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  Nov 2016 Allan Frei
hannah way
Together we'll tackle
Everything from
Breakfast to mountains
And we'll face decisions
Like blueberry or maple
Like climb or trek
And we'll handle it all
With yes dear or
No sweetheart
you're drunk
h.w.
One nation under assault,
one nation under pressure,
one nation claiming greatness against
an outdated measure.
With liberty and justice stockpiled commodities
and legions of disgruntled youth
left to deal with the atrocities.
One nation under-loved
One nation over-policed
One nation claiming Jesus
wearing the tell-tale mark of the beast.
With hate in the left hand, and hate in the right,
and both hands balled up like we're dying to fight.
A New Day, they call this perpetual night
This suffocating darkness that chokes out the light
And EVERYBODY THINKS THAT THEIR SIDE IS RIGHT.

One nation underwhelmed by the policies they chose
One hypocrisy of a democracy, calling their own stink a rose
One thing after another, no wonder the kids are cynics now,
thinking "You CAN'T make it better, WE don't know how."
Love is lost in the struggle between apathy and hate
America, the beautiful.  America, the great.
America, the fractured paragon,
We cling to ghosts of a changing time
We've fallen for the distractions, and
our pedestal is too high to climb.

Oh brothers, oh sisters, what else can we do?
If you'll look out for me, and I look out for you,
just a ripple in this pool of ****
may clear the waters, just a bit.
But as long as there are white votes
black votes
Latino votes
left votes
right votes
there'll be no vote of confidence
in the future of these divided states.
We'll rip ourselves apart,
tear out our own heart
waving our flags the whole time
and claiming no blame for the divide.
God Bless America,
and do it quick.
All sides of this society
are dying or sick.
I love this country.  It's my home.  I love its people, my fellow Americans. But I'm not in love with how everybody is behaving.  I don't love the rage, directed at people that can do little to change things.  We're like a pack of dogs, fighting one another over scraps of the ****, while the hunter grows fat on our efforts.  And as long as we're divided, we are CONTROLLED.
Allan Frei Oct 2016
I kiss you with my eyes closed because nothing can hurt me now
Allan Frei Oct 2016
Expressions of lifestyle printed and bought
Tacked up, arranged, oriented like atoms spun
This was my space, my temple, my home

Here I learned to worship life's small things
All because I never had anything large
And I myself aren't significant enough

Here you and I spent time together, flying from prideful heights
Taking leaps of faith and hoping to be caught
Landing and waking up, grasping each other, grateful

I sit here as an archeologist
A war torn, weary traveler
And I've got no one to tell my story to

The family village is deserted
The language I speak is dead
No one cares about the foreign affair

I sit here in my empty room
The day before I could drive far away
But all I can think is about what to say

To the place that I used to hide away
I've stopped worrying if my poems are good to other people and just am looking to express myself now. This centers around coming home for the weekend to box up my childhood home to move
  Oct 2016 Allan Frei
Autumn
The essence of your being is here to stay
as it infuses with my skin and heart and eyes and touch
my skin has been tattooed through your caress
and my heart has been mended by the way your eyes peer into my soul you fill me with love and make me whole

in retrospect i truly thought i knew what love was
but this was all a lie until i had met you
masochistic obsession is all i was familiar with
blinking the past away
i am aware of you and our future and our present
and how i will never let that get away
  Oct 2016 Allan Frei
Autumn
sometimes i trace over my scars with my eyes and my hands
the memories proclaim their ownership over i
i remember that i am the master who conquered and vanquished those demons
                   failing at an exponentially alternative universal rate i fall
the abyss swallows me up
the sunshine glitters over us
                                                                                            i glance up and see
                                                            i see him and i see what he sees in me
                                        and i remember
i am the master
                                       that vanquished
                                                                                            and conquered
her *demons.
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