climate
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The seas will surely rise and the towers will fall This thriving mass of people will be nothing at all And the whole of human knowledge like the empty bee hives Will be inconstruable to anything that survives. I once wrote proudly thinking my honeyed words Would be somewhat everlasting but that thought was absurd…
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Kiss me here As I pull near No mistletoe Nowhere to go No time to think Nothing to drink Sober and clear So, kiss me here
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Devious
There’s something about that smile How it brightens up my day (Always) Something, for a while, I’ve really meant to say: A secret that we keep—we know— We just don’t dare to say. The distance is so vast between But I can’t stay away. Innocent on its face But devious at heart Cannot help predicament…
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Hark, the bell is tolling for us all.For we allowed the wicked to succeed.The world we’ve built is destined soon to fall.For we’ve allowed the greedy men to lead.And they are greedy purely for greed’s sakeFor who can be fulfilled extracting moreFrom Mother Earth than Mother Earth can take?Humanity’s a thing that I deplore.Most ev’ry…
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I went to visit Corporate Man Upon his private Corporate land I thought I’d help him understand We have so little time. “Not later, now, it must be done! You see,” I told him, “we are one. The Earth, the trees, the flowers, Sun. There’s no such thing as ‘mine’.” “Look outside there still are…
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The USA is under spell. For almost all, A living Hell. Oppressed in such specific ways We’re robbed of hope For things to change And thus resigned To live oppressed— To play by rules Made by the rest— The tiny few Whom rule the land With heartless greed And raisèd hand.
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If maybe were a promise, it would be Worse than the lie that tells us all we’re free. ‘Cause freedom is a figment of the mind. To force us all into a mortal bind. Just a lie told to us by the rich. For all they care we’d all die in a ditch. You’re privileged…
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Autumn—While We Have It
Longing now for Autumn—for a Season so serene. Leaves litter my lawn and not a Single space between. Autumn bringing temperatures So varied and extreme It seems reality is blurred And everything’s a dream. But if I’m really dreaming When I wake what will I find? A hotbed here of Hell or just a World…
Musings of the Mad 