| he is tall, and he is dark men don't understand the power he wields till they look up at him look into cold eyes judging second by second what they do the might of the free world is his to point and he knows it he cares and it is his weakness. |
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| "We must all remember, that the world is getting smaller if we do not care about each other we will not live together, but we will die together." - Mary
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| the road paint squeaks to me "color inside the lines!" |
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| politics is not a thankless job it is a patience less job. for no man or woman can wave a wand and fix the world but they can shove a government and drive the GDP up but you can only touch G C I N X these are outside of any one's control people are stupid and short-sighted and will burn at the cross any one that doesn't bring them utopia in a year even when a utopia could only take two. The left will never be left enough the right must always go farther right no man can stand in the middle there is no gray because we're all idiots |
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| Stop when it is late at night while the world slowly crawls to a murmur where parts are dancing with others sleeping in their comforts. Parks swaying in the wind the city rushes everywhere through sound it canvasses all but only in a rustle swarming over everything a cold ever present murmur bouncing and crashing off or through every particle it can till its waves die on your shore. The collective breath of a civilization whispering in every ear. I hear this whisper rippling on my drums the rhythm of our heart the engine of man purring along. Some would say God is in those details. But if anything of the sort, God is waves. |
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