Here's another political poem and some other odd ramblings:
America The Beautiful
Burn the building
Under the sweet moonlight
Shovel the bodies
Hear the moon cry down
America the beautiful
Declares, freedom, for all
Mountains of bones
In the minds of the children
Night turns to day
Independence
Seems to vanish, in the haze
Take your hands! Off of my land
Reap the rewards of your father
America the beautiful
Take your hands! Off my land
Independence, vanishing in the haze
On this land, of my fathers
Nowhere to run.
There's one, it's very vague and the point isn't conveyed that well.
Here's some more random stuff.
To The Stars
To the stars
On high above
Up in the navy sky
Upon the silver rain
We’ll fly
Way up into the sky
Hey, it's a political lyric!
This is a lyric I wrote for my own band, we're still working on the music.
“We hold these truths to be self –evident—
that all men are created equal;
that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain inalienable rights;
that among these are life, liberty,
and the pursuit of happiness”
You can say what you will
That they are all are made from the same mould
You can take your suicide pills
Just to stop the degradation you feel
You need to wake up and taste what’s real
It’s more than just what you can feel
The people at the top aren’t like you
No matter what they say it isn’t true
Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the Argus-eyed Big Brother
Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the haunting eyes of Big Brother
Oh, la. . .
The government makes me ill
It sickens me that they could be so cold
Sometimes I’d feel more fulfilled
Writing poems with the daisy print wheel
You need to feel the blood on your head
Where a child was bludgeoned in his bed
They’re violent just like you
And they see in black and white too
Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the Argus-eyed Big Brother
Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the haunting eyes of Big Brother
Oh, la la la
La la la
Wow. Inspiring stuff I think.
We lie here still in golden fields,
The sun does gently heat,
And light the mighty sword he wields,
As we lie amongst the wheat,
We shall stay here still forever more,
Till the mighty sun does die,
And all the time that drifts away,
Won't ever make us cry,
We lie here in the moonlit fields,
The stars do shine above,
And now the silver moon will say,
How wonderful is love.
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Probably my most depressing piece. Though it still lacks structure and meaning.
Wisdom Is Madness
Sentenced to premature wisdom
I must lie awake all night. Pondering
the trivialities of life and self
And the irony of the pain they bring
I ask not for pity, or for charity
I ask that you leave me here on the floor
Surrounded by paper balls
Forgotten from before
Take me back to my joyous years
When my ignorance was not a crime
When I’d laugh and cry
And recover in good time
Though, once you know
you can never go back
You’re stuck with all this insight
Yet there’s something it lacks
That you can’t quite cuss,
There’s a meaning somewhere
Written inside of your head
But it’s hidden under all that hair
You have it on the tip of your tongue
It’s so close that you can taste it
The bitter taste of truth
When tragedy strikes
You’re knocked down again
You’re head is bleeding now
And your brain quietly weeps
The truth has been flung from your lips
It now must be repeated
All the pondering and the pain
Brought down from the pedestal
From where you once were seated
It is now that you realise what a fool you really are
That all this wisdom crap is just you being conceited
And now the real pain begins
At least before you had some idea,
However wrong
Of who, what and where you are
There is but one explanation
That you have to confess:
That all is Hell
And you suffer from madness
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