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THE SOCIAL
SCENE
The Blessed. |
Paper Heroes
Raindrops streak
softly across the pages
People of power,
people of fame,
Their descents
too become headline news
They are the ones
who are warmed or burnt
Worn under foot,
the newspaper comes to rot
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Great Expectations
Floundering in the failure
of my anticipated
Was it
that I took upon
myself a task demanding
Where
now from here,
am I doomed to split
Torturing frustrations
of inadequacies and unmet
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After the Fall
Pity the
ones who never fell
All of life
is always a struggle
Imperfect
is the antique not tarnished,
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Prodigal Son All hail the
prodigal son,
In his wake nerves
are calmed,
Everyone is hoping
that he is the
one
The feelings he
inspires take root
within us
His abilities and
good wishes are
second to none
On him the sun
shall rise and shall
set
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Kings and Queens
"God
save the King," they cry
Kings
and queens are ornamental,
It
is we the commoners who are royal
We
earn our praise and our livelihoods
So
let the royals survive in their vacuum
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Judicial Beneficials
Prodigious
and legitious lawyers like sawyers
They'll
put a price on your head if you drop dead
With miles
of red tape, no once can escape
They help
to define your state of mind
In a world
so large someone took charge
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THE SOCIAL
SCENE
The Dispossessed. |
Death of a Child
A
child died quietly in the hollow of the night
Accomplices
were they who did
not know of his plight
Over
and over again this story shall be told
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Silence of the damned Caught
in a violent
stranglehold
As
pleas for compassion
ring out,
With
their tongues severed
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From the Rainforest
Deep within the
vibrant green forests
The people of
the forest celebrate life
Without our sanctimonious
garbs
Unspoiled and
devoid of our social virulence,
But our metal
monsters will prevail
As more and more
cultures wither and die
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Property of the Army
Property
of the Army, that is what we are
Property
of the Army, they've bought our very lives
Property
of the Army, they've declared war on us
Property
of the Army, we struggle to stay alive
Property
of the Army, that is all we will be
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THE SOCIAL
SCENE
The Rest. |
Blackened Lights
For
the lovers of life and truth
Our
dignity and the hopes of ages
Oh,
how the promise of life suffers
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Grander Grandiose The more I
travel, the
more I become convinced
Bigger and
more opulent buildings
and monuments
Funding for
these aberrational
towers of vanity
Countries
facing massive starvation
and drought
It is the way
of Man not to
do all that he can
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Broken
Promises
Another
chance to help
someone passes by
We feel
the momentum
of our lives
Too
often we replace
actions with words,
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Burbia
I
live out in the outer suburbs
My
house is a cube, to tell the truth,
My
car is a Japanese compact of course
I
work in Manhattan and I've got my own desk
My
wife Julia sometimes sells real estate
It's
a dull but comfortable life I'll admit
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THE HUMAN
EXPERIENCE
Past. |
A Moment's Peace
In the dim
afterglow of a fiery sunset
The light
fades to a dim hazy blanket
A slight
onshore breeze begins to stir
As the nights
coolness envelops the shore,
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Once A King
"I am King!",
I bellow until the sound echoes
The music of lutes
plays somewhere off
Surrounded by
guards, I pause to relieve myself
In a cathedral-sized
room covered with fine tapestries
Alone and in a
drunken stupor I face my opponent
In an act of desperation
I grab at his knife
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Mocha Moses
Mocha Moses,
lay me down the law
Save the child
running wild
Mocha Moses,
show us the promised land
You are the spark
in the dark
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The Wayfarer Torn
and tattered were
his clothes
It was
the fourteenth
day of December
In a
little old inn
on the edge of town
Intrigued by the strangeness
of the place
Hurriedly, he
splashed his face wet
Once
again in the inn's
tavern
He felt
its presence
even then
The man
at the bar let
out a laugh
Alone
in the room of
the wolf
Soon he
began to grow
tired
He
stood up and gave
chase to the wolf
The
ominous hatred and
venomance
Then
the wolf grew tired
at last
The
wayfarer's confusion
grew still
Over
the next hill he
came across a man
Screaming, the
man was again in the room
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THE HUMAN
EXPERIENCE
Present. |
Automatons Man or
machine, that is the
question
We poison and
maim, all the
while believing
Part of the
system, we fail
to rise above the limits
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In Boxes Celled
intellectuals, come
heed my call
Boxes within
boxes, towering
high in the sky
Higher and
higher, soon in
flight we will be
Locked in
cubicles, we live
through our minds
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Eye in the Sky
Beware,
beware of the ultimate spy
Once
outside, it can follow you around
Anything
that you might say or do
It
doesn't matter if you know or care
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Social Repartee
The verbal give
and takes
It is said to
converse
To attempt to
profoundly speak
Yet at every new
turn
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Sweet Understanding
A
connection here makes a confection there
From
integration comes inspiration
Pieces
of genius teaches us leanness
A
