Cacti bloom in heat
needles raised in defiance
at the swirling sand.
Pink isn't the only pretty.
Is stained glass not stunning?
Pink isn’t the only pretty
Is stained glass not stunning?
When light shines through
And glows up onto you
Does it not make you feel
As if you're in the presence of true beauty?
Pretty things don’t have to be bright
Is the night sky not breathtaking?
As it blesses you with its view?
The stars are bright, if you still deny
There are starts in all of us
Even those who are perceived
As darkness through and through
Are you not brought to your knees
By the vision of your love?
Wrapped in the warmth of your home
And the safety of your arms?
Does she not make you believe
She’s from heaven up above?
Stained glass can be
Of any color, shape, or size,
And while it can be pink,
That's not the only hue
The night sky is dark
But it somehow still sparkles
Happiness can shine through
In even the darkest of few
The ballot box frowns
As a second slip sneaks in
Agents asleep, their guard undone
This act, their party's loss begun.
In another world, quiet and cold
Where eyes merely witness, and truth is sold
Another ballot box grins with glee
Its smile bought by bribery.
What once was a promising race
Now marred by a missing name, a darkened trace.
A different print, a shadowed twist
A voter lost, forever missed.
No longer a choice, but a staged deceit
A premeditated game where truth meets defeat.
Like a circus without its clowns
The ballots turn, as fate frowns.
Rigged Up
Laid out to pasture the company doesn’t want us
We don’t get our severance pay so we turn on them
Like they turned on us the day they made us sign
We belonged to them then and we were slaves
Made to work in the forest cutting down trees
Or in the lead mines manually extracting the ore
We found Uranium and rigged a crude bomb
Soon the company will all be in flames
We all will be free of their evil tentacles
Even the dead who now are in peace
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Jerry built in the dictionary means shoddy craftsmanship.
I had a cousin named Little Jerry. He built many wonderful things.
There was nothing lacking in his ability, tools, or his finished products.
The next word in the dictionary was jerry-rigged.
Another dispersion on the name Jerry.
I could not help wondering now.
Was there one person who held out until the last second
When they were editing the dictionary?
Did he have a beef with a neighbor or relative named Jerry?
Did the others know he had thrown these two words in?
Or had the entire dictionary committee been burned by a
carpenter named Jerry whose work was cheap and tawdry?
My heart doesn’t beat like yours any more
It’s held together with duct tape and string
Balloons pump my blood and gears turn the beat
Paper clips hold everything in place
I’ve noticed no one notices
Though I’m patched and stitched in places
And the seams stretch and pull and tear
They still feel open half the time
You see, I still work just fine
My limbs, they move, my mind, it thinks
Yes function over form, I still work just fine
Though the buzzing noise in a bit odd
And the paper clips often bend and break
Many pieces ought to be replaced
But I just can’t afford it now
Good hearts cost much more than what I make
And like I said, it works just fine
Most of the time, when the bits don’t break
Trying forceful optimism
Failing to forget
It's like some form of masochism
I need to let it...
I'm tired of this repetition
It's gone on far too long
Let's just complete this demolition
Listen to me, one time only
I need to let it come undone
I hope you know you're the only one
Who can make me feel so insecure
I'm sure
You do, somewhere inside
Oh God, I think this game is rigged
Trapped in all this cynicism
I need to let you know
That all the time you thought I didn't
Care you couldn't be more wrong
Neverending repetition
This record just keeps playing on
Slow and secret demolition
Why can't I just shout out to you?
I need to let it come undone
I hope you know you're the only one
Who can make me feel so insecure
I'm sure
You do, somewhere inside
Oh God, I think this game is rigged.
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