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I'm not all alone in a "meaningless" struggle,
there are others who hunger to know;
we're singular folk with our shorts in a bunch...
...who are yearning to "know" ...so's to grow!
.
We're people aspiring our dreams to come true,
we're folks unaware we're not free?
We're many who work far too hard for too few:
these bereft of all wounds to their knees!
.
The former might love in a good kind of way,
precluding possession or pause;
we're people aware of the challenges sought,
betrayed by those "men made of straw."
.
We are folk made of iron who prefer what is real
—we're folk who would pay our fair share—
we're folk "looking out" to the depths of our heavens...
who can contemplate "God" ...as not there!
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We are folk with our missions,
we're a folk with our plans,
and we're folk who'll "engage"
what we don't understand!
We're tolerant folk, with a generous flair,
We're looking for truthfulness—caring to dare!
.
Accused for the anger
that measures "the way"...
of the lives that we lead...
that could lead us astray,
we are held in derision
unearned and un-unqualified,
then attacked by false gods
held on "faith," so un-quantified!
.
So, how can we validate
faith we 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!
.
...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 that's not so.
We must count on ourselves
for salvation, Jon Snow!
.
We're all the salvation
of that which can be!
"First responders" are humans!
Thanking God? Booboisie!
.
You're "bothered" I'm angry,
yet won't give an inch
when it's YOU who's betrayed
by "God's minions'" mad "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 your head,"
for their lack of fair play...
"them" provoking real dread,
we leap and we scratch
for the "air" we're denied,
demand yet again, hidden:
"whats", "hows", and "whys"!
.
"Demanding" is harsh;
I'll admit it upfront.
It writes a "big check"
sans the trick, dodge, and shunt...
Though, we are compelled!
We are moved to take pains!
we'll soar, and we'd cleave,
but we'd question our gains!
.
We'll read and we'll study
the nature of things
that makes a new cloth
of the stuff that we think,
...as we must conclude
that the story we're told...
has been short a "mixed grill"
... by a "chop" the *man* holds!
.
I'm happy to say
that I won't go along
with intolerance, hatred,
exclusiveness—their wrongs.
MY definitions,
if so likely not yours—
if you've stacked
crooked decks
with your hip pocket jurors...
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Still, I WON'T tear my eyes
from the fathomless sky
that pulses in dances
so often described
as a shape-changing saucer
that stays out of view
in a fog that's produced
by the *man*... Is this true?
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Conspiracy lives in a cave
that it's made
by the profits achieved with its power—
CRIME PAYS!
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...Though, where are those powers
we've all been denied?
They own them all! Friend—
we're betrayed and deprived!
.
...And "we" DON'T even know it... (?)
we're huffing their fogs—
heating in saucepans
so slowly, small frogs...
.
The heat is unhurried,
and at first, feels good.
...And soon we are sleepy,
as if drugged (!)—understood?
.
...And then all in good time,
it's too hot... ...and too late!
On menus, mere fodder,
our legs on their plate!
.
Then who might it be;
who descends with a knife
with his fangs all agleam
for our flesh and our life?
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No fair blaming "Satan"—
he's into free will!
Yeah, 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 real game's name...
.
No, Klasskurtxian "balancers" (?)...
have been forcing our hand!
It's "self-interested judgment,"
"bereft," understand?!
It's arrogant hubris
so, sans all humility!
To think so's futility!
.
What's "up" may be "down."
What is "in" may be "out."
We're not even knowing, see,
what we are about!
.
Too? It's you not aware
who's to "pay" for your "play";
if believing there's (only)
just "ONE" way to pray!
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But, what's this to 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"?
.
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!
.
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*,
assign them 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?
So... wrong!
Seems plain that income is reasonably re-distributed down by a government of its People because it's the People who know and understand that that income, left alone? ...It will only ever "trickle up," ...dividing the People inside a house becoming increasingly divided and so unable to stand! Will this be us? Divided? Crippled?
Care to Dare! Dare to Care! Restore John Ford! It's your freedom spared!
Care to Dare! Dare to Care! Restore John Ford! It's your freedom spared!
Restored John Ford!
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