completion begets only a depletion
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The Executioner
The
moment of truth appeared
The
Executioner of Justice
Was
it my passion for life
This
kill will not come easy
This
time I cannot believe
Countless
times before I could have questioned
This
time it was too blatant,
Right
and wrong are dissolving
My
hand begins to violently shake
An
explosive turmoil erupts within
The
forces ripping me apart are great
My
eyes grow dim and my heart heavy
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THE HUMAN
EXPERIENCE
Future. |
Tomorrow's Child
Tomorrow's child is
young,
Though
he has not yet
begun
They
seek to tap his
promise,
For
them the bell will
toll
But
tomorrow's child
too is mortal
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In Full Bloom The
boundaries between
life and dreams
Limitless variations
of time and space
Their
consciousness'
are free to roam
Countless planets and
civilizations
They
can comprehend
all the universe
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Flying through the night
A minute
pocket of existence
These beings
which inhabit
The emptiness
surrounding them
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Our Legacy of Lethargy
We live beyond
our means
We are the highest
form of civilization
Our toils are
but few
With a cannibalistic
fervent
They were the
ones who begot us
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Part & Parcel
We
dream of what tomorrow will be
The
dawn we'd all like to see come
We
need not leaders for leaders have been
The
future remains to be a source of dreams
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INSIGNIFICA
The Arts. |
Shelfed A poem
as sweet
On the
shelf this book
By the
door the feeble
Those
seemingly timeless
words
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Sculpted Pure Chip
away all the imperfections-
Sculpt
out the soul
within
Soothe
all of the rough
edges-
Break
away that which
confines
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The Motion Picture Show
Scenes
of tenderness and beauty
Flashes
of life's diabolical geniuses
Images
of victory and glory
Pictures
of the extraordinary and mundane
Glimpses
of our own unseen faces
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Novella
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Strike up the band
Whether
back from a
far off planet
He has
overcome insurmountable
obstacles
Justice
has triumphed
once again
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The Weaver's Art
Stitch by
stitch,
Piece by
piece,
Toil upon
toil,
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An Actor's Line
Put on a new face,
Write yourself
a new part
Let all the world
hear
Forget yourself,
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Can't you hear the music dance?
Can't you
heart the music dance
I watch
the sounds paint
Try to taste
the quietude
Swim within
the sounds
I feel the
vibrant rhythms
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INSIGNIFICA
Fantasy. |
Excelsior One by one I shall
cut the ties
I shall sit in the
comfort of my
airship
As I look down from
my celestial
throne
Over borders and
barriers I shall
drift away
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The Dark Horse
Built like a mighty
fortress,
Relentlessly it
surges forth
Bound by the truth
of existence
Running to every
corner of the land,
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Love is on the run
Love
is on the run
Its
song they seek to silence
Joy
is being tortured
It
sits in a cell in the dark
Freedom
flew away
Bound,
gagged, and shackled,
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Terradactyl Wings
The
future sings the joyful things
Newness
will vaunt aiming to daunt
Ancient
verses drive the hearses
Intellectuals
& crazies tiptoe on daisies
The
dreamers are labeled schemers
This
means that and damn means drat
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Imagine
Me
Imagine
me a dream
Imagine
me a stream
Imagine
me a cream
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Mandragon
With invisible
fire spewing forth upon his
His presence
bears down like a weight
Every movement,
every action is coldly calculated
His speeches
will try to seduce you
Beware of
the shadows in the darkness
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Sweet Dreams
The Trogans are
over the next hill
I've got to think
like Colonel Klink
'Put your feet
in a full retreat
Well the barbarians
and Mongols are closing
I
am overwhelmed
to again be at the helm
'What a wonderful
day', I stop to say
So as I sink not
even able to think
Once deep in the
hub of Nemo's giant sub
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INSIGNIFICA
Self-Concretion. |
Centricity
I
see myself in the center
The
rotation continuously gains speed
I
see the universe not as a thing
An
order arises around my spinning
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The Haunting
As I gaze at the
reflections
At the touch of
my hand they scatter
But these faces
that do haunt me
They are in pools
of rain and window panes
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I cannot see me
I
cannot see me
I
cannot hear me
I
cannot feel me
I
cannot know me
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Dippyserenity
I
don't know why someone as foolish as I
The
many more wiser than me ignore
Also,
I see no gain in seeking fame
A
happy fool is me and all I shall ever be
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Me thinks too much
Me thinks there's
far too many lectures
Me thinks there's
far too much of it,
Me thinks that
we are diving off the deep end
Me thinks me also
must share the blame
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The Roughest Road
Deference
and submissiveness
Woefully
needing to be at one
It
is never an easy task
Painful
it is not to shine
Rough
is the road of obedience
Lonely
is the face of the wind
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True
to you
I am to
me
You
are, I see
You are to
you
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