I’m Tired Of All The Mouthpieces & Talking Heads

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I’m tired of all the mouthpieces & talking heads
I don’t trust anything on the network news
Congress & corporations are intertwined
Aimed at denying our dreams, if they could choose
But I’m not going to buy into their systems
I’m not going to line up for them to call me by name
We have to figure out a better way
Or we’ll all be taken under by institutionalized shame
I don’t want to live in a world propelled by evil
I believe this hateful environment is only getting hotter
Can we not view our neighbors as equals
What kind of world are we leaving for our daughters?

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You Didn’t Sell Out, You Bought In

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You didn’t sell out, you bought in
At least that’s what you regurgitate
But you, yourself, are a cog in the machine
Grinding out this state sponsored hate
You speak of crying in the streets
Heartbroken their flavor of evil didn’t win
But it’s a system of corruption throughout
With each career politician speaking the sin
Where did all our heroes & leaders go
Driven out as the bureaucracy multiplies
Buried with the truth in all that paperwork
We’re doomed unless the people rise

Against these manufactured lies

I’m Not A Fan Of This World

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I’m not a fan of this world
The treachery & expanding hate
The lies, corruption & pure evil
All deciding our collective fate
But I won’t cast my lots with them
I’d much rather go it alone
No one represents me but my own words
I reject their claims to the American throne

The Rose Grew Up In Treacherous Soil

young-girl-531252The rose grew up in treacherous soil

One in which most would recoil

This little rose endured all the pain

And grew stronger with each drop of rain

Its health soared with the sun’s rays

And this increased with each passing day

This luscious red rose became too pure

In came evils in which there is no cure

Protection was never even a thought

They came in with their goals to rot

The rose was attacked and made very weak

A way to survive, it did seek

So, around this sweet rose, a patch of thorns did grow

It grew thicker and deeper than anyone could know

The thorns became so thick they blocked the water and sun

The drops of water that reached the rose became none

The sun’s loving rays, it could no longer see

This beautiful red rose tried to break free

It soon realized that it was a victim of its own organic cage

And it would sit there and die amongst the thorns and sage

Circa 1998