all
life
changes
eternal forms
human life included
atomic matter swirls in consciousness to create
choosing guides, soul mates, curriculums, paths based upon lessons learnt, to be learnt :
wisdom grows
death !
time
arrives
spirit leaves
guides draw near, cortège
aiding transition process
Source gifted glow life which cannot end
before one’s time
exit vessel, welcomed by loved ones and ancestors into Spirit : wisdom grew
~~~~~~|||~~
all
life
changes
eternal forms
human life included
atomic matter swirls in consciousness to create
choosing guides, soul mates, curriculums, paths based upon lessons learnt, to be learnt :
wisdom grows
death !
time
arrives
spirit leaves
guides draw near, cortège
aiding transition process
Source gifted glow life which cannot end
before one’s time
exit vessel, welcomed by loved ones and ancestors into Spirit : wisdom grew
~~~~~~|||~~
sacred, symmetrical, serious skeleton wheel
plotting out steampunk plans for the universe
Concentrating on circular curriculums
Decisive, deliberate display of planned plots
We watchers sit in wonder, wishing we could be of service
Knowing the sageness of your decisions must come from within
You amaze and enthrall us.
YOU HATE THE CANDIDATE!
You hate the candidate!
He is a populist demagogue –
dangerous, deranged and despicable!
You did it to yourselves! You developed
a “southern strategy”, reduced your once-proud
neighbors from citizens with a mission to whiny
tapped-out taxpayers, impatient and paranoid,
intransigent and scared! Sure of moral high ground,
you launched your religion into your neighbors’
bedrooms, their genetic histories, their public school
curriculums; made compromise a sin, shut down our
government only to re-open it with calls for a theocratic
state, dragging your god through the fear-funded
excrement of political campaigns, bad radio talk,
planned parenthood vigils, your vaunted Christianity
a department of corrections on a national scale
So, you hate the candidate! A man of anger and intolerance!
But you did it to yourselves, and like the petulant child
whose unforgivable negligence let the fire get out
of hand, you did it to the rest of us too!
We ran through shy-scraper's maze
Amazed at how they set our pace
Trapped by lack of space
We butted heads through small door frames
All part of our frantic paper chase to escape the rat race
One day we'd run this concrete jungle
Yet upon broken bricks and faulty foundations we stumbled, tripped and fell cause we couldn't spell
Expanding vocabulary was involuntary still we had a lot to say
School was hell
Conforming to the norms of uniforms made us look socially uninformed
So we let our shirts hang
And awaited applause
Moved by the prospect of popularity, propelled by our passion for pathetic glory we rose above assembly filled mornings
When failure crashed with brutal force
We were not sorry
Instead - we subjected ourselves to brand new curriculums
'Lokshin Management Module 1'
The jungle was won
By those whose books we burned
They tried to teach us how to learn
They run the concrete jungle
Now we wish we could be there
Too bad they don't wanna share...
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