Some of these poems are old,
Odes to another soul's days,
Some remain in their first draft,
Raw and unedited for power's sake
Raw and unedited for power's sake
Soon to be replaced with a second edition
Some are of the darkness while others are hopeful
Content in counter culture to current events
Content in counter culture to current events
Use tale herein told
From an empathetic imagination
From an empathetic imagination
To heal, find hope, or inspiration
Or words for a wound long hidden
May the light of equality radiate
Ending prejudice and bullying
Or words for a wound long hidden
May the light of equality radiate
Ending prejudice and bullying
Whose Alive
Compostable fear of our earth’s longevity,Postpone inner honesty to avoid guilt,Worst time in human history to be alive,We ignore travesty!
If via St. Luke,The Kingdom of God is within all men,Why do we live in indecency,Tolerating in ignorance the slave deaths of children...?
Economic soil work depression on the street,Everything is worse than bad,Yet as our world grows smaller,Our ignorance of compassion repeats!
My life has value Damnit! I'm as mad today as if I were existing in hell! Grow some compassion society! commit the final murder of misery, kill off greed! The majestic earth can provide for all, yet we appreciate the shut in comfort of our unacknowledged addictions. If we do not find the goodness within our selves soon, amidst the decay and silence of bitter children who exist every moment of life in slavery, we must then acknowledge ourselves as brutes!
Unnatural machine hearted men who hate everything uncomfortable! This is the fate of all 1st world labelled liberated societies. Democracy is now capitalism's vehicle for profit. Equality is dead any voice of said word from a political entity is a lie of liberty... For it is long since been buried underneath a promise of...
Amidst the prison of debt, the bitterness of greed & torture of life via the confidence gain process... God, let this majestic body, this cattle enslaved machine man die tonight! The beautiful wondrous adventure of life has been utterly spent.
Death Waste(s)
In earnest anticipation of,
The Algorithymn
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