My inspiration for my 7th of 30 poems comes from a Facebook status on the 16th of December posted by a talented musician friend of mine known as “Silverchet”. Follow @silverchet on twitter.
“I Dont Wanna Hear How 2010 is Gonna Be “Your Year”, Or How 2010 is A “Time for Change”, I Been Hearing That Year After Year, So Quit Procrastonating and do what you Gotta do…….I speak to myself as I do you all”
16 December at 18:19 ·
At the end of every year we engage in a ritual of giving and receiving presents, to some we give our presence, to others we scribe from a sample of our essence.
Taking time to recharge, a new year will it bring a new start, a new chapter new lessons?
Will we have counted our blessings, paused for reflection, spotted our contradictions and created new traditions?
Halted attrition of self ignition
Or will we simply continue unpause the game from the X box
Continue where we left off
Revive the consternation instead of tidying our desktop
Let our system hang and our heads drop
Beheaded because we’re big headed
Talk about change yet we’re dreadlocked
Locked in dread because change means the whole head
We’ve got to brain wash and condition in order to sew fruition
We talk about chasing the dream not the competition
Every new year is a new you year until problems hit then, those resolutions…
Those revelations that made you make statements
How you knew they were pain staking but resolute enough
Yeah … those solutions, improvements…those resolutions that had so you so focussed you had me thinking change was embedded in your follicles
Only for 6 months later change is soluble like aspirin
Did you think change was a sprint?
Did you think change would be a Usain of the bolt type change
Sweep you off your feet and leave you with no time to breathe type change
Where is the new you I say?
It takes pain to move pain because something has to die before you come back to life
Pre mortem dissection, microscopic detection for signs of regression
Grown folk need a soul session not a 1 month campaign at every month 11
Yelling to the world from midnight of the 31st I begin my resurrection
Obama’s slogan for election
I am who I choose to be and when I start’s change in me it is for my refreshment
It’s a present to my presence, my essence, my gain
Drink to a year of pain to locate the step up, celebrate finding it, then put up, shut up or full on step up.
Wake up, Get Up for the shooting range, take your best shot at life and work towards your main aim
For when your breath is short and your soul’s screaming to get away
You better be elected, there’ll be no more campaign, no more rebirth
Your life’s been your day to prove your worth
But how will you handle your 31st?