Primary Colors

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Hard times have fallen upon our weary warrior

Weak with the disease of this modern society

Greed sires poverty; hunger fed with indifference

Power as compulsion the root cause of our anxiety

 

False prophets bring promises of a new and better way

Under a noble flag that cloaks the truth of avarice 

How can a wolf go undeterred after the wool is pulled?

Exposing the dangerously emaciated and ravenous

 

Take a moment to recall the comfort found in freedom

We must remember the purpose of our banners waving

See our horizon at sunset once the smoke of “progress” clears

Take back our patriotic right and for it stand unwavering

 

Time has come for the sheep to reclaim the pasture

Bring back the pride in what was always tried and true

Rest assured that our colors will continue to never run

Recognize these primary colors as our Red, White and Blue

The Dotted Line

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What does it all mean

When status quo can’t be seen?

The differences are being made from off the beams

While this mad, mad world comes apart at the seams

 

I’m sorry I don’t take direction very well

My drummer leads a march not started by your bell

So I must inform you of what may seem a jagged pill

I never have and it seems I most certainly never will

 

Lines are not to denote the placement of colors on a page

Confinement within the boundaries can be likened to a cage

Dotted lines should only be cut and never ever signed upon

To this way of thinking, it is the artists that first catch on

 

Mindless drones will always follow the nearest border

 What we need is a quick and effective cure for this disorder

Go outside and let the world give you reason to believe

Think outside the box and count the gifts you then receive

 

Remember that a blank page holds endless possibilities

While cleaning of the slate is meant to sharpen our abilities

 Our need to fall in line has imprisoned freedom of expression

Cut away the dotted line and restore our most prized possession

 

So let me tell you what I think it all means

In this dominion of stick figure Kings and Queens

Lines may only be drawn if they are traced in grains of sand

Allowing the surf of creativity to wash them clean with gentle hand

Timeless Query

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Which came first?

A pointless question unless balanced

With the knowledge of purpose

 

One cannot exist without the other

Each has its critical role to play

Within this unending prosperity

 

It matters not at all

Which witnessed the first dawn

As both are of equal importance

 

Yet the debate lives

Not merely to continue, but to thrive

In the tiny minds of the short sighted

 

All the while

The balance is kept steady

By the strength of Libran harmony

 

Unwavering are these scales

Under the monumental strain of confusion

One true purpose shines in bright crystalline

 

Order is of no importance

When coexistence is ruled by synchronicity

And the greater purpose is fulfilled

 

Ruled over by perfect balance

Under protection of a devoted Pisces sky  

No limits shall ever exist

 

To those who ask meaningful questions

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Machine Head

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Can you hear it?

Some would say it is the sound of progress

I beg to disagree

I hear it as nothing more than a dissonant cacophony

The gears turning

No more oil to be applied to the squeaky wheel

Begging for attention

It gets overlooked as the madness overwhelms

The clock ticks

As numerous cogs spin in a pointless frenzy

Inner compass dead

Cracked and crippled without clear direction

Pushing and pulling

One side not knowing the purpose of the other

Grinding and screeching

This is surely the sound of progress denied

Smokestacks billow

Thoughts of growth and development fuel the fire

Belly of the beast

Ravenous for our never ending pursuit of futility

Fed very well

By the rapidly declining machine head

On The Clock (Times Have Changed)

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Up and At’em

Another day another dollar

Isn’t that what they say

Ad Nauseam?

 

What happens

When the days get too long

And nights bring no peace

Once again?

 

Tales get told

Of the good old days

When a dollar was worth

One day

 

Where are they?

Those good old days spoken of

So fondly that pride swells

In a job well done

 

Unrecognizable now

The times when a hard days work

Rewarded handsomely in kind

With hard play

 

Time flies

Is another quote easily forgotten

For how can time fly when

A sundial has no wings?

 

Time stands ever still

Tick tocking, Tick mocking

While we drudge through our days

Forever “On The Clock”

Pensive

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These quiet times cherished

Alone with my thoughts

To solve a world of concerns

Or to ponder insignificances

 

A price cannot be assigned

To the importance of solitude

An entire wholeness of being

At one with my surroundings

 

A penny for my thoughts?

Why, I could give you change

Sometimes my thoughtful look

Has absolutely nothing behind it

 

Treasured and rare my moments

Where the troubles of the world

Kneel before me in surrender

So I may meditate on their demise

 

A jungle full of hardships

Or a raging sea of monotony

Can be solved within this time

Of solitary thought and purpose

Number One With A Bullet

Not even sure where this piece came from as I am neither a pro or anti gun activist in any way. I do however believe in every Americans civil right to bear arms, but see irresponsibility and neglect of epic proportion as a huge epidemic in our country. This piece is neither pro or anti gun, just my poetic take on something I was thinking about upon seeing this image.

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It is a brand new day

As we kneel and pray

Our Lord and Saviour

Of violent behaviour

 

Tools of a trade

Elaborately made

Wielded with respect

Not careless neglect

 

Put to the test

Of civil unrest

Violence begets

So many regrets

 

At war with a nation

In constant degradation

Now Tommy’s got a gun

And a life on the run

 

Find everlasting peace

As peacemakers cease

Call to arms for protection

Or enthusiast’s collection

 

In a hunters line of sight

Every American’s right

Bearing the arms necessary

 To bolster our military

 

 No answer in firearms extinction

A simple yet brilliant distinction

Eradication is not the answer

When irresponsibility is the cancer