Who Else?

Shakespeare was
a woman
this I've determined as
pretty much a
given fact,
but do you know what else
is true?
That all your historic
idols
like Julius Caesar & Alexander
the Great
were secretly
homosexuals?
James Dean, Langston Hughes &
Walt Whitman were also
closet-bound gays?
That's a mindblower, eh?

That our greatest 'man made' sights,
like Egyptian Pyramids
were architect product of
Extra-Terrestrials
These same aliens sent
Tom Cruise
to pattern our mating habits, establish
a place in our culture
embed himself
in our movies, tabloids- and on couches
of Oprah
to make fool of himself,
then report back to them
a Scientologist missionary
playing journalist with Earthly news
doesn't it make
you wonder
what else this normal-minded
media has
been keeping
hidden all this time
in plain view?
...and you thought you knew

How'd we let the public eye
become blind
to the obvious?
The self obsessed never notice
those crying out
loudly for help
right under their nose

Narcissism
can mask faces which
were always right in front
of us
shattering archetypes
brings dictator Kingdoms
crumbling down like the
walls of Jericho

When ruling social class is
anti-everything different,
we find diffidence
How can any individual
separate from politics,
grow to be anything
other than anti-social?
(And despise their own mug)

To sling hateful phrases
in the direction
of those dancing to beats of
their own drum tools
how can we compose
new music
when being persecuted
the rhythms we would thirst
to sway, sing or
make love to?
They put their
pointed finger
on the button labeled
'Mute'

Your parents gave you a face,
some sense of place
and structure
but we all make up our own
identity
don't fear rocking the boat,
we'll ride waves
into this vast, fresh
& unventured sea

I pray to see evolution
of opinions
When clenched, beating fists
transform &
turn to open, applauding
hands
Where today's social outcast can become
tomorrow's leading man
someone sitting in the back of the stands,
being mocked and stoned
becomes one
to take control,
jumping on the stage-
seizes a microphone,
no crowd control
for he's the host,
this has now become
his show


Fuck it- no person's
perfect
Despite how hard some
attempt to portray
and perpetrate,
know noone
living in their own skin
can become somebody else
why impersonate?

You'll find it,
not in a lover's arms,
nor in superficial fiction,
or in fame,
not in notches on your belt,
not in cars and not
in wealth
but only when you stop
running away,
fully embrace those
weirdo ways- when you
accept this:

yourself.




(c) Paul LaTorre 2010