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On its wave-crest, wind-surfed "Time,"
we'll "soar and cleave"* on words of rhyme.
See, we don't tire tempting fate...
We've a hunger we would sate!
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Look... we have watched them changing color,
we've seen them flit or fly... and hover...
...unsettled tales, dissatisfaction...
peering 'twixt the main "detractions?"
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, in 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, in imprimus?
Forget it might be, plainly, you;
that 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," above, is on the spot
we are betrayed; that means a lot!
See, we've deserved this "hidden info"
kept from view—sans innuendo!
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apart from our control," the thing!
These, surely, must deny "enhancement"
as sure as these preclude "advancement"!
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...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's" author!
We're the folks who heat your water
Build your homes—your "comfort's" author!
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"You don't want to know the truth!"
That's 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?
One wonders at the SHAME they'll feel,
when comes—at last—to rest ... their "wheel."
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I factor in ones 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 comin' 'round for me?
It comes 'round too... for them, you see?
...That wheel comin' 'round for me?
It comes 'round too... for them, you see?
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Look, these 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"
which keeps their status quo hot wired...
so "they" confound as "we" perspire.
Much remains that IS suppressed ...
...t'would make a man his king, the bet!
T'would let a woman stand alone
to live a life that she should own.
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Too, energy, its glad production,
is overpriced, is the 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
offensive spending's defensive 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 ubiquities
of most of us in so much need!
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Many reaching for their stars
still team up gladly—"fly to Mars..."!
...Make the belt 'twixt Mars 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.
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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'll suffer 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! that'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.
Extend perforce our grasp and reach,
We've brand new stuff to learn and teach,
then pierce eternal—endless—skies...
this is the birthright we'd previse!
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We can make that "fateful climb,"
and sing new songs—make righteous rhyme...
We'd vibrate down sad castle walls—
dispel those few who'd trip bad pawls...
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Less is more, one then imagines,
but we still have our satisfactions...
...watch them grow, a pleasing tease...
This brings us from our scabby knees!
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Skyborne objects pulse a warning,
obviating needless mourning!
This glowing counsel's 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,
won't get it trading "fact" for phact™,
for we could cure our own disease
if we depart said scabby 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 insults 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 our 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," and 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 our 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," and 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!
lehmberg2002@gmail.com
...On the crest of the available wave and rushing gleefully to some foreign shore! See, whatever recedes in my rear-view mirror was NEVER "Kansas"! I'd know it if I saw it; then, I'd suspect I may have come from there, after all. ...And own up!
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
