We’re not joking anymore. The words, the worshippers, the serpents and the snakes, the dividers among us. The stakes have been held captive, a pretense of a threat. The dreams have materialized: Fact was made fiction in the history books of our children, but the fiction of the past haunts like a government template we … Continue reading End the Fed
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The Fourth Estate
Headlines of the nation sway in the wind. They wave through gracious space and hang on our neighbors’ flagpole. We adorn them, those black print reams of words and thoughts that prideful, mount the helm of the basking sun. Headlines read into many things. They spell the nation with urgency, curving words, donning false pretense, … Continue reading The Fourth Estate
Red, White, and Bruised
The sum of jokes and hypocrisy is our land of peace and prosperity. Eyes like red iron vent hate and instigate the fights we pine for. Tempers like jet white streaks scream across third world skies. Hearts drown blue, the skin a sickened hue as the waters of war engulf our once free youth. The … Continue reading Red, White, and Bruised
State of the Mind
It is in this hour we unite. Though we are separate, we peer deep into the chasm: humanity, a full and vacant space, voids of mind, we acknowledge nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. It is in this hour, the false power approaches. It dwells inside the land, an alien lost and dirty with gun … Continue reading State of the Mind
Ode to the Federal Reserve
T'was 1913, on cold and cumbersome Christmas eve that the bankers and politicians in shadow held keep. Monetary laws they passed on that holiday season, were passed at a time when people were busy holiday pleasing, and assured notes created by a private source were to be used as the country's monetary resource. These bankers, … Continue reading Ode to the Federal Reserve
Perennial Revolution
Paris is burning. Four weeks, the fire spreads. Violence erupts, gas billows red, horns and lights, cacophony rings. Buildings burn, cars smolder, ablaze, the shoppes, vandalized and looted. The police have removed their helmets as the people attempt to remove their leaders; they'd remove their heads as a testament against treason. The students are … Continue reading Perennial Revolution
Paris Is Burning
Fourteen weeks long this tale has become, fourteen weeks and at five weeks undone. The violence shared upon them all, a demand their governors heed their call. A fire ignited in a break for gas, a dystopic peace on the weekend clash the yellow coats multitude against armored law. To true peace and justice, an … Continue reading Paris Is Burning
Justice Delayed
Green flash at the break of dawn, the hope of the world released in song, that radiance upon the darkness shine, and truth amid deception find. To strike a balance among the conscious minds, the severance of rigor-mortise once strongly entwined in coil of mortal perception, a vice of fear, a sullen casque enforced both … Continue reading Justice Delayed
Light Presence
A prophetic voice inside the crowd has promised victory with pride aloud, has brandished hatred in black and blue and left vessels corrupted with this sickly hue. The victims of warfare against the mind, become soldiers of hatred marching haughtily blind. They succumb to the songs of the deceiving dead, an echoing repetition in circles … Continue reading Light Presence
Respite Americana
Reaching climes not ever thought, the cleansing process, time has bought. Mobility serves in striding miles the marching feet those right beguiled. No service comes from those left unjust who've taken speech in a deafening hush. The light that shines on all the dark, shines bright at root and blackened heart. It awakens the sleeping … Continue reading Respite Americana
The Root of Many Returns 