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Curtis May 2014
I love the rain
And the thunder
Destroying
Cleansing
Then birthing life new

These house they flood
And people act
As if it's spilled blood

Blame nature
If you must
But it is you
Who lives within it
Curtis May 2014
So I'll just sit and chill
And these spaces in my brain
Try to fill
Curtis May 2014
In the land of equality
We are anything but
"It is the opportunity
Not the man."

With my brother in a suit
And I in a collar of blue
It would seem
Agree is all i can do
But that is far from true

Mostly
It comes down to you
And what you choose to do
But there is a factor
A medium of exchange
Thats pressed into our brains

"You must not know you,
Only the thing you choose to do,
The thing to make you money."
The concept just is far from funny

With the world we live in
And the effort it takes
For a computer
To make
A computer
We surely can't rid of this medium of exchange
Bartering is for fools I'm sure
My country tells me so
And to work for my country I'll go
Curtis May 2014
It makes me sad
Sometimes drives me mad
Should I be glad?
I guess it is not so bad
To know
Love I have never had
  May 2014 Curtis
SG Holter
Power line cutting a thick
Scar across the
Hillside of
Trees.
Signatures of Civilisation; straight
Lines and angles,
Perfect circles. All within
What has none.
Needs none.
Wants none.

Maimed and modified
By the cynical scalpel
Of laziness named Progress,
By incompetent
Surgeons.

Waterfalls tamed and forced
Through turbines.
This naked mountaintop
Was a mile stone
For pedestrian generations.
Now it holds that giant antenna
Like a spiteful eyesore
To those who love
The land.

Power and signals, to sit
In air conditioned comfort
And watch
Nature shows on TV.
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The water
Warm
Smelling of rubber

It relieves not my skin
Rather it makes
A film of sweat so thin
Holding my heat in

I envy those
Who can say heat
I do not know

I mean not
Those on a california shore
Or even those
In a middle eastern war

I mean to say
Those who dream
Of seeing even a slightest
Hint of a stream

For it is they
Who would look to me
And would say

"It is a feat
To survive such heat,
But the weather here
Will never come near."
I know not heat
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