Sunday, February 17, 2013

In Pride Ensconced

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I spread my arms, beseech the sky, and wonder why we even try to elevate our species' place if much we touch is soon disgraced.  We've potential we've ignored; we fall short, I'd bet?  Deplored.  
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...And what of saucers flying there... perhaps with *people* filled—mon frère? Perhaps we're under observation, taken for an infestation! Waiting for some swift correction from those *persons* "passed detection"?
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We don't know! The best response! Yet, we're in—unearned—pride ensconced. Bad enough—won't you agree—that one's compelled to calloused knee!
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We aren't careful in the void; we won't make a sentient choice. Hearing what we want to hear, we're wasteful as regards what's dear:  ...Life and children we respect, so give them more than sad neglect.  Be our planet's steward—friend—and not a life-force we offend!
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Are we wasteful... loathsome beings with nothing but our gall and spleen... to keep us from complete disaster—groveling for some gloating master?
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These *leaders* will short-change your schooling, contrive it to be harsh and grueling. School so bad it hurts the soul, so, to it, you are loath to go. See, there they keep you stupid, friend, to reproduce what they contend... is *best* for hapless feebs and peeps... alive to keep THEM warm, you see?
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Keep art and music out of schools?  Then, sing the new tea-bagger's blues as soulless drudges leave those halls to empty lives devoid—appalled. Art and Music elevates... provoking questions changing fate, and we find out what's planned for us: our trust betrayed... psychotic thugs...
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Muzak's soothing what you think, but then we smell its fishy stink. Music is constructive feeling; it's art at best and THEN we're dealing! Save a buck on art and music—lose your soul, I think, abusing—all that you might somehow be... if you should KEEP your sanity!
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Once in school, a teacher's paid: teach damaged kids a damaged trade—standard English, small respect, some life beyond that child's neglect. Teaching nothing as it happens, they just suit sad circumstances...  They're among our disrespected, with some malice they're objected, paid small pittance, little mind, and no respect one comes to find.
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Their public school's a shell shocked hole: no programs, futures, books or soul! We've no money we could spend... providing what this needs to mend?  "School" is so much bilious crap.  We just don't care and that's a fact.
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...A few more teachers, good surroundings—make the learning valued, charming. Perchance to make kids LOVE their school? Have them grasp this golden rule? Make their learning real enough to TRULY make them better off!
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Pull them from their squalid holes, give them chances yours would know; too, empty prisons you have made to counter disrespects now paid!  You know, that mechanism you maintain to keep REAL slavery legal bane!
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I know there's more than what we see: a quantum relativity! A marriage of the macro space with causal subatomic grace! Tiny strings in humming loops to vibrate out our hand-held truths... in ways we can't perceive at all... from space and time and MORE this calls.
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I contest our frame of reference.  Aristotle's lost my deference. We don't hold a "center spot! To think we should? Hubristic rot!
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See, we are still conflicted by... those "crystal spheres" old Greeks contrive!
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Aristotle WAS quite wrong, but Christian churches played along. They would keep the lie alive, that they the chosen, favoredthrived! That they should wear creation's crown, and not be labeled as its clown. That they were always God's proud chosen, *masters* of all space emboldened... in all their faith or shallow dreams that they're not—at the LAST—obscene.
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Saucers flit and dance or flicker as our sordid games got sicker; we don't ask ourselves the questions curing, likely, mad obsessions...
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People suffer every day so others can pretend they're prey... while sitting in the tallest cotton with souls corrupted—grace forgotten!
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People starve, and rot or stink while others sip exotic drinks. People fret in misery, but faithful, kiss their rosaries...
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Trained to put their faith in God, these folks presume they need his nod... to ask, at last, the honest questions—real answers—sans rejection!  Though they're remiss if they believe untested faith provides relief, a life has value if examined... reconsidered... then re-examined!
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Some of us ARE good as gold! Some of us are hard and cold. Most are kept in shifting shadows, ignorant, misguided—callow.
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These, the ones who do the work, are kept in debt like foolish jerks, so some can have their crystal fixtures, autumn homes—expensive pictures...
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This "attitude," so mis-configured, serves us up our dung, I figure...
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Those on "top" would stay the same, and *write* their rules—insure the game. They would stay their harmful course so unconcerned—without remorse... blithely building "grand estates" which sprawl behind their iron gates.  Outside the gates it's hand to mouth and mortgages are headed south.  Health insurance is denied; the working poor are criminalized.  The gulf between them getting wider, elites contrive like cunning spiders...
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We aremerelybugs to them; we work and bleed as they condemn.  We lubricate their grand existence... in—unbalanced—coexistence as they mock our harsh travail that they've imposed and where we flail...
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Plus they keep the secrets, plainly—clasp them to their breasts insanely. They won't give us what we need, as we are here to work and breed to make more hands for them to use, souls that they corrupt, abuse...
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...And still our questions raise soiled hands, beseech the heavens as they stand... and ask, "please, what is going on..." ...as we're used up or preyed upon.


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Sunday, February 03, 2013

"F" You...

