The future looks bleak
As the present continues to crumble
Under the remains the of the past.
The truth is harder to research
When celebrities become educators,
Utilizing media as their textbooks.
Teaching us to be open-minded,
To think freely
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From sunrise, when the breath of the new-born day
Kisses my eyes, information startles me.
Waves of my sleep leave the froth from my mouth,
Youthful and earnestly fresh with the harassment of
Both cuddly dreams and feverish nightmares.
The glut of information besieges me like the
Waterfall of cracked rocks, wailing with liquid power.
I hasten to read the first-ever BREAKING NEWS.
It’s always awful, and carries with it the threnody of a
Ululating community, mourning in red-and-black.
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We hold new gods in our pockets safe and sound,
Forgetting what the world is, no looking around;
A god buzzing our lives with all sorts of sounds,
Keeping us busy, as the Earth makes rounds;
We know not what the person beside us feels like,
But we surely know, how much the market hiked;
Forgetting to communicate with the ones in front of our eyes,
Staring so hard to get a connection in the skies;
We see the world now from someone else’s view,
Never caring to notice, what around us is new;
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Don't let the merry men of the Highway overthrow everything you thought you deserved! You came to your classrooms early and remained a tad late, but not too late. We had our daily chores that seemed to amuse, stimulate, and fascinate the previous generation of distracted-worker-bees.The philosophy of the non-seeker became a way to manage your misery. It hit me like a shard of brick-I think perhaps that Marxism( being so much like a life draining, color absorbing, vampiric sucking-suck machine) may have achieved world domination and we were too sucked-off to realize. It’s all so self destructive . The Sucker has made a Sucker of himself in the most sucky way.
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From sunrise, when the breath of the new-born day
Kisses my eyes, information startles me.
Waves of my sleep leave the froth from my mouth,
Youthful and earnestly fresh with the harassment of
Both cuddly dreams and feverish nightmares.
The glut of information besieges me like the
Waterfall of cracked rocks, wailing with liquid power.
I hasten to read the first-ever BREAKING NEWS.
It’s always awful, and carries with it the threnody of a
Ululating community, mourning in red-and-black.
......
people are our real legacy;
one day sure, entire poems
shall have been forgotten,
while remains a phrase or
a feeling drawn from wells
deeper than memory can reach,
or device can retrieve much like
thread-diving as we scamper for
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Don't let the merry men of the Highway overthrow everything you thought you deserved! You came to your classrooms early and remained a tad late, but not too late. We had our daily chores that seemed to amuse, stimulate, and fascinate the previous generation of distracted-worker-bees.The philosophy of the non-seeker became a way to manage your misery. It hit me like a shard of brick-I think perhaps that Marxism( being so much like a life draining, color absorbing, vampiric sucking-suck machine) may have achieved world domination and we were too sucked-off to realize. It’s all so self destructive . The Sucker has made a Sucker of himself in the most sucky way.
く
uu
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Did I hear you say the rocks
Have all been blasted?
And how about such impatient
Waters that must rush from their
Bowels?
We dance to the rough tunes
Of desolate death, here in this
Arid homestead. Gently, we shall
Commence the rituals for the
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