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»FF»-(8/5/07) Where are we going What do we do What are we showing What do we view Where are we knowing What will we allow Where the winds blowing Stringing when to now Turning now to was The river keeps flowing Drawing towards a pause Chatter-(7/18/07) Did you forget our common ground Have you really lost all we’ve found Is your mind that rattled loud and unsound Has it been entirely flattened with all they pound Into your skull, into your matter Taking its toll, poisoning chatter No need to fight, differing by nature Direct the sight, I’m seeing the future Laughing at now, which was long ago Times somehow, continue to outgrow The complications, burdening today Our mind’s retractions, wash them away No need to fret, or even consider Realize regret, is useless as litter Not a big deal, the paths good and bad Keeping it real, always stood ironclad Age of the Jaguar-(8/7/07) They choose the level of technology you live at Their marketing makes you earn and makes you fat They saw everything with satellites, now they have sound Even in the absence of lights, you can always be found Heat sensors, advanced sound recording Knowing answers, their never reporting Living in a bubble, a ball, a sphere Giving you trouble, a call for fear Keep you distracted, cluttered, or unclear How you’ve reacted, stuttered, like deer Focused on the light, like any animal in dark Rebellious you fight, there’s walls, it stark Can’t group, they hear your communications Secret troop, waits at your destination Controlled system, you have to go underground Write a poem, a message with no sound Make it loaded, no novice, could detect Message encoded, not obvious, indirect Patterns in sentences, colors of words Changing circumstances, reinvent standards Of human abilities, and levels of thinking Fill them with empties, and keep on yanking The chords out the wall, the phones, light fixtures Appear to be small, like clones, polite pictures In the sheep costume, under their radar They’ll all assume, as your hands in the jar Blend in ballroom, and prance like a star Don’t let their tomb, seal in the jaguar
Posted on: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 20:20:42 +0000

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