Fortuitousness

I have not a nickel in my pocket but I am the richest man in the world. Even with the continual reintroduction of long lost ideals and appreciations I see no reason to turn from this path at hand. I stand firmly in my belief that man was not created wrong. From that initial gasp of air outside our mothers' womb we breathe life anew into the cycle as a whole. Space continues on just as before, ever changing and evading the questions its very existence implore. The answer may be forty-two or it may just be so. Either way it is unimportant for even the wisest of us to know. A soft whisper to the wind may not yield the results imagined but satisfaction comes from within not high up on some mountain.

Mellifluously Inept

In the key of g
Flabbergasted men lay eyes
On an unimaginable present
Even if it was foretold
Hieroglyphics etched in stone
Bring forth voices of ancient foes
Long since vanquished
Amidst our human toll
The odometers still spinning
Right out of control
As humanity overruns
The messages
Bequeathed to thee

Así es la Vida

Geographically perhaps, but in no other sense
have I been able to ward off familial norms or hardships

Avoiding the magical fruit has yielded no return
as it becomes painfully obvious from this path I shall not turn

Even though I wanted to, even though I tried
these intestinal dilemmas seem to heed no mind

I've moved beyond denial and through anger and doubt; now I'm onto acceptance
of these unusually often bouts of flatulence.

Recurring Themes

The answer lies within
Reach down and yank
The key to our freedom
Is just an arms length away

Reconsiderations
Of outdated concepts
Will bring about new
Definitions

More in line
With ourselves
Power lies in
Numbers

Brain synapses fire
Connecting to the system
Wirelessly
Breathe it in

Let the old medicine
Take hold
Blossom, the beginning
Nears

Springtime warms the land
Gently kissing the face
Of our
Mother Earth

A sea of ancient colors
Giving sight to
The true palette
Is within our grasp

Don't think, just act
Give birth to innate possibilities
And allow yourself
To reappear

Hoodwinked

The American Dream slipped right through calloused hands and plummeted out of sight. Industries caved in and banks shut their doors, barring people from their small fortunes. 401Ks and stock portfolios dwindled to near extinction as a handful of savvy investors flashed toothy grins into cameras promising to fix it all. Large chunks of the economy shifted back and forth as mediators pondered who should take the lead. Like a game of hot potato it bounced around giving way to impressive charts that pointed to impending doom. Giggling like small children, grinning from ear to ear, placating the majority with false hopes, men in suits appeared on the horizon. Our messiahs came with fistfuls of cash and lengthy contracts with entire sections blacked out to prevent mass hysteria. The dust is slowly settling and on the surface things look almost serene, but entire operations have just disappeared overnight and the only thing in workers' pockets seem to be wads of lint.

Reciprocative Exegeses

In a land of law and bureaucracy loopholes are a way of life. For those that can speak Legalese, everything is simply a shade of grey. Terms like pre-existing conditions and federal mandates are not set in stone. Universal coverage is not a right, it is a rite of passage. A new generation raised through social experimentation did not turn out quite like expected. Words like entitlement are thrown around like darts. Dehumanization and personhood now mean the same thing. Vilifying the realities of people's situations has become the norm and everyone bought in. Hook, line, and sinker the process is almost complete. Dystopian novels become blueprints instead of warnings. So, pack the necessities in a tiny knapsack and hit the streets before someone else lays claim to that spot under the bridge.

Focus!

Jihad, Taliban, Al-Qaeda, Muslim
Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan
These words are interchangeable
Use them at your own discretion
Concentrate at pay close attention
We are at war with Eastasia!
Education is overrated
Made obvious from
The degradation of the system
Piles of rubble
Lie smoking in the wake
Of the governments plan
To humiliate
Brown people everywhere
Should hide out in caves
To escape
What has become
Our answer to petty threats
Concentrate and pay close attention
We are at war with Eurasia!
Turbans become a sign
Of imminent danger
And bomb toting peoples
Ostrich like reactions
Leave us in the dark
And clog our ears with sand
Apocalyptic memos
Remind us to take a stand
In case anyone has forgotten
Concentrate and pay close attention
We are at war with Eastasia!