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Brent Kincaid Oct 2016
You are the starlight
On my bank of snow,
The sunlight on my fields;
You make things grow.

You lead the way to
Another summertime;
A lovely day hike
Another hill to climb.

I am the skateboard
You are the wheels.
You are the orange
And I am the peel.

You are the fairy tale
That keeps coming true.
I am one of the children
That was raised in a shoe.

You were the diamond
And I was the rough.
You were the golden link
I was the frayed cuff.

You are the road signs
I am the lonely road.
You were the Frog Prince
I was the lowly toad.

You made today have
A possible tomorrow
And helped me stop
Wallowing in my sorrow.

Now I hear beautiful music
Instead of commercial jingles.
Is this what it feels like
To no longer be single?

I am the skateboard
You are the wheels.
You are the orange
And I am the peel.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2016
He lives in a world
Of never and always
Even though there is
No such land.
You could explain
All the facts to him
But he would fail to
Grasp them or understand.

It’s all about opinion
And how he feels
And the way he thinks
About what he sees.
Nothing fazes him
Nothing teaches him
And no hint of reality
Brings him to his knees.

He only cares about
What he wants to have
Or what he wants
To make you believe.
He doesn’t love anyone
He hates almost everyone
He only gets upset
But he never grieves.

He looks into the mirror
And only sees himself
Because in his universe
There is nobody else.
You are just something
That is here to be used.
If he badly wants to do it
He is allowed to abuse.

After all, sun and moon
Revolve, rise and set on him.
In his solar system one star shines
Everything else is very dim.
Since he is rich, and can afford it
He keeps paid companions close.
He can stand free thinkers
Only by the miniature dose.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2016
Everything he says
Comes out backward.
Nothing about him
Is really straightforward.
It’s like he came here
From Bizarro World.
Both of the forks
Of his tongue are curled.

He makes our lives
Like a lower rank of hell.
You won’t want to buy
A single thing he sells.
You can figure out
This reptilian guy
Just expect everything
He says to be a lie.

If he says it’s a nice day
Run for your umbrella.
At all possible costs
You should avoid this fella.
And if you know someone
Who tells you he is nice
Run as fast as you can
From them, take my advice.

He has never been honest
He has never even tried.
You’ll quickly lose count
Of the times he has lied.
If you think for a second
That he cares about you
Believe me when I say
It just cannot be true.

Because the only person
This guy loves is himself
And he doesn’t give a ****
About anybody else.
Not his family, nor his wife
Please be a believer.
In truth, he doesn’t really
Love himself either.

His whole world is backward,
What he hates describes him.
He tells about how he is
So handsome and slim.
But actually he’s a tub of lard
And socially quite awkward.
But he doesn’t realize it.
He is, after all, himself:
Mister Backward.
DO YOU KNOW ANYBODY LIKE THIS?
Brent Kincaid Oct 2016
It used to be you and me
Separately, distinctively
Distinguished from others
More than sisters and brothers
More than fathers and mothers
A family of our own
Two of us alone
Facing a world ready
To tear us apart
Separate us
Denigrate us
For loving each other
Choosing one another
instead of acquiescing,
Bowing and scraping
To the rules laid out
By those with the clout
To call us names and scorn
Try to deny we were born
As the people we are.
But, it turns out, so far
We are stronger
And out love lasts longer
From when we had begun
Than those who feel none.
As our love moves along
We have become twice as strong.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2016
Liar liar
Pants on fire.
You leave so little
For me to desire.
You have been a brat
Ever since your youth.
One of the things you hate
Is telling people the truth.

You lie and cheat
Because you think you must.
You say it, we doubt it.
You are nobody we can trust.
People in your life
Have totally ruined you
To let your own twisted ego
Take over and consume you.

I used to listen to you
Hang on almost every word.
Now I turn my back
And wish I had never heard.
I regret that I have
Ever played along with you.
Now I know for sure
There’s something wrong with you.

