| 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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