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To: Career politicians and insiders
From: The great unwashed rabble beneath your feet

Over the next few years, and into the foreseeable future,
Your past and present performance
Will be scrupulously reviewed
With an eye toward
Eliminating hangers-on and dead weight.
No cow is sacred
When so many are starving.
The heiress apparent to the retiring CEO
has been shown the door;
the head of sales now the head of state.
There will be regular meetings
With the new HR director.
Those of you who've been with us
For a while will know him well.
His name is Howard Beale.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AS4aiA17YsM
That words are divine,
But that poetry
Is made by living:

Become the poem.
I spent my life
trying to please my family

It didn't work

I spent my life trying to
Please others


I spent my life......
Be yourself
There are so many questions
like, is love an invention?
Is peace a prevention,
of the wars of deception?
Will I lose myself if I have no one else?
Will there be nothing left
if I hold my breath?

I can get lost
if I'm not willing to learn.
I can get cold
if I let the fires burn.
All of the bridges
that I've tried to earn
might as well not exist
if I've nothing to yearn.

There's a gun in my hand
and in my soul
There's a gun in my mind
when I lose
control
But the gun in my heart's
on a deeper
roll
I don't know how to stop
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom

Are there answers?
Or are we destined for cancers?
Are we dancers
in a minefield of adders?
Will the snakes keep us warm when we're asleep?
Will they bind our wounds,
and leave us with our souls to keep?

I've been in the pit so long, it's home.
A battleground so thick, yet so alone.
I've lost my mind, but I haven't lost my heart;
it doesn't know how to speak
without the will to say what's hard.
It's gone soft,
a gentle, hopeless thing.
Without a mind, how can it even sing?
So it's armed to the teeth
in the confusion of the storm.
The world is dark
there is no more a norm.
Will a heart lost at sea ever find its mark.
If you don't know what I mean,
just look at where we are.

There's a gun in my hand
and in my soul
There's a gun in my mind
when I lose
control
But the gun in my heart's
on a deeper
roll
I don't know how to stop
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom

The gun never stops
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom

Find a way to stop
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom
I hope you enjoyed this poem :)
Have a great day.

DEW
Do you see the towers of the, towers of the mind.
Broadcasting jealousy and sin of every kind.
Was hopefully lost, but now I’m hopelessly found.
Was flying high, but now I’m hugging the ground.

Dangerous music of the, music of the lion,
Scaring the children, can you hear ’em cryin’?
Sometimes sleeping sound, sometimes waking silent.
Always eating lifeforms, always acting violent.

Do you mind, yes do you mind, a different tasting relief?
Do you dream of God, or does the devil ***** belief?
You say I was blind, now I want you to say that I see.
You will lock the doors and I will distribute the key.

Safely seeking seven songs so silence stops.
Broken bridges braying creating many crops.
A spectacular vernacular sweeps the nation.
A dreadful mouthful regurgitated elation.

Sight to the sorrowful, blindness to the blissful.
I dare say corporate ****** tarnish the beautiful.
I wrote this poem on November 19th, last year.
It was a great time, because I'd just gotten back in touch with writing poetry for myself and I feel I was successful in expressing my emotions, philosophies and dreams as I paved my path to today.

Please enjoy, and also comment if you're brave :)

DEW
When the cage has no bars, what do you rattle?
I grab my chest, something is pounding inside!
Maybe I'm the cage...
I'm a walking, talking penitentiary.
My uniform is black, my prisoner is blue,
these words that I'm writing, he's writing to you!
Yet I'm an accomplice because I too am a prisoner,
I build walls and break them down hoping the symbolism will free me.
I traversed the world searching for a way out, my only hope is the sky,
so I created all of you to help me fly.
I just lied, didn't I? That's what you'd wish.
Baby, you've got no class if you're not the main dish.
A car or a plane or a train or a ship.
You can go anywhere you want but you can't leave this "planet"... sh#$!
Where do you want to go, J? You barely leave your house.
"Shh, I need an excuse to hate my life!"
You don't need to hate you, that's a job for your ex-wife...
"Sshhhhhh."
Writer's Note: This hails from back in November 2016, LOL. It's just been sitting unpublished... it is weird, though.
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