If you brought me cake
I for sure would never eat it.
I would know for sure
It was from someone you cheated.
There is nothing about you
That I ever care to be around
I hate to hear you speak
I get sick from hearing the sound.

Liar liar
Pants on fire.
You leave so little
For me to desire.
You have been a brat
Ever since your youth.
One of the things you hate
Is telling people the truth.
THIS IS ABOUT ALL LIARS, NOT JUST POLITICIANS.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2016
The Monetary Moai
Standing on the shore
Making sure you worship them
Making sure they get more.

More of your offerings
More of your respect
Even if the have to take you
And hang you by the neck.

The Moai are important
With their grant-faced stare.
You may or may not like them
But they don’t have to care.

They are the gods to you,
And you the fools that revere them.
You put them on their pedestals;
Stop others from coming near them.

You, the ones who refuse
To question them and their power
Have made them the gods they are
Right up until their final hour.

It they ever revert to the truth
As just strange hunks of stone
Maybe then you will leave them
Ignored, disintegrating and alone.

But as long as these monoliths
Represent something good to you
There is nothing that the rest of us
Can, by resisting them, can ever do.

We can talk and chant and rant
And tell you that you are all fools
But it was your hands that put them up
Your effort, superstitions and tools.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2016
Am I talking nonsense
Can anybody hear me
Can they hear what I say?
Are they listening today?

I HEAR YOU!

Is there something worth saying?
Or am I only just praying?
Am I preaching to a crowd
Or just shouting out loud?

I WILL HOLD YOU,
I WILL CHERISH YOU.

Am I shouting too loudly
For anyone to hear me?
Do they not hear the joy
Or do they hear only noise.

I AM NOT RUNNING AWAY.
I WILL STAY WITH YOU TODAY.

I am only here to help you
In everything you choose to do.
To help you find your way through
To find out what is true.

YOU MAY HAVE WHAT I NEED.
I WON’T TURN IT INTO GREED.
I HEAR WHAT YOU ARE SAYING
I WILL DANCE TO THE MUSIC
YOU ARE PLAYING.

Life is not all that you are believing;
It can be so painfully deceiving
Because people can get rich
From creating the perfect pitch.

YOU TAUGHT ME LIFE IS LOVE;
LIFE IS MORE ELEGANT THAN LIES.
I BELIEVE MORE THAN WHAT IS SEEN
BY USING ONLY MY TWO EYES.

Clowns can dress as businessmen
And go on and act the fool again
It’s up to you to always remember
What they are December to December.

MEN HAVE WALKED ON THE MOON,
I HAVE SEEN TOO MANY TREES HEWN.
DO THOSE THINGS EXCLUDE EACH OTHER?
HOW CAN I CALL THAT PERSON A BROTHER?

Stay aware of the secret clown.
Look into faces and stare them down.
Stay aware of what they do.
Don’t let them successfully steal from you.

I HAVE COME BECAUSE BIDDEN
TO BE CAUTIOUS OF WHAT IS HIDDEN.
YOU HAVE TRIED TO WAKE ME
TO THINGS THAT WILL BREAK ME.
YOU SING TO ME OF LOVING LIFE
AND WARN ME OF THE HIDDEN KNIFE.

Why listen to lies in happy talk?
Why would you sit when you can walk?
Why be fooled another day
When you get get up and run away?

TODAY I HAVE LEARNED TO WALK AWAY
FROM WHAT I WANTED YESTERDAY
IF WHAT I WANTED SPOILED ME
FROM TODAY’S BEAUTY.

Lies can come in any disguise.
Invest your future in those who are wise.
Teach yourself the Freedom song.
Listen to wisdom and you won’t be wrong.

THE FREEDOM SONG
CAN NEVER BE WRONG
IF IT IS SUNG
BY OLD AND YOUNG
TO CELEBRATE
AND REFUSE TO WAIT
SO ALL OF HUMANITY
CAN FOREVER BE FREE.
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