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There's not enough time to accomplish your "will"!
By a factor of five? Why, you'd take more time, still!
So, forget any "ending" that isn't your own;
it's the "ride" that's important... that's what we are shown!
See, time has an essence that is fractal, it seems;
it's running out fast... or interminable, see?
They're no absolutes; time is hoary and relative:
gone quick as that flash... or has lasting imperative.
Absolute values? ...A path to extinction...
where "values" are measured with clueless distinction...
Where "sentience" is hated as if "from the devil"?
Celebrate ignorance, but get out your shovel.
There's a price to be paid for pursuing stupidity.
Especially along with its trumpian cupidity.
So, what do we "pack" in our moments and hours...
if not filling lives with such truths as empowered?
A hard row to hoe... ...but existing "above"?
There, you are excluded when their push comes to shove...
where much we might treasure and value retreats,
and is lost, or it fades; but presumed "incomplete."
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And what have we gained but to stack sad "possessions"?
What do we "pile" but sad debt they've concessioned?
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to complicate faiths that we shan't understand?
What do we have but corroded philosophy...
crap spewed by illiberals! Whores fraught with hypocrisy!
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Yeah... kings (and their priests) hide their smirks behind hands
...which are richly appointed as they wave dark commands;
see, we are mere pawns in their struggle for power, yes,
stolen from those who've been heating the water!
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...And, who are these persons from whom we draw heat?
Well, all are forlorn folk who won't see their peaks!
These are the ones who're left at the gate...
who're shut out of doors to discover cruel fates!
Where is the justice in truth not forthcoming?
Where do the psychopaths actually hide?
Where will the fairness begin its glad drumming
too faint, but yet heard, in a truth to surprise?
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When will the Earth, then, begin her renewal?
When will the "great" be concerned for the "small"?
When will good answers spur the best question
that's answered in TURN minus spin, dodge, or stall!
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Where do we start to respect individuals?
When do we pay off despicable loans?
Why won't we turn from our sad acquisitions,
and tear dark *pretenders* from scurrilous thrones?
When do we pay down our perilous debt?
When do we clean up the mess that we've kept?
When do we stop all the meanness we've raked
and feel compassions now earnestly faked?
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Why do those "saucers" continue to plague us?
Why are they seen in our day AND night skies?
Why do they tease us (or shame us!) with sightings
so damned inconclusive—I'd want to know why!
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And it's not just a murmur of pique from some whacko;
my interest's sane, they are cited—they're shared!
The challenges challenged remain SO unchallenged;
there's an ominous silence, and we should beware!
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Issues have answers that we're not receiving.
We're too distracted by the things we can buy.
Stuff that is wasteful, cross-purposed, and hateful
is what is "served up"—so abusively—why?
With a grasp that is firm on the ring in your nose,
they are not chained by the rules they impose!
Lords of *their* manors, ordained by *their* gods,
you'll step off and fetch it when they give the nod!
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Forget contributions that you have been making
to nebulous groups who pursue the hard sell:
churches and other glib (closed!) institutions
who skim from the top all our lifeblood, themselves!
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What are you now but a cog in their wheel
and fretting through days with your nights so unreal—
tossing and turning and feeling the dread
of the earthquakes and windstorms to vex you ahead.
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Tell me I'm crazy, a certified loony
to have studied the things that I do—as I have.
But, tell me the saucers that show up (so plainly!)
will only show up in a "head" that's gone "bad."
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Call me a whacko—bereft of my senses.
Assign me a spot far away in the fringes.
Dismiss me as "woo-woo", bricks shy of your load.
A conspiracy "nut" you engage but to goad...
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...But answer my questions, address my concerns,
and put out this fire that rages and burns!
Give me the facts, *sir*, though heaven's brought down;
revealed: kings and their priests... become jesters and clowns!
- lehmberg2002@gmail.com
- http://www.alienview.net/
A corrosive if inconsequential coterie of non-contextual clowns will have a bonny day with this—no doubt. These aforementioned are clowns so predictably circumspect as to avoid, and assiduously: that the issues raised above are evidence of psychopaths from the middle ages made real in the first quarter of the Twenty-first Century. "Dispassionate Thugs" only brought up to date.
These privileged murderers would live forever on the erased hopes and shattered dreams of those persons destroyed... be happy and fulfilled by it ...as they always have... reader, as they always have.
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