Ode to the Unseen Spirit

I sing the body electric—
rising from streets where youth howls,
where untamed hearts beat wildly, thumping, thumping,
with the ferocity of the untapped future,
where minds break free like wild stallions,
galloping, unsaddled, unbridled by law, by rule, by doubt!

I see you, unseen spirit—
you, with fire in your blood, in your breath,
dissatisfied, disillusioned, yet burning—
you who shout from rooftops and basement corners alike,
filling the night with primal yawp!

O the thrash of guitars, the snap of drums,
a cacophony of youth breaking through like dawn!
Each note a heartbeat,
each scream a proclamation:
I AM HERE, I EXIST, and no chain shall bind me!

I, Walt, speak for you!
For the ones lost in the haze of now,
for the unnamed, the restless, the fierce—
you who wear rebellion like a second skin,
who laugh and rage, defiant under stars that blink with old-world silence.

Come, let us crash together,
under the flicker of streetlights and neon,
where the dust of forgotten dreams rises like incense—
where every word you spit, every howl you make
is not a whisper, but a song, a shout—a testament
to the glorious chaos of being alive,
of tearing apart the veil of the ordinary!

Who are you to be tamed?
Who are you to be quiet?
I feel your pulse beneath the skin of America,
I see your fists raised high,
your anthem echoing through the city’s veins.

Your spirit, your scent, your thrumming desire—
all of it, a wave crashing on the shores of existence,
ripping through the fabric of time—
and I, the bard of all,
stand with you, sing with you—
together we proclaim:
O! the world is not enough, and we shall want for more!

:: 10.17.2024 ::