
Struggling to maintain full consciousness and a professional demeanor as my mind wanders elsewhere due to the engagement switch shutting itself off... My poor heart remains confined...
I feel like a pink light in a grey world waiting to be noticed and be granted a release from the ball and chain...

My emotions are tempted to attack themselves because they're unable to protrude through the cloudy grey skies...
Goddamnit, why does society expect us to wear fake smiles all the time? We're people... and emotions are part of people... in ANY setting...

You know, humans lacking emotions are robots... right?

I've been ready to exercise my strength for awhile now...
I don't want my self-doubt running about...

As I keep waiting indefinitely for my future to unfold... wait a minute.... why am I waiting? I could go find opportunities right now!
Why am I waiting? Because I'm too scared to want to make a move?
Why the fuck am I waiting? Because life, it's time to take a stand...

I'm ready to take on the world now...
When my bravery needs to boast itself, my heart engages...
Because time is ticking away and I'm sick and tired of fucking wasting it away bullshitting myself all the time...

The plan of attack has been in motion for so long but when will you know that something will happen?
I want it now! Like Violet the selfishly impatient child...

But fortunately, there's always a way if your heart posses the right drivers to push yourself into success land...
Just do it!
Why wait?
Go free yourself from your strings!

Evolution from Sick and Twisted

Long story short, people need to stop seeing the world as something painful and start seeing it as something beautiful. Enjoy!

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Sick and twisted life
Gives us pain like it's the bane of our existence
As we feign our identities to conform to society and get by...
But what if your heart beat is one in a million?

Not only are we thrown tragedy, but we're thrown pain... lots and lots of fiery pain... pain that's enough to cause depression... and depression that represents a succession of sadness that leads to a progression of prowls down the streets that propel you to the path of difference as you repel the evil and start your sessions of success!

Sick and twisted life can morph into a healthy and colorful beauty as depicted through the eyes of an artist...
An artist who's a positivity advocate, Working to place the rainbows into fruition
As we're warriors in this faction,
Fighting fractions
Only to be the main attraction...
Of people's eyesight and brain space...

It seems how people are oh so consumed in their overzealous ways...
Disregarding the feelings of others...
Picking on them,
Battering them into the ground,
Preying upon their beings,
Only to selfishly cause destruction...ruin...and instill unnecessary fear...

WHY??? WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING?

Hello darling sick and twisted life...
Why can't we place a smile upon your childish glow, even though the world isn't entirely comprised of unicorns and smiley faces...
Some depict this as a beautiful storm...others call it a story... while some call it a morbid wasteland...

But in reality, we are all in the same place and living a different story...

Do you want to paint the world with your color palette or do you want to paint it with blood?
Do you want to start a fire to warm a town and get everyone to sing kumbaya, or are you going to be foolish enough to use your being as a detriment?

The elements are ours to manipulate in this sick and twisted land... but why not use them as a superpower?

This vast universe is a blank storybook canvas painted with words and images.
Negativity is as solid as a volcanic rock that can be crushed in the palm of a strong woman's hand...
Let's all turn this sick and twisted into big, brave, and bold... 

Evolve it into a beautiful universe...
Morph it into how we shall perceive the world today...
Which is a beautiful place splattered with color that we should view from a child's eyes... untainted and unharmed!

Now it's your turn to paint your story with some color and beauty to share!

And take action to destroy this sick and twisted view for once and for all!