Carbon-Copied Keepsakes

Make Your Move

Pay the bill?

Or slay with skill?

You have the choice.

What do you do?

Have a voice?

Or just make do...

So would you explore,

Or pay the whore?

Live life for adventure,

Or live it for shoes

We all must choose,

Which love is true

To explore is to fight,

A freedom from flight.

To run from the bold,

Turns young into old.

Causing the daunting,

Unwanting of fear.

That grows within silence;

Words without hear.

A fear that is feral,

Malicious, and vicious.

The lie of the sellout.

Diamonds from wishes.

He

Down the street He goes.

Up and down the path.

Happy He seems.

Happy He is...

Happy He is.

Fields and fields

Surrounded in grasses

Save for the settlers

The people He passes

As He makes his way

He plucks from the field

Nobody's land

Everybody's land

Thirteen men send ten men

Ten other men to build a pen

The fields are taken

By men who are mistaken

Thirteen men believe they are god.

They used their thirteen pens to send ten honest men to build a pen.

They used those thirteen same pens to send ten tons of honest men to war to die.

He makes his way

Plucking the fruit

Feeding the fruitless

The few give their thanks

The many bring their tanks

Thirteen men make their mess

There is a boy

He has a toy

It makes a lot of noise

It conquers and destroys

A big boy with his big toy

Run amok

Big bad truck

Don't give a fuck

His militant mindset misguides him from mommy

"Time for bed, baby! Put those toys away, Tommy."

Thirteen offspring disobey

Their mothers in their craze

Sends them in a daze

Out into the fray

And there their children stay

The lost and lonely strays

However, when Mother Earth kicks the big, bad Babies out of her house, mankind won't be sulking away in an alleyway.

He'll be blown to bits & oblivion.

A raindrop sinks slowly to the bottom of a pond and never remembers its life before.

The ocean sways as one governing body. It's lifeblood sucked into the sky to be spat back down in a million mists of mischief.

A bolt of lightning strikes a man.

He is dazed and doesn't remember

Where he is

Who he is

When he is

Why he is

What he is

How he is

He is a raindrop and sinks to the bottom of a well.

All is well

All is not well

All is not well in the Orwellian household

Dishes and discs are flying and smashed

The mantle they crash

The family dismantled

Morals to a fireplace

Their place a disgrace

Humans realize they are specks of dust attached to a gigantic floating ball no larger than a speck of dust itself.

Rust to dust.

Coal Mind in a Cold Mine

Drip drop

Drip drop

Rain falls

Duty calls

Empires fall

Leaders stall

Build a wall

Make them crawl

Drip drop

Drip drop

Rain falls

Duty calls

Empires fall

Battalions are formed.

Make the leaders crawl

Through their great hall

Heads will roll

And take their toll

The men who mark

Give way to dark

That lives in hearts

When big money darts

Into their carts

Mine carts tumble through mine shafts

Dust falls from the ceiling

A speck lands in a miner's eye

He doesn't have healthcare so the system lets him go blind

The same black system pumps the same black dust into the bright white flames forming the thick black smoke to stain the big blue sky.

Then there is darkness.

If you panic you die

Nobody can see,

Everyone panics

Everyone dies

Except the blind miner

He says, "Ha ha ha wouldn't that be funny?"

Except nobody is listening because he is trapped in a coal mine waiting to die.

His mind in a mine

Hit by a land mine

He WISHES!

What a crazy fuckin' bastard.

Guy gets trapped in a coal mine for an entire year, and some fuckin how

SOMEHOW this guy survives

And gets fuckin rescued

After a year?

After a year. And then guess what?

What?

I shit you not he goes back into the fuckin coal mine

Awwwww noooo

Yes!

Why? Did he really need money that bad?

Nah. He didn't go to work.

He didn't go to work?

He went back to live in the mine!

Nawwww man you makin this shit up!!

Actually I am.

The miner falls asleep during his own story

His own corny story

Drip drop

Drip drop