Writer's Cramp ...

It takes more than marriage and a baby carriage,
to fulfill all the passions we breed.
But it seems that society frowns on variety
and ignores what innately we need.
One must fight love’s tradition that stifles ambition
giving credence to envy and greed -
Propagating the thought by just what one ought
or “ought not” do to finally succeed.
Some measure success as they watch you digress
‘til at last to their way you will cede,
So you store all yourself, way up on a shelf
and pretend that it’s only your creed.
Yet knowing somewhere, Yes, somewhere out there
there are others that have this same need ...

A distributive nature takes the role of translator
with intrigue and variety,
And banks all deposits while creating composites
of the two worlds they happen to see.
As the brain condenses, mass input from senses
the big five and the one that soars free,
All the passions affective will form a collective
for a plan that breeds harmony.
A desire for friendship that espies a true kinship
would be first on that list of needs,
One that serves as reflection when other’s abjection
forces pride to get down on its knees,
While seeking redemption but wanting exemption
from the laws that put passions in freeze.

A secret society that seeks healthy propriety
eludes all ~ but the keenest of men.
With a preoccupation for loving salvation
and a cause that seems simple to them.
An old fashion theory promotes being cheery
and the will to breathe easy again.
It's plain that adversity, strangles diversity
forcing artists to stifle the yen,
then traded expression for outright repression,
which barred natural passions within.
With harmonic order I'll escape ‘cross that border
long confused with the notion of whim,
with a flair to refashion, distributive passion
and to share of this wealth once again ...



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