messybear
location: Lunging gusts from deep in the heart of N/A disillusionment....
listening to: @l'sBU2; JW'sBU2; PJbootlegs; BGeldofMix; RWatersMix; Aussie Feast o’DVDs; Boomtwn •Triage XRuddMix
registered: 2005.11.13
posts: 4219
[view all posts]
[view all posts]
[analogous schmanalogous 20/20]
From within and withoutside of busted banking trusts
A notion of a single-family home now 3rd world shelter
& The Forth World has …a casino big enough to buy up
All the faltering land to reassess as work farms & silage
& the old folks, good as gold, mostly edible commodity
Who said we wanted to be devolved in 2 decades, baby?
From the central tomato to the cities, states, perhaps,
& organizationally, sure, but geographically speaking?
Epically devolving from economic viability to what?
When did we, the people-government, ask for that?
Whoever heard that…...wasn’t listening to the trees!
The wind in the trees doesn’t lie to your face, …Boss.
Listening a lot, no doubt, with your little headsets on,
but not ever @ inauguration time when it counts most.
Hear, hear. Listen blokes. Go ahead n say it ain’t so
Mr. Charley Echo Ocho, say the dime ain’t dropped!
Hey, sis, it all blows down like a house o cards
In steerage here when the torpedoes lay claim.
NO! So much of US as citizenry are mere fodder.
Been bleeding-in the last 2.5 decades, no solder
To plug-up the holes in our hopes and savings.
My daughter was a nurse who found her true calling.
She laid claim to an altruistic self-discovery about life:
What it boiled down to was, one lives.........in service of.
Restores the breathing, stops the bleeding, checks for shock
Then explodes into several jagged pieces to the winds, dead.
If I let myself forget her dream, I am for naught as a dad.
Now...I know we’ve already let my dad down as a whole,
But he had the privilege of croaking before the seascape.
So…what is my place in the universe anymore; you, me?
If not Fraggle Rock then Whoville? Petticoat Junction?
What, Lost in Space? It certainly isn’t Happy Days.
Shall these days live in infamy, mother, & why?
For the good that’s been done? The places
Where history stopped to take a dump?
Berlin Station? House on a Hill; DC?
The negligent calling card of a son with impunity &
The wherewithal provided by wily forefathers, in direct
Antithesis of the objectives of previous forefathers?
& for sake of plunder in the weighty days of overpopulation?
OH, the pain & sorrow of being duped and left to flounder!
OH, …the might remains the right and the blood money grows!
OH, Spirit, grant me the serenity, the courage, the wisdom.
There may be NO turnabout, …so lets...just………DANCE!
•
……………………………………………..Yikes!
–--
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
M
messybear
(view)
[analogous schmanalogous 20/20]
From within and withoutside of busted banking trusts
A notion of a single-family home now 3rd world shelter
& The Forth World has …a casino big enough to buy up
All the faltering land to reassess as work farms & silage
& the old folks, good as gold, mostly edible commodity
Who said we wanted to be devolved in 2 decades, baby?
From the central tomato to the cities, states, perhaps,
& organizationally, sure, but geographically speaking?
Epically devolving from economic viability to what?
When did we, the people-government, ask for that?
Whoever heard that…...wasn’t listening to the trees!
The wind in the trees doesn’t lie to your face, …Boss.
Listening a lot, no doubt, with your little headsets on,
but not ever @ inauguration time when it counts most.
Hear, hear. Listen blokes. Go ahead n say it ain’t so
Mr. Charley Echo Ocho, say the dime ain’t dropped!
Hey, sis, it all blows down like a house o cards
In steerage here when the torpedoes lay claim.
NO! So much of US as citizenry are mere fodder.
Been bleeding-in the last 2.5 decades, no solder
To plug-up the holes in our hopes and savings.
My daughter was a nurse who found her true calling.
She laid claim to an altruistic self-discovery about life:
What it boiled down to was, one lives.........in service of.
Restores the breathing, stops the bleeding, checks for shock
Then explodes into several jagged pieces to the winds, dead.
If I let myself forget her dream, I am for naught as a dad.
Now...I know we’ve already let my dad down as a whole,
But he had the privilege of croaking before the seascape.
So…what is my place in the universe anymore; you, me?
If not Fraggle Rock then Whoville? Petticoat Junction?
What, Lost in Space? It certainly isn’t Happy Days.
Shall these days live in infamy, mother, & why?
For the good that’s been done? The places
Where history stopped to take a dump?
Berlin Station? House on a Hill; DC?
The negligent calling card of a son with impunity &
The wherewithal provided by wily forefathers, in direct
Antithesis of the objectives of previous forefathers?
& for sake of plunder in the weighty days of overpopulation?
OH, the pain & sorrow of being duped and left to flounder!
OH, …the might remains the right and the blood money grows!
OH, Spirit, grant me the serenity, the courage, the wisdom.
There may be NO turnabout, …so lets...just………DANCE!
•
……………………………………………..Yikes!
–--
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
