| 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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| evolution is a constant abacus
slowly ticking beads
trying new combinations
seeing what works
then seeing what works best
at working
at being
for you see
evolution has no grand plan
outside of live
under this only plan
all forms of life thrive
and what lives in one place
may not be possible in another
there are varying valences
around the central pillar of life
that may be filled in certain ways
not all life has the same number of shells
some life is singular
lonely
but alive
moving the blips
up
down
across
each aisle
to find a balance
to find what keeps |
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| turn by turn
part by part
interactions passing through
existing in the same position
being in the same way
we hold our color
we are our charge
but you are not me
though we share the same place
same face
same movements
we are intertwined
but you are not me
and I am not you
regardless of how either of us
spins
no more toes
one more baby
6 years of education
and naught to show for it. |
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