Power and privilege can be chased if you're addicted to the change you can create.  Even if you're bold enough to claim righteous deeds, you become untrustworthy.
But even as you least expect it, power and privilege will find you in life, and it's that kind of power -- when the universe bestows it -- with which you can absolutely be trusted.
Champion your dharma and live out your dramatic truth in all the universal glory.

Just imagine if
There was no government
Goodness gracious
There'd be a lot to fear, wouldn't it?

Evil acting agents incognito and anonymous
Despondency'd be common all because of all the seedy peeps
Beady-eyed greedy-acting low power-hungry leniency
Inefficient industry, unreliable currency
Questionable access to guns
Leaving you feelin' unsafe in the city
Unjust evils everywhere
No one with the will to care
Probably cuz they can't get food and lack proper nutrition
Imagine what's left of school's a mess
No community build a fence
Overpay or hard to trade
Can't get rest
Unclean water, can't afford a home
You'll drink to both or smoke to dome
Jobs would be hard to come by but you could finally grow your own
Who not what you knew would matter
More than ever
No one would save us from nuclear fallout weather
No plumbing means the rivers'd fill with feces
People'd cut the trees in greed and leave invasive species
Death to all large native fauna
Replaced with vacant blacktop saunas
And half-cooked concepts that a goverment'd be better

Great adversity
One perspective away from
Bountiful blessings

Holding onto other people's traumas
So I'm not left facing my own
Figure if I keep helping others'
I'll solve mine alone with a poem

As the world crashes
To the world I wish to see
Which me should I be

Martyrs bear its proof:
They've already remembered
I's what they forget

You either smilin'
Or you silent; by choice or
Broke rights and violence

I know reflections
Of a thousand other mirrors
This - the path I tread

What if you discovered that the puppet master was just a tangle of other puppets...

Interconnectedness is paramount to who we are, to life itself
To get loose is not to get free -- to get free is to love the strings you keep

What's needed to see
World peace -- a miracle, or
Magnifying glass

Prized beautiful beach!
Plant your heels!  Lasso that wave!
Ride, surfer cowboy

Master's makeshift meal
Weeds whistle with the widow
Mourning matter makes

Wake eat work play sleep

Loud truck rumbling
A strained love call from tree tops
Man picking mushrooms

Inherit..h e a v e n
Where a mass of our mistakes
Met the biomass

That which lily pads
Do not do -- Oh fantastic!
The water shimmers ~

You try to sell your soul
But you can't get no bread for it

Here all the choice that lay beforith

To eat thereof the tree of life an **** it as thy bask fatted in the glory of a newborn star

Or to abstain there frometh an look inside eternal black thusly with knowledge that your stomach's redeeming feast is but a headturn away

The toad does notice
Most the river runs by it
But the whirlpool sings

Looking for the void
Constitutes your very bones
Still you labor on

Bells, procedures; and
Students learn to break a heart
Before tie a shoe

Those in power lose sleep watching our every move

To go so far as to blanket our world in satellites

But those oppressed have been watching them in excess of ten thousand years

Oh how they long for that kind of control

Their ***** truth is that the meek have already inherited the Earth a hundred times over

The chains were forged for the poor

Blackness is nothing but a convenient excuse

Will you be saved by your skin tone when you are the new lowest on the totem?

Non-duality
Complements duality
What's beyond beyond?

Mind the terrorist
In time, he brings the very peace
You fear is destroyed

Where ends natural?
Biological weapons?
The fear in our hearts?

Cling to righteousness
Legislate morality...
...Justify dissent

The background to the figure
The canvas to the background
The artist to the canvas
The muse to the artist
The figure to the muse
...

Once they have control
The many will celebrate
They'll call it world peace

Wait for clarity...
Why mind mud?  I see myself
Equally as clear

Funny how we find --
Its like we bury treasure
And "X" in our mind

Was the seed in strife?
From pain did it then emerge?
It must lament death...

The cultivator
Was he then the seeds savior?!
Assurance of life

What conditioning!
For mere service to the God
Stripped when fruit was ripe

...Seed sows sorrow now
Bound to the cultivator
Eternal truth found

In strife it may be
But at least then it lived free
When some death seemed bound

And essential

All the thief may steal
Is Earth that you've distinguished
"Your's" instead of "Our's"

In a patterning in which an infinite number of variables could be considered
There is a why not for every why

When I do transmute
Its only the shaped I move
The shapeless I use

Death's liberation
That all things fall forgotten
Lends the will to live

Toes up to the stream
Siphoning an allowance
And there was no fee

Instrumentation
Bows to whispers in my heart
When counting spring buds

No woe where I dance
I'm the opulent side of
The carbon cycle

We should take a side
If we grow too invested
Thereby end the play

Mother Earth inhaling to life
Life exhaling to humanity
Humanity inhaling to me
Me exhaling to the mystery
The mystery -- the eternal breath

Joy
Does not come in to you
It comes out of you

A rooted figure.
Though too soon the pattern slips,
...Life lasts a lifetime

Unclench grasping fists
Open hands are better poised
To catch mysteries

Reciprocation
Is not asked; The sun's love is
Unconditional

I remember the weather the day that I met you
Sunny; with a storm in your back pocket

I remember your beauty
Vividly shone through
The tears that you knew to erase it

I was your rock
Steadfast, protruding
A cold slab for bleeding
The demons out of your soul

But after four years
You were all bled out
Dried was the well of your anguish

One sided affair
The smile you then gave it
Said have a nice life

Withered rose -- framed, shelved;
Her supple scent forgotten
Figure long remains

The sound of tear streams
Tears the patterns asunder --
Deafening silence

And she's dead now

And when my moment came in the procession of faces all I could muster was, "I'm sorry it is under these circumstances that I am finally seeing you again"

And you managed, "Better now than never again"

And my eyes are dry but my heart is in a twisted knot of emotion

And I can't decide whether you have played yourself the fool or have spoken the profound wisdom

And I let one tear drop and decide you've done both