I'm back in the world Where nothing makes sense Except this existence In past/future tense In utopian Andes I see ancient temples
By Michael Brandon Marchese4 years ago in Poets
The Big Bad Wolf Is back again See how the piggies Flee from him Back to Thatch huts of straw And few Of mud and stone
We are one god together Your anger Comes from places of good Intentions Freedom isn’t free But it should be No?
Stalling, Protracting Procrastination To its limits before I put pen to the pages Engage with the latest Of sapien traits
Rather skeptical spectacle Wouldn’t you say? I’m a cool-headed Sweltering hot Winter day Nothing special about me
And just when it seems I’ve all topics Exhausted In detail, At length Have I talked of them Lost in My thoughts
Not writing tonight Leaves tomorrow deprived Of chemical changes In moments sublime Through valleys of shadow And mountains I climb
A despot in An icy fortress Forcing hordes Of labor forces To export His machinations With no rest Or compensations
How human it is To build faith so high To reach to the heavens Like kites in the sky Yet to know the beach ends And not think yourself small
It always includes Ruling classes And taxes Sometimes the form differs The law always passes Agreed upon by Select few who renew
Coincidence laughed When I asked of her name The fates were amused Though they couldn't explain The meaning of life
Heaven is no place to rest Or acquiesce to ignorance More sacred than thou's holiest Oblivious omniscience A bliss you think you understand
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