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Destroy the fetters,
break your better half
for the sake of the best laugh.
The wasted smile
is the one given while they're allowed
torment your inner child.
The bodies are already piled;
franchises spread like wild-
fire; bad dreams in the bed
mean your sleep is finally dead;
so wake up,
shake up
and break the cold contentment
of your fake existence.
Truly, persistence is the nearest
you'll ever come to nirvana;
you're a witness to modern drama,
so you want Obama,
but what you should be craving
is rebirth of the dying blaze
inside your thick and stubborn haze.
It's crazy
but this phase is hopefully just that,
just a phase.
People please,
refuse to be pleased
by the pawns and fleas in places of unearned power.
They'd watch while you would stumble and cower-
so it's time at last to
protect your bower;
shower unapologetic speech and strength
or I assure you,
you'll flounder.
Be bright,
be wise,
rise now and strike by surprise;
don't be afraid to express the meek side
the weak side-
and let it go to the peak and right
to the highest level.
To revel in the music
means writing the tune for yourself.
Be blessed, children,
be chaotic-
for platonic rules still apply;
forget your sex and fly right along side
with the cunning, the sly.
But say good-bye
to peace and rest.
To be blessed my friend
is to bleed along with the rest-
to let it flow from the best.
Fester and reject your convenient answers.
A cure for cancer
is merely submission to the disease
that wreaks malaise
and wins with the common phrase.
I don't praise or accept you.
You don't accept me.
But accept that perceptions are ridiculous.
Beauty is a one-sided mirror;
and you're only content on filling your pitcher
while those cold outside flinch- ever
never better than the man
who does nothing but pinch the worthless dollar.
The market's gonna crash,
mark my words,
it'll dispurse in a flash;
their lonely assets will be left like trash
while the streets are paved
with those unsaved.
But no matter.
My people,
refuse to be flattered
by the deafening splatter
of your own precious mind,
lost and forever left behind.
It's a crime that we
should inspire cold interrogations
in this, our most dire.
Like I said, our fire
is drowning within pitiful, selfish mire
and despair; in pairs
you think your fair stance
is a good chance
to leap above, make someone love
the transparent covenant you speak of.
You dream of
letting a distinguished man govern you-
cause surely then you'll
reach Valhalla's sovereign gates.
But wait,
just save it.
It's the path of lesser popularity
that's scary, very- and wariness
of senseless violence won't make you prince
of the world's podium.
But a gilded throne
is nothing but desolate illusion.
Smile sadly, cause where the fat cats sat
smells like your flat defeat-
your ignorant, licensed deceit-
your conceit and mad piece of mentality.
The only brutality here
is refusing the road to simplicity.
Simplify, simplify-
don't feed me your semper fi;
cause you're robots
with no blood left to clot.
You fought the fight that just might
bring your own glory to ruin.
Ha, I laugh at your ruin.
I spit at your stupid, fluid amazement.
My people will bring a new testament:
choosing pandemonium
from the planet of broken homes.
We come not in peace
but in resistance to eat the deeds done before us.
We've got a debt to pay, that's for certain.
Who's going to pay it,
and to whom?
While we were in the womb,
we knew only safety in our uteral room.
And now we find redemption
in rejection
of another bribe.
Our's is a new tribe
with no chieftain
but our own skepticism.
Lead on, minds of few.
Once they hear the spit we spew
they'll be receiving all that's due;
and I weep for joy
for the noise I choose to employ
from deep inside every girl and boy
man and woman.
Saints and sinners,
you're stripped of your human titles.
Let's rewrite the bible;
come on, refuse to fumble or sign that toxic line.
Live invisibly
but no less potent-
no less important-
be no more complacent.
Instead be wise,
be bright.
Be near and far sighted
on your goals-
refuse the predetermined plight
for a fight long waiting to be brought to light.
©2008-2009 ~cranberrydreams
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I didn't just write this to speak my thoughts. I want your's as well.

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