The Thread

dangling
in the distance
a single thread
hidden amongst
the empire’s
machines

pluck
the thread
and watch
the deception
and distortion
unspool

illuminating
the forgotten
humaneness
buried beneath
our haughty
hubris

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The Game

Money, money, money,
that’s the game.

Toil, toil, toil,
that’s the duty.

Escape, escape, escape,
that’s the antidote.

Revolt, revolt, revolt,
that’s the answer.

War, war, war,
that’s the response.

Death, death, death,
that’s the outcome.

Peace, peace, peace,
that’s the alternative.

Love, love, love,
that’s the cure.

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The Painful Walk

I endure
the painful walk.
By broken homes
and empty houses
through deferred dreams
and broken promises
I endure
the painful walk.
By forgotten graves
and smug faces
through credit cards
and grinning bankers
I endure
the painful walk.
By sweat shops
and corrupt corporations
through my allegiances
and misconceptions
I endure
the painful walk.
By our abusers
and their financers
through the streets
and the crowds
we endure
the painful walk.

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Drift Away

dull droning voices
regurgitate drained doctrines

devoured by droves
of undiscerning disciples

but i cannot see
and i cannot hear

dissecting the dogma
my decision dawns

i must drift away
down current

where i am free
to dissipate

The Muses

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Like melodious music

The wistful words

Of ghostly muses

Whisper wisdom to me

Inspiring my imagination

Directing me onward

I am not alone

You are not alone

We are not alone

The world is alive

The muses are alive

We all are alive

We need only to listen

Without judgment

Or senseless division

To hear the music

And the message

Of all our muses