I am (or so I think)
But who can really say?
I shudder for a blink
Then claim naiveté
To keep me from the brink
We are (or so we’re told)
Endowed with our own will
But those who are controlled
By keepers of the till
Can’t see what they have sold
They lie (or so it seems)
To one who never fit
Into their twisted schemes
Ignoring all the shit
To chase unlikely dreams
Friday, September 22, 2017
Friday, September 15, 2017
Grasp
My options are open, my mind not so much
For endless deception requires a shield
I must get a grip before I lose touch
And go find myself a hidey-hole-hutch
Some cave where I can stay concealed,
My options are open, my mind not so much;
I need a conviction that calls me to clutch
My brothers and sisters so we can be healed,
I must get a grip before I lose touch.
Condemnation is a crooked crutch
A defensive tool the guilty wield
My options are open, my mind not so much
But I feel that maybe, if we self-adjust
A better way will be revealed.
I must get a grip before I lose touch
Grab hold of redemption before I am dust,
This fate adrift forever sealed;
My options are open, my mind not so much
I must get a grip before I lose touch.
For endless deception requires a shield
I must get a grip before I lose touch
And go find myself a hidey-hole-hutch
Some cave where I can stay concealed,
My options are open, my mind not so much;
I need a conviction that calls me to clutch
My brothers and sisters so we can be healed,
I must get a grip before I lose touch.
Condemnation is a crooked crutch
A defensive tool the guilty wield
My options are open, my mind not so much
But I feel that maybe, if we self-adjust
A better way will be revealed.
I must get a grip before I lose touch
Grab hold of redemption before I am dust,
This fate adrift forever sealed;
My options are open, my mind not so much
I must get a grip before I lose touch.
Monday, September 11, 2017
Steamrolled
I think about that day
When innocence was burned away
Along with beams of steel
And wonder if it all was real
Or happened like they say
The same old clips we see
Leave many questions nagging me
And though the past is gone
I do not feel it would be wrong
To sift through the debris.
When innocence was burned away
Along with beams of steel
And wonder if it all was real
Or happened like they say
The same old clips we see
Leave many questions nagging me
And though the past is gone
I do not feel it would be wrong
To sift through the debris.
Thursday, September 07, 2017
Operating System
We’re told what to think
What we can drink
How we should wear
Our clothes and our hair
When to submit
(I laughed at that bit)
Convinced we have choice
Can robots rejoice
Or conscience corrode?
It’s all in the code.
What we can drink
How we should wear
Our clothes and our hair
When to submit
(I laughed at that bit)
Convinced we have choice
Can robots rejoice
Or conscience corrode?
It’s all in the code.
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