howl I judge you?

The best minds of I generation were also destroyed by madness, starving hysterical clothed on extasy through the rolling streets, bright lights, Vegas, stress on distraction of generation, yet a dance of the communal senses, in the alley¹s of grey, joyful hatred

I too used these feelgoods, writing dark and light away until the metamorphosis to full color and understanding, enveloping the mix with the sad of blue, mad of red, bad of yellow, always trying to earn the green

Wasted time not being, open-minded to not seeing, new people teams cultures individuals, we told ourselves we were finding the wastebasket expression superactive hyperocity in everything, never giving up our friends even if they deserved it, retracted or opened hearts, one extreme other extreme

Falling in our laps I took them being taught our whole lives how drugs were BAD but not knowing what bad meant weren¹t gonna take them but I did cause we were taught nothing just told

Rebels with cause to causation of cause and purpose without purpose or purpose for purpose we jumped and guinead and swallowed and pride and danced and tranced with ashtrays for our specific of death and before-life wandering through caverns of our own minds and hearts with no war to protest and an older generation of hippie-crites to scold us for nothing but something.

I is all human and all reflective all knowing and all subjective not one of us knowing chastity and if we did we left her at the high school prom with some fightfuck alcohol male rose in hand and like a simile in her heart but never a call too egotistical for our own egotism as parents taught us feed off subordinates

Alluring effervescent in our fake X we didn¹t name ourselves but they did in 60s flair for bitterness and clung to commercialism such as then aloof yuppie hate youth romanticist ways they wanted to be the only ones with hope but wouldn¹t ya know they¹d be most jealous of their own kids not believing their own words and fixing to live off us for awhile

I lost I minds in this technology believing their way was right because of the vast shift in attitude yet they never told us that people and societies become complacent just as ours they lost most of what they gained pity pity they still wanted to be kids and in their focus of life daily stopping flow overcommercializing because they hated it so much before revolution stopped and created devolution

And I fight! Oh I fight! trying to find our strength in this our greatest weakness I flow and many do with me we are not afraid we are wildcat we are growl we are one rider approaching following Matthews Anastaisio just as they followed Morrison Garcia not afraid of what they¹ve made us afraid widespread panic alone as a group of individuals next to each other

In the beginning we hit the road serving we hit the net forceful in purpose yet lacking issues of war racial discourse to guide us leaving this up to what they told us not to do in 80s mary jane and we let it sweep us away take us to spain create the disdain main reason to be vain is the right for fame

And we believed it! no motivation except hope acceptance we tried to be act feel love peace like the 60s because they told us it was cool! we made our Dead, took to our Kennedy and flew away

We were distracted by beauty living deliberately missing the point of education living life education as beings minute to minute bong to bong pondering the future with no availability in the present and how to attack it philosophical yet no action we stopped

The public responded by being despondent and we shook and flew and cried and fought and fought and fought destroyed by technology nuclear cablebox medial disease destroyed by beauty destroyed by phone destroyed by tune destroyed by right destroyed by e destroyed by mail destroyed by religion destroyed by thought destroyed by passion destroyed by force destroyed by skywalker and vader when we just needed to be solo

So we stepped . . .Twice And we started evolving the world Stopping time shot to light speed Shining in our passion directing proper con no es regard por distance. ¿Su Comprendo?

I¹m speaking of color the effervescent worry love dog. We ate molecule at 2 waiting for the sun my sun unabashed we moved to what we saw and discovered the darkness in which we had previously lived we awoke unto ourselves shining green into the monsoon likeness of sky we bore the love we had unto a prophet we called I and thus subscribed to the magazine of love trees music dancing writing singing walking communicating forever we said just as they said and now they find that they are the Moloch of existence.

Oh Moloch of generational fortitude!
Oh Moloch of naming me X!
I read Coupland, I not X, I am I...
Oh Moloch of overcommercialized beat poets!
Oh Moloch of industrial monopolization of my thoughts!

