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Isaac Grimm Jun 2013
I once read a poem
that was too long

I once left a poem
unfinished.
Isaac Grimm Apr 2013
Once upon a now and then
there is and was a mighty king
whom we love to serve whether we know it or not
and we ignore at our peril for he’s all that we’ve got

His presence glows brighter by fireside and hearth
Music, voices, laughter - he basks in their warmth

He sails upon the winds borne by gleeful children’s screams
and darts between the specks of dust connecting lovers’ dreams

And he’d sing and he’d fly, and carry us up through the sky
a hidden king with a gleam in his eye

He’ll sometimes come and sometimes go
always a flutter to and fro
kept alive through grace and welcoming hearts
Sustained by music and hugs and love and art

Some people glance askew and see him
but a direct stare and he’d disappear
People feel their insides shiver when they lose him
such a efflorescent presence we all want near

Gasp in wonder at the sunrise and he’s in your eyes
Sigh to the cool night air, and he rustles in your hair

And he’d sing and he’d fly, and carry us up through the sky
a hidden king with a gleam in his eye
Isaac Grimm Apr 2013
Oh don’t you wish you were free
Don’t you just wish you were free?
You’d be a fool to give it all up
Just for peace, happiness, and security.

Poor soul, your state oppressing so many
Maybe some day they’ll see
That mass corporate conglomerates are people too
Just like you and me

All that nonsense, propaganda
About social justice, bonds, and solidarity
Beware, that’s just the sugar coated ghost of Stalin
Mao, ******, Beezlebub, and Mussolini

Oh boy don’t you just wish
Don’t you wish you were more like me?
At liberty to willfully discriminate
On your own private property.

To just exercise your personhood
By buying clothes and watching TV
What’s the matter man, why don’t you see,
Why you so anti-individuality?
Isaac Grimm Apr 2013
This is the Agnostics Anthem
The Church stole God and asked a ransom
Atheists are too ******* sure for me
So I guess when we’re dead then we’ll finally see
Isaac Grimm Mar 2013
La violencia
esta medio escondida
en toda parte

La violencia
A veces es conocida
y reconocida
y llamada por lo que es

pero nunca se entienden las causas
o se explican los involucrados
mejor dicho los beneficiarios.

La violencia se supplementa
por la avaricia
la indiferencia
y la ignorancia

y sobrevive por la falta...
de que?

La justicia
La igualdad
El conocimiento
que somos uno.

La violencia
es la chiquita sin comida
los 30.000 muertos
de hambre cada dia.

La violencia
es la destrucción
de diversas especies y culturas,
la matanza de hábitats,
lenguajes y estilos de vida.

La violencia es violencia
mental, social, emocional,
o fisica

La negación de la voz
de tantos

La manipulacion
de miedo
del mal entendimiento
para seguir y justificar

el poder
que sólo puede existir
por la violencia
Isaac Grimm Mar 2013
My hair collects all
The earth's artifacts and I
Refuse to shower
Isaac Grimm Mar 2013
Without rest
Words whither
Sizzle on a cellular level
Choking on daydream sands
Of a temporary mere mirage

Life shuffles on unlocked knees
Cramped back cracks
And spells of checked out self

A little voice cries in grief
Longing for your dive into
The dark lush dreaming tide
And to drown to life
In the sleep-struck rush
A floodgate of relief
So sleep.
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