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On its wave-crest, wind-surfed "Time,"
we "soar and cleave"* on words in rhyme.
We don't tire tempting fate.
We've a hunger we would sate!
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See? We have watched them changing color,
seen them flit or fly and hover ...
...unsettled tales, dissatisfaction...
peering 'twixt the main "distractions?"
Like: who does "wrongly" what to whom?
Who's "scratching itches best impugned"?
Where's Bill Clinton put his penis?
What's it to you, then, imprimus?
Forget it might be, plainly, you;
Like: who does "wrongly" what to whom?
Who's "scratching itches best impugned"?
Where's Bill Clinton put his penis?
What's it to you, then, imprimus?
Forget it might be, plainly, you;
and you are being insulted. TRUE!
...And where you're not insulted, friend?
You're injured, the result... ...comprende?
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...And where you're not insulted, friend?
You're injured, the result... ...comprende?
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You who'd buy-in on the lie
which keeps things as they are: contrived!
...If Jim's remotely on the spot
we are betrayed; that means a lot!
We've deserved the "hidden info"
kept from view—sans innuendo.
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These, surely, must deny "enhancement"
as sure as these preclude "advancement"!
Let it go, Sir! Tell us true!
Treat us with respect! We're YOU!
We're the folks who heat your water
Build your homes; your comfort, author!
We're the folks who heat your water
Build your homes; your comfort, author!
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"You don't want to know the truth,"
is what you get from these aloof—
these who hold selected cards
that they've held out—the way things are.
Forgetting those who keep their nose
on grinding wheels, so indisposed...
I wonder at the SHAME these feel,
when comes—at last—to rest ... their "wheel."
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I factor in their living "well,"
with many homes (...dispensing hell!)
and know they're threatened... by us their "slaves"
who prop them up—as in Sparta's day.
These would fear we'd turn them out;
they're likely RIGHT! ...Without a doubt!
That wheel comes around to me
Much like it comes around to thee...
That wheel comes around to me
Much like it comes around to thee...
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See, they have earned our righteous anger
putting us so far in danger!
We're mere slaves and just don't matter (?),
they live behind their walls and gather
*berries*, *nuts*, and freeze dried food
to insulate their cherished broods.
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All the science we are "shown"
is just a fraction on the "bone."
This keeps their status quo hot wired...
so they propound as *we* perspire.
Much remains that IS suppressed ...
would make a man autonomous!
T'would let a woman stand alone
to live a life that she could own.
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Too, energy, its glad production,
is overpriced, is my deduction.
This is true or we would see
the profits made could set us free!
We could pave our streets with gold,
were we to be remotely bold,
and find a way to obviate
defensive spending's offensive hate!
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There would be NO misery,
gone the threat to you and me.
Homeless people disappear,
battered women lose their fear,
worried men take easy breaths,
and we would come to KNOW we're blessed!
and we would come to KNOW we're blessed!
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...Not a few, or a minority,
even most, or a majority,
but ALL the people satisfied
by what they make of joyful lives.
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The point is to self-actualize!
To build upon what's realized!
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So! Taking Maslow at his word,
we build the tiers of pyramids, sir!
Everyone a place to stay,
with food and health a given, say.
Education on demand,
plus ethics reigning—understand?
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Looking out for single persons,
those reaching for their star's assertions,
but copping to ubiquity
of most of us in so much need.
Many reaching for their stars
still team up gladly—fly to Mars...
make the belt 'twixt Mar's and Jove
a three-ring garden pleasure grove!
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...Bubbles blown up huge in space
that, fusion heated (just so placed),
would make a wealth, yes (!), unimagined
by the greatest minds imagined.
Near Earth Asteroids are a BOON
ignored by these contentious loons
who place the center of their lives
in "Aristotle's spheres" contrived!
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Lost in seas of ignorance,
awash in our belligerence,
and TAUGHT our lack of confidence,
we ponder lack of consequence!
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We won't BE, at all, superior,
we will tend to the inferior;
we will tend to the inferior;
we will lose our glad interiors
and ROT consume our false exteriors?
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See, buying in to Earth's rape WILLS
we swallow—bitter—poison pills,
counting all the maimed and killed—
surveying massive graves we've filled—
but COP, and we could make it past
this paying down the bill amassed
by unelected (jealous) men...
who'd live sweet lives becoming them.
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More could share! It's not denied!
Our lack of shame's to be decried!
See, we could be as gods described
if we but looked into our skies.
We'd extend our grasp and reach,
have brand new stuff to learn and teach,
and pierce eternal—endless—skies...
this our birthright we require!
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We can make that "fateful climb,"
and sing new songs—make righteous rhyme...
to vibrate down sad castle walls—
dispel those few who'd cast their pawl...
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Less is more, one then imagines,
and we still have our satisfactions,
watch them grow, a pleasing tease,
to bring us from our callused knees!
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Sky-borne objects pulse a warning,
obviating needless mourning,
glowing counsel meant to stun...
so you, at last, see insult done!
That you BEAR your insult, more,
from "church" and "state," and corner "store"!
You see them on your smaller screen!
Corporations cold—obscene.
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It's all about manipulation,
our "selling drugs and burgers" nation—
milking millions from the ones
who pay their taxes under guns!
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We deserve much more than that,
don't get it trading fact for phact™,
for we could cure our own disease
if we departed callused knees!
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Presently we have some answers
("lost" in drawers or killed by "cancers")
that we'd USE for elevation,
self-improvement—improvisation!
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Please, have a w i d e r field of view
and see the insult done to you!
You would gain; you would not lose—
of needs, destroyed, the gates they've used
to hide the *secrets* from your eyes!
These fall like fruit ...from starry skies.
All at once an efficacious,
unrestrained, and most bodacious,
Synergy anoints us all
and we endure... avoid the fall.
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Do that which you'd will, good folk
But do "that which" in Love, no joke...
More of us could "actualize"
That "Peak experience," no jive.
One deserves to meet potential
Where one endures the existential
Contrived as that existence is,
but—sadly—that's the way of it.
All at once an efficacious,
unrestrained, and most bodacious,
Synergy anoints us all
and we endure... avoid the fall.
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Do that which you'd will, good folk
But do "that which" in Love, no joke...
More of us could "actualize"
That "Peak experience," no jive.
One deserves to meet potential
Where one endures the existential
Contrived as that existence is,
but—sadly—that's the way of it.
alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net
On the crest of the available wave and rushing gleefully to some foreign shore. Whatever recedes in my rear-view mirror was NEVER "Kansas"! I'd know it if I saw it; I suspect I may have come from there, after all.
Restore John Ford!
*I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite. ...And while I rise from my own globe to others and penetrate ever further through the eternal field... ...that which others saw from afar I leave far behind me. — Giordano Bruno
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