| 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
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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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| this man
this man is in your dreams
not every dream
not every one
But this man will reappear
You will know this man as father
even when this man is not father
this man will fly with you
but will only reflect
beside you in the air
no words are needed
this man is a romantic
ugly
but always charming
with sweet words
this man will show you which way is out
from whatever labyrinth
you sleep in
this man will have sex with any of you
if you want
for this man always has imagination
to buy your pleasing
sometimes this man dresses up like Santa
sometimes this man is a balloon floating like a head
forever just out of your reach
and other times
when you are trapped
every night
in nightmares
when you are stuck in hell
when others beat you
and you cry yourself awake
wet in sweat and fear
this man will show himself
blankly on the television screen
and you will beg this man not to hurt you
this man will slit your throat
and you will gargle at this man's blank face
but you shall never be trapped in that hell again
this man is always watching
this man knows that when Fallout happens
Americans must go North.
this man surfs your dreams
this man will always be
this man |
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| just because I don't believe in God
doesn't mean I couldn't use somebody
couldn't worship something
that pats my head
as I go to sleep
to let me know tomorrow will come
justice will be served
and all will be right.
but each night I go to bed
with my own dreams
my own life
and only one world
no hand pats my head night after night
no God assuages my fear
it's just me
alone in my mind
which means it's just me
alone in my life
that I can count on
to make things right
to make sure justice is served
but I'm just one voice
one point
one being
in a vast array of fears
joys
hopes
and general distaste or pleasure for what is
so I know that each morning when I wake
and every morning that anyone wakes
they are alone in their mind
despite the echoes of so many others
thoughts and beliefs
This world is ours
and it belonged to those who came before
and all who come after
there is no universal sense of justice
no galactic hand to pat us on the head
just us
and our own moral compasses
so take time to calibrate them right
use not money as a means of gauging good
don't rely on capitalism alone
for life is not an Ayn Rand novel
regardless of how much you love greed
she will always cheat on you
and while some are strong enough to hold the pillars of life in place
they'd be fools to shrug their burdens
the government answers to many things
but should truly fear only one
us
so if there is something that life requires in your eyes
but lacks in existence
use your hands, your mind, and your soul
because they are all you have to shape this world
because even if God is real
and we can use him to think the world seems fine
in all honesty we have no way to prove such a fancy
but there is all the proof you could need,
that you are real
that this world can change
and that hands can mold it
So reach out,
make positive changes
and go to sleep at night
with the comfort
of your own deeds.
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| I've been saving up all my nights
and rounding down all my days
saving up in hopes that you'll buy the same
and go all my same ways
i know you
through blank eyes
dripping in disdain
you'll never be anyone
so keep looking down
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Stumble It!
