Sunday, August 26, 2012

...Folk Wronged...




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I'm not all alone in a "meaningless" struggle, there are others who hunger to know; singular folk with their shorts in a bunch... ...who are yearning to "know" as they go!
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People aspiring dreams to come true, people aware they're un-free. Many who work, far too hard, for too few: those bereft of all wounds to their knees! The former might love in a good kind of way, precluding possession or pause; they're people aware of the challenge they seek, eschewing that "man made of straw."
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These are folk made of iron who prefer what is real—folk who would pay a fair share—folk "looking out" to the depths of their heavens... and who contemplate "God" as not there!
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These are folk with a mission, folk with a plan, folk who "engage" what they don't understand! Tolerant folk, with a generous flair, looking for truthfulness—caring to dare!
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Accused for the anger that measures the way... of the lives that we lead... that must lead us astray, I am held in derision profound if un-unqualified, then attacked by false gods held on "faith," so un-quantified!  So, how can I validate faith I can't own, when having such faith is as valueless stone?  See, I'm taking "big issue" with your "faith from behind"; I shove this up yours because you've shoved it up mine!
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...And ain't it a bitch as we bring it on home, as we wire the planet with cellular phones—may we limp to our dooms with our prayers on our lip as we pray to dim gods who might rescue our ship… but that's not forthcoming; we know it's not so.  We must count on ourselves for our "rescue" we know.
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You're "bothered" I'm angry, yet won't give an inch when it's me who's betrayed by "God's minions" proud "stench"... imposed by said minions for profits unfair... profits then claimed by the ones who won't share!
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Contused and abridged for the "hair on my head," for their lack of fair play ... them provoking real dread, I leap and I scratch for the air I'm denied, demand yet again, hidden "what's", "how's", and "why's."
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"Demanding" is harsh; I'll admit it up front. It writes a "big check" sans the trick, dodge, and shunt...

Though, I am compelled! I am moved to take pains! I'll soar, and I'd cleave, but I'll question my gains!
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I'll read and I'll study the nature of things that makes a new cloth of the stuff that I think, as I must conclude that the story I'm told... has been short a "mixed grill"... by a "chop" the *man* holds!
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I'm happy to say that I won't go along with intolerance, hatred, exclusiveness–wrong. MY definition, but so, likely, not yours—if you've stacked crooked decks with your hip pocket jurors...
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I WON'T tear my eyes from the fathomless sky that pulses in dances so often described as a shape changing saucer which stays out of view in a fog that's produced by the *man*... Is it true?
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Conspiracy lives in a cave that it's made by the profits achieved with its powerCRIME PAYS!
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...Though, where are the powers we've all been denied? They own them all! Friend—you're betrayed and deprived!
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...And you DON'T even know it... huffing their fog—heating in sauce pans so slowly, small frog. The heat is unhurried, and at first it feels good. And soon you are sleepy, as drugged (!)—understood?
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...And then all in good time, it's too hot... ...and too late! On menu, mere fodder, your legs on a plate! Then who might it be; who descends with a knife with his fangs all agleam for your flesh and your life?
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Don't blame the "Satan"—he's into free will! Yes, he's high on himself, but he's not as been billed.   "Do what you will" he had always proclaimed!  "But do it in love," was the name of the game.  No, Klasskurtxian "balance" (?)... been forcing your hand! It's "self-interested" judgment, bereft, understand?!  What's "up" may be "down."  What is "in" may be "out."  We're really not knowing, see, what we are about!  See, it's you not aware who's to "pay" for your "play"; believing there's (only) just "ONE" way to pray!
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What's this too do with the stuff in our skies? What am I on about this time you cry? Why am I angry, intense, and insulting? What's it to do with our "saucer consulting"?
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Well, what if *they're* watching us tromp on our dicks, recording us acting like assholes and pricks! What if they see us behaving like monsters–criminals, felons, or knaves and imposters!
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All "AGREE" that they're "out there," to a man and his dog! "Life has imperative," it's heard through the fog.  Though, we limit our *watchers*, assigning our fear—"We can't get THERE, *therefore*, they can't get HERE"!
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Were it me I don't think I'd forgive such temerity; amazingly, we go un-whacked... out of charity? Yes, what if they're watching us act like mere predators? What if we scare them (?); we risk an indebtedness! What if we blow our ONE chance to belong? What if we screw up our blessing?
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That's wrong!











Seems plain that income is reasonably re-distributed down by a government of the People because the People know and understand that, left alone?  It will only "trickle up," dividing the People inside a house becoming increasingly divided and so unable to stand!   

Care to Dare! Dare to Care! Restore John Ford! It's your freedom spared!

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