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"alsbach" poems
The tribes trapped by a paradigm pair A parasitic co-dependent braid Ever dance the hate minuet so fair And the dank hollowed halls drink the noise made Cast as evil those who would break the spell Powers fell curse upon you whom it rules In patience we await the dead hand tell They bank on that ancient snare, kindly cruel To one day break that bank is our intent To see freedom ever free is our goal Too much control is our most fond lament With bread and butter you would steal our soul The mob owns the mules & they their riders A ball peen hammer, still the anvil rings For each Goliath there comes a slider Tho’ framing hammers bang the 16’s sing Since only you matter, then here’s the deal: If it’s all relative, nothing is real … including you. Floyd Alsbach
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
Tribal Relativity
Pterodactyl tech in the firmament Prophets dare speak in invisible ink Leaders conspire to make average permanent Long lines form the sweet pink Kool-Aid to drink. Faint white rainbow in winters’ dull bone sky Say can the blind see dysfunction’s junction? They whisper quit, and we can’t though we try. Tarot cards tell of death and destruction. What did you expect, believe or aspire? Master politicians play right the wrongs. Feigned respect the cheap price of desire It don’ matter ‘cause they pick the songs. Black market work, lost dreams silent shout Walking in star shadow, power is out. Floyd Alsbach
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Pale Rainbow
In my bad dreams I see my son trapped Tall within razor wire he lives silent. Burnt out power transformers juice napped, My daughter now carefully compliant. Long forgotten fire, memories forbid. Everywhere at dawn, lines are formed And mothers do what they must for their kid. Temptations to fear enforce the new norm. Freedom became a foolish delusion, Conform in silence or be sorrowful. Your rights, a labyrinth of illusion, Beneath posters of the great and powerful. Still in those dreams I note the price of bread. Stale remains the trade of belief for dread. Floyd Alsbach
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
Stale Trade Sonnet