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I'd rather live what's real and suffer, tied to "wheels" and rent asunderslapped by chance and brought down lowbefore I'd take the path you show. You've ever earned my disrespect. You have performed in glad neglect, and lacking bruises for your shame you prosecute to shift the blame.  This explains why I've no trust and why I'm filled with rank disgust. See, trust is what you would betray as from our bones our flesh you flay!
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So, I'm compelled to this expressionI call it my provoked obsession. It satisfies and sustains me even as it frets and pains me. See, I'd offer I'm no longer fooled... by what you'd taught in canted schools!
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Too, I know that I'm a "bug" to you; I know that you can crush metrue... I know you'd swat melike a flyand instantly forget I died.
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Still, I bare my chest and DARE your "best-shot" as my test!  "F" you and your bully pulpit!  "F" you and your shiftless profit!  "F" you, you can make a "gesture" and—in conjecture—provide my censure!
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Though, that won't make you less a thuga common psychopathic slug. It won't leave you that much richer, fill your bellydraw your pitcher. It won't keep your fear at bay. It won't make me go away; I come backanother form! I am your unrest!  The norm!
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Conspiracy? It lives and breathes! It's but a symptom of disease betraying us to keep us backwardat the whim of brigands ... bastards!  Persons not unlike yourself... "right-wing swine"; but, I repeat myself.
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We're awash in "its" convenience; numbed and bullied, we won't see "it." We don't stand on solid ground, 'cause culture is contrivedunsound! It could go right up in smoke, a killer bug or comet, Folks!
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We won't even cop to truth that all admit corrupts our youth. See, YOU'RE content to build more jails where righteous scholarship is failed, plus YOU'RE so mean you'd fill that prison, slavery "up to date"your mission!?
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See? You want mere DUMMIES crossing you to keep their threat, then, minuscule...  A smarter mob provides no service.  They contrive to make you nervous! We don't matter! We never did! We're 'tissues' used with which you're rid.
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Keep us stupid, wrapped in 'sports', producing brand new 'guns' and 'forts'... 'till those of us provide excuseare ash-canned like those tissues used...
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I'm not important. I don't matterjust a mote, but I heat water.  Kept alive and "left alone" until I threatenthen I'm "mown."
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I'd look UP from where you put meI am sentient, so you "drug me"... ...with the newest "Willis film," "Super Bowls," or some "scandal's" filth.
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It seems to me the systems made to keep us stupid, scaredenslaved, and I perceive it clear and fine that no thing's done that's not contrived! It's smoke and mirrors, spin and dazzle ... keeps one guessing, hungry ... hassled ... keeps us *working*, buying *stuff* that wears too fastit's not enough!
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Perhaps it's best we suffer this to keep an edge that makes YOU rich?  Perhaps we need "too many people" to "pick and choose"just "cut" the feeble? Perhaps we should avoid the starsretreat from space, embrace YOUR "bars," and live our lives in hapless squalor, so you can live the good-life*father*?
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The *haves* control the *have-nots* then—that's the way it's always been. The *have-nots* cannot get get aheadwere they to "try" they'd be "shot dead."
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...But NOW we'd speak to everyone! The word gets out, and words are guns! Ideas at the speed of light are reaching out to brighten night! Everyone's a "TV station"not regulated? A CELEBRATION! ...And we can read the words of many unfiltered by the censor's plenty. We don't have to wait for answers! We can find, and cure, our "cancers"!
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We re-grasp our very lives! Yes! Snatch them back from men despised! ...Men who first despising usproviding they've betrayed our trust—enriched themselves at our expense by prosecuting said offence...
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It's hard enough to hoe their row if you've been blessed with any dough. It's hard to laugh, or see the sky, or sit around and wonder *why*!  Your struggle is travail and strife, so fear and terror rule your life!
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It's difficult when so distracted by the price the man's exacted... when he's forced you to be born in ignorance... ...that he supports! There is much that he pretends. What he hides upsetsoffends, and you, distracted, harriedbothered, are used like so much cannon fodder.
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Disrespected, and ignored (...until you bother "priests" and "lords"...) you blithely do their *earnest* bidding, ignore the saucers (leapingflitting!), and place your nose upon their stones to grind for them your powdered bones.
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We ALL shall sit on righteous thrones! Autonomy is ours alone! We have earned it in the way we're brought into this world to pay.
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Much *respected* before we're born, it's quick we find the real horn! Then we're scourged as we discover disrespect is then recovered, and treated like we're vermin—LICE we're snatched away from paradise!  Yes! Prenatal: good to go, though, pre-school kids hoe different rows! 
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Worse, we don't have a wit nor clue that what we're handed's "bent askew." We ignore our homelessness, we rape the Earth, but I digress. We can't earn our elevationcan't provide for our progression.  So we take the shortcuts there attempting to, then, get somewhere!
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We're mired in a mud of malicehate is rampant, hot, and callous! Schools are nurseries for that hatredcrowded, dirty, and outdated.
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We shall spawn "the man's" perdition, make him wallow late contrition. *He* shall wander marked, despised, when folks become awareget wise, and drive him from his airy reaches... those hateful... errant sons of bitches...
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