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Anonymous Apr 2014
Bro
In the safety
Of sanctity
I deride and derail
Snort derisive
Sweet Jesus and me
Laughing at everyone
Especially you.

All that image
All that you planned
Sure and He's everywhere
Watching the water rise
Estimating your worth
Cashing in on you.

Your van and your force-fed crew
Nobody ever wanted to out and out *******
But I think Jesus has had enough
And He's going to lose you in the rough
The rough, rough rain
Like a hurricane
Gonna call your number up.

This pigeon on my shoulder
You call Jesus and He strolls on over
Say your piece and He shrugs nonchalant
I don't believe you have anything He wants.

You're just a stupid ****
With ten times the luck
And Jesus sees you
You better believe it, Bro, you are seen
Jesus snorts derisively
Jesus snorted all the coke outta me.

He attempts to reiterate
Love thy brother and grant fresh starts
But chokes on the dust
And laughing hysterically
Points meaningless fingers
At what He thinks might matter.

Jesus is as Jesus does
A man subscribed to most of this mess
Having a good ol' time
His direction is half the crime.

It could be
It could be, Bro
You been walked down some line
Told this, this, that, and have a good time
Lied to and trialled, smiled at and lied to
Eating some man-made celestial ****
Yep, that's you.
Bible says it's true
So true
Bible says a lot of ****
Lots of ****
Yeah
That's you.
Anonymous Apr 2014
It bubbles up, emits a high-pitched scream, then dies
It was a thought, a dream, a notion
Cascaded now back into the ocean
Where other unborn dreamers lie.

Life cycles in inner circles
Death crumbles at the edges it nabs
And life readjusts its grip
Trying to give nothing to grab.

Life must spiral
And death must follow
Meeting high up
Under suns that one day waver.

Waver and fade
Into a supernova piñata bang
And everyone rushes to get the candy
And everyone is just trying to be happy.
Anonymous Apr 2014
Sun and snow
Rain, then the rainbow's glow
Melt, and a new awakening
So eager to restart the agony.

Days are not life
Just the wrapper
Encapsulating
All our strife.

Dreams are not hopes
Hopes are not dreams
We scurry madcap trails
Chasing all these things.

Clarity is not inspiration
Inspiration is not clarity
We dream so fiercely
We awaken the beasts.

We did the math
And found ways to cheat
We thought it through
And found ways to cheat.

Whether you lead or follow
In the same old hollow
The cheating ways
Spin us all around the circle.

No ejecta
No new-found paths
Spinning hugging misery
The nucleus of humanity.
Anonymous Apr 2014
Vented topsoil nation
1500m below the sea
A Bismarkian mystery
***** by the International Seabed Authority.

Yeah, I know
We weren't even there
To say aye or nay
But we're gonna **** it anyway.

"Inevitable environmental damage"
Plays backseat to the real "need"
And the UN Convention on the Law of the Sea
Gives the poor folks some of the proceeds...
Yippee.

"We are at the threshold of a new era of deep seabed mining."
Knowledge well worth having
But not executing
Not on this planet.

The Clarion-Clipperton Zone
An entire alien race's home
They think they have it all mapped
But it doesn't depict their head up their ***.

"Proper controls equals proper sustainability."
Are bold words for someone with no accountability
It's just a paycheck
For someone who doesn't give a ****.

Soil Machine Dynamics
Accomplishes the fantastic
With seafloor mining tools
Never before used.

We rise up
As we fall down
Choking on our own failures
With eyes to the sun.
Anonymous Apr 2014
So what is wrong
And what is right?
A formulaic diatribe
Denouncing young brides
An age-old hunger
For reacquaintance
With the same?

Old mothers and young wives
Brandished Ph.D's and lifelong strife
Carry the baby
Forget the rest
If there's love there's still no rest

*** bubbles up
Thinking its own thoughts
And the anniversary deathbed
Gets soaked again.

Generations of beds
Estate sales of lost loves
A splintered family is less rich
An over-achieving cote of doves.

How to be fierce
Without ****** the Earth
Is a rich boy's dilemma
The rest of us
**** who we wanna.

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