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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Talkin' In Circles To No One

Seething smile holding back a million heart attacks,

Spoken breath, the venom, a catalyst,
The sharpened sword, their words to hold down our epitaph,

As bums on the street beat buckets, that rata-tat-tat,

They come with that smile, and a belt holding back their fat,

Stern hand to shake and a loose promise, yeah and all that,



An empty briefcase to fake credence, while they create their heavy handed dominance,

To subsidies each and every providence, sold as a means of convince,

Create a meaning where it’s meaningless, and clout it all with glossy arrogance,



CAUSE ITS ALL IN THE NAME OF SOMETHIN’,

MAKE A SLOGLAN, IMPRINT IT ONTO A BUTTON,

A BLACK HOLE, BATHROOM STALL, SUICIDAL FALL, TO THAT HALLOWED SOUND OF NOTHIN’

IT WAS NOTHIN’ AT ALL



It’s always please, please me, in a room of “I’s” and “mines”

Dark humored joke goes over your head, they want you blind,

An education system, wanting, needing you kept behind,

Better them then me, is the answer they find



Truth is still motion, while they burn spastic locomotion,

Super-impose the floating, motion of the ocean,

While earth coughs violently, as we fill its sea’s, with remnants of our industries,

And at some point we must see, that those who let young hearts bleed,

Are allowed to because we let them, we elect, protect, like loyal friends,

And then we complain, sustain rage from the problems they suspend



An addict, addicted to its sin, freedom less freedom is tattooed on our skin,

Is this what it means to be an American? Corporate grin, eating dried fruit out of a tin,

They built controlled identities with tends, holding the youth in the palm of your hands,

Someone needs to turn on the fan, let the wind blow in,

The still-heat fans this hot water sound; thick air keeps the mind in bounds,

So the players can have their game, and the crowd asked to sit down,

Hypnotically that ball is tossed around, that insane gesture hits us pound for pound,

Standing on this desolate ground, where the grave of mankind will be found. 
Patrick Fleskes
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