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| Of Freedom So long ago when pyres burned the king was stricken of the crown mother of freedom embraced blessed souls democracy was born so beautiful and pure a candle in the darkest times but despised by arrogance you were smothered in your cradle though so long as there are minds to think you would never be forgotten where wine is water you rose again and crushed the crown once more but like oasis in the desert sun you became what wasn't real kings called representatives would flounder in your name still people do remember you and what you're supposed to be they fight for you around the globe and are dying every day and I can say I'd die for you if I had you by my side may you live again in anarchy may you turn this barren tide. Posted 1/6/02 |
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| Don't Feel if you're a man Don't love and harbour weakness don't call for it shows willingness don't speak in words of passiveness don't feel if you're a man Be strong and sometimes ruthless be fake and always truth less be quick to be seditious don't feel if you're a man Hold the reigns of your emotions and keep them on the ground let it all burn up inside you and never make a sound And even if she has the world buried in her eyes don't care, or fear, or stiff a hair or you'll be folding in demise So endeavor never without wrought encapsulate your dearest thought intimidate to have you sought don't feel if you're a man You'll be tougher and attractive you'll be cool and undistractive just keep your mind inactive don't feel if you're a man Posted 1/8/02 |
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| Bricks These bricks are hungry and ambitious, they long to enclose all that can be enclosed. They hate anything with a curve, they are the cynic, the hand that pulls every kite to the ground, the city glow hoarding light from the stars, a fast food wrapper on the floor of heaven. They want control, they want all that cannot be predicted, dead. Making a child's dream into a man's maid they are mechanized desire and progressively objective. They offer us security and we give them our souls. Posted 1/27/02 |
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