Wander into my garden I will slay Goliath with force love grace balance logic understanding kiss weep lust magenta gondolas if mad loads of puree pick-up-pace intense face expression superhighway of dynamic thought action appealing over appeal beauty mine mine mine! Search quest understand self
Who Am I? . . .roses for self . . .money for self . . .expression for self . . .movies for self . . .meals for self . . .people for self . . .love for self . . .poetry for self . . .music for self . . .drives for self . . .cigarettes for self . . .love for self . . .life for self . . .touch for self . . .write for self . . .move for self . . .stay for self . . .go for self . . .

And as a group we found ourselves which only happen to happen when we found the PURE INDIVIDUAL GLOWING SPIRIT...or whatever you call it!

I SCREAM at you ELDERS!!! Watch I rise. Watch internal victory. Watch us. Watch the self. Respect our flavor and color, or lose historical open-mindedness you are known for will be lost in your age and unevolving spirits awaken oh Moloch of parental forget of life liberty and their own youth! Oh Moloch of I generation falling to this same shame! Oh Moloch of all parents falling to this! Oh Moloch of my room with no windows and walls growing higher! Oh Moloch of generational quietude no more voice but multinational corporations and money and shame and lust for more more more!

You will be shunned as your era will lose its aura forget forget forget you did and now forever pay we know basic good and evil we will not sit on your idealistic mediocrity falling through 70s and 80s to reach color we are the color of the millennium we are supposed

And this generation-I will eat you and spit you out, no reverence for history you all complain you created this attitude I didn¹t

you hippies, you peace-child, you smoker, you revolutionary where are you now? fighting wal-mart, whored social helpers you babyboom, you sinners, you lust, you hurt, you watch, you laugh

Bill Clinton !
I with you in Washington, where the media has destroyed my life
I with you in Washington, where women have distracted me from my purpose
I with you in Washington, giving up my I for the group of I¹s
I with you in Washington, for I am human
I with you in Washington, where we are blunted by the same medial disease
I with you in Washington, where I lie to myself everyday
I with you in Washington, where I generation could turn me like yours did on you
I with you in Washington, for you are I president of I journey, I will not leave your legacy up to measly men for you are the father of I sentiments and the martyr of a hideous beauty millennium

I shining in the color
I abandon nothing for the sake of altruistic lack of vision
I follow what I love around the corner
I lust I
I keep kicking it to the next level
for Nate, for love incarnate
I smoker internal revolution of spirituality
I write and never never never forget I time in this youth
I wander and I wonder

You find solitude oh son of I generation, little ones, we can teach you most watch I, watch I very careful

Emotions run moment to moment in youth we grow as you grew and ruin proper lives surrender to reality conform to love not for it human nature shit shit shit this deliberate manner in which we live, not taking advantage of moments for the future of our lives and family future stock options never open this is incorporation of past with unpredictability of future I is ok in that only if we can still live in the moment in minutes in seconds in I

Oh Moloch of country founded on the insecurity of other countries!
Moloch of people lost for lack of self-evolution!
Moloch of religion!
Oh Moloch of people who are unspiritual!
Oh Moloch of you!
Oh Moloch of who I could be!
Oh Moloch I will never be!

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?
I tell you where you¹ve gone. . .
You¹ve gone to LA to be rich and famous, oohhh. . . you¹re tough. Come to poetry and books be as van gogh not stone be as mozart
not tarantino be as kerouac not spielberg be as I not you

And follow I as I two-step home... step-back... step-back... thrust I forward. . .

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy is the hippie-crite, feeding children Ritalin! holy is the video, trapped inside our heads! holy is Starbucks as they make the megastar bucks! holy is the crap, or at least, so they say! holy is the hand gredane, living in the lime, medial discrepencies, to cloudy up the mind!
and I find

that holy is the government, who long ago lost control, and holy is the senator, taking under the table flow holy rupert murdoch, and holy teddie turn, holy all the machines we buy, or how much fat they say they¹ll burn

holy is the heart, that sways off to and fro, holy is the hamburger, with tomato n mustard, no cheese..........please everybody smile, and pose for the picture...of what we should be.......we¹re free

and the best I minds
walked through the parade
forcing glitter on the face
a walk within of time and space
and realized Moloch, I could be
and started to worry bout Howl I, Judge Me?

©1998 by Yosh