Just what you wanted ... more poems ... 3/5
Man ... I wish I could get more of this stuff done "as it happens" ... catching up once a week on the poems is NOT the most efficient method (aside from the fact that the further away from the actual composition of a poem I get the less likely I will be able to decipher my alien scrawl writing!). I still need to get all of May "e-edited" and up on the http://i.am/btripp web site. I have the month grid done, just not the individual poems. I'm feeling like shit at the moment, but might target getting that done tonight yet.

DAMAGED BY THE NORM
stymied intention,
broken desires;
the good we plan
is scuttled by the norm
sabotaged by those
stupid in the mundane world,
the pattern incessant,
the verdict a curse
we can not speak
against this form,
the blindness locks
all truth within;
the masses volunteer
to only lie
and to strike at voices
which stand in light
how often we are damaged
by that conspiracy
which would destroy
all things better,
elevating the base,
enshrining the vile;
it is a madness,
rampant in their world
is there a zone
of refuge here?
is there some kingdom
for those who would escape
the dull insanity,
the lockstep conforming
of this mundane prison,
this all-too-twisted world?
sometimes a glimmer
of what there might be
cuts through the darkness
and dares us to hope,
but how to trust dreams
when everything fails
and each day is a nightmare
of the oppressive norm?
- Brendan Tripp
05/30/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp

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DAMAGED BY THE NORM
stymied intention,
broken desires;
the good we plan
is scuttled by the norm
sabotaged by those
stupid in the mundane world,
the pattern incessant,
the verdict a curse
we can not speak
against this form,
the blindness locks
all truth within;
the masses volunteer
to only lie
and to strike at voices
which stand in light
how often we are damaged
by that conspiracy
which would destroy
all things better,
elevating the base,
enshrining the vile;
it is a madness,
rampant in their world
is there a zone
of refuge here?
is there some kingdom
for those who would escape
the dull insanity,
the lockstep conforming
of this mundane prison,
this all-too-twisted world?
sometimes a glimmer
of what there might be
cuts through the darkness
and dares us to hope,
but how to trust dreams
when everything fails
and each day is a nightmare
of the oppressive norm?
- Brendan Tripp
05/30/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
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