Posts tagged ‘Control’

June 30, 2015

unknown variables

And I thought about organized religion
And I thought about government control
And I thought about the power of money,
And all of these thoughts concerned me.

Why they did, I do not know.
Why they did, I do not know.

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February 25, 2015

Free Me

Blood for ink,
the page for flesh,
and few words for character
description;

their imprint does stain,
the pinprick storyline
of a feeling—

I would sit and count
for minutes,
hours,
days,
months,
years,
etc.

but sitting is not conducive
to good movement, patience does nothing
except waste time
and progress
and dull the mind…

They may say: relax, let it pass.

that time; what could be
a particular goal seen to fruition.

Those who hold the ties that bind,
the keys we need,
are working steadily behind my
eyes,

the nerve—these nerves,
and more; each synapsis connects to
the message passed,

this circuit board commanding:

a knee jerk,
a hand slap,
an orgasm,
twitching muscles going to
bed—as you rock to zzzzzzzzzz.

Found out in between,
no verse to discuss,
no song to critique,

just the rigid clock’s tick,
and those who run by it (and from it):

they tell us what to do—
how to eat sleep and breath—
where to be, what to wear, how to look,
when and where—
there—and how to see.

Now who tells you how to be?

November 28, 2014

Every Story has a Companion

It’s really easy
To look at one side of a story,
And to be affected
By just that one side.

But what I’ve found throughout the years,
Hours of thought,
Hard-work,
And beers-

Is that more often than not, that one side of the story is not alone.

Words and interpretation are never the exact
Same,
Objective,
Way.

Except for apparently in America,
In August, last week, right now, and today.

March 21, 2014

Conscious Continued

On the State Level:

What is Freedom without Oppression?

 

Sunday liquor sales we don’t mention

Exclusive capital through resource retention

Taking the environment without apprehension

Marijuana is off the books because opiates pay pensions

 

Then we walk with hanging heads

Then we eat what we’ve been fed.

***

Paper collection friendships

Corporations part of a faceless community

But they have our president’s holy graces*

Existence thriving in high places so astutely

 

Their tree bearing tainted fruit

That is only being eaten by the ignorant and aloof.

 

***

As I am:

 

Taking the bus to work

Wearing same dirty old shirt

While not putting on airs

Not pretending unawares

 

Liars hold more account on the politician’s ear

Forsaken bent sinewy grotesque and clear, yet standing tall they still appear.

 

***

The trains roll through the station

But my Amtrak is late

Here’s to frack mines devastation

The passengers will wait

 

This one has been delayed

On to better days

Money rolls in, they can’t differentiate

But we must remain

 

Priorities not for minorities

A lesson in disgrace

Haven’t read the history

But what’s important before today’s date?

 

One could tell a story

And call it reality too

One could fly a sign

In hopes of attaining food

 

Desk sit forty hours

No wonder why I’m rude

Don’t count the flowers

Straighten up that rebellious attitude

 

That’s all.

 

This is local-

They appear global-

 

What about America?

What about global hysteria?

 

*Currency

March 20, 2014

Sunday Sales MN.

Sunday Sales Minn.

 

Money for laws

Committed to economic treason

Artisans are hurt

While they are in full season

 

For Sunday Sales

Legislators and Mark Dayton

Minnesota Municipal Beverage Association

Citizens lacking choice; frustration

 

Remove hired heads

That won’t change the situation

Hands tied fruitless lines

Paid off by Corporations

 

Now I ask you one thing

In this democratic nation

Who makes calls on freedoms

The aristocratic alliances or the faithful patron?

 

Prove me wrong

Make this right.

April 15, 2013

Hand Over The Keys

Visualize standing more drunk than hung-over.

 

Where are you Sober?

Where have you gone?

Come closer.

 

Shaking-sweaty palms, while we deal with numerous qualms.

Words couldn’t describe this wooden enclosure and the lack of sunlight exposure.

Worlds of shrouded mystery, over and over, all lacking closure.

 

All uninspired and motionless, hanging in the distance, thinly outlined in grey, symbolizing stay awake and stay away. 

 

However:

Hot flesh toaster, stomach on a rollercoaster, I must be a damn sorry sight.

Cold shakes, cold sweat, what did I do last night?

 

There is a pinprick need for water indeed.

Not want, need.

Not want, need.

 

Dry eyes-red.

A sip and I feel liquid flood in.

 

Led to shed tears, I need you near.

Thoughts of dread.

Fix my head.

 

Remember what she said.

 

Tell me again.

Tell me again.

 

Gone like tomorrow.

 

She said she’s pissed at you while you wake in her bed.

Fucked up again.

 

I almost always forgot.

Waking from a blacked out state with a stinging headache and gut-rot.

 

 

 

 

The upside-down reflection on the surface of the spoon feels true, except nothing in the room moves.