Time encompasses all
We control time now, we do
Drugs that shrink it down
Fear that makes it loop in a fiery circle of delay
Photocopy the half opened iris
In on the light as it travels at its own speed
Our picture alters our view
This is a better picture
Which photographs not only where they were
But where they were going
Origin and legacy
All in one
Where can we find shattered minds?
In the dropping sands of
We know not what exists
Actions float above us
We sit at the bottom of a well
Sipping tea and chatting idly
Three clumps of sugar, no ice
I do like your hat
my wolf is yet a plague of thought,
again I am consumed by loves gentle rock.
the more it shields me from the stench of my rot,
I remember all I once forgot.
no one has caught my heart,
I think it's torn apart
so raw, the tragedy of desire
the smoldering fire of blue flames
burn my love into a smoke,
which I inhale with the attempt
to recycle and filter out all the hurt I've caused.
and for no one.
a romantic dying hard
trying not to escape the truth
while at the same time trying not to create any lies.
Fuck your face value bullshit rapist fuckin' views
Cut this nations claws off before their even used
Sick of this shit, it's all we ever get,
Blasted on every fuckin' screen that we use
They tell us how to live, how to look, how to learn, how to yearn
What we want, what we need, what we can't fuckin' be
It's a shame, it's a pain, it's bull shit, it's vein, I'm fuckin' enraged
We sit and soak up these words, choke, it's absurd
Like it matters in the end, we all fall victim again
Cause it's fuckin' engrained inside our fuckin' veins
We need to be told, cause we're afraid on our own
The voice in our head, belongs to them instead
We forgot to question what's real, what's a big fuckin' deal
Accept it again, and again, and again
Til' I'm beating my head off the wall cause I'm tired of you all.
He itemized his medical bills,
Maxed retirement deductions.
He's given cash to charities
and Democratic functions.
This scion of the one percent
knows its his cash they're after.
Manipulating tax returns
will keep him the last laugher.
A death this year is profitable
before tax cuts expire.
While he'll probably miss his parents
Still he set their house on fire.
He hates to see the old place go
but still he watched it burn
while thinking of deductions
for the Estate tax return.
( No actual parents were harmed in the making of this poem)