RING AROUND THE ROSIE
allowing government and politics
to spin circles around us
while the less intelligent find
chinks in the blasphemous armor
that supposedly comes from God
As offence determines defense
whilst others sit twiddling thumbs,
thinking up ideas that will never be shared
because they don't think
the world wants to her
what they have to say
Because the pigs are flying
and eagles are trying
to swim with the fish of the sea
and domains are blurred together
into a large cycles ringing around
The present is presently future
and the future formerly present
that was previously past with the
potential to become the present
that had set the stage for the play of the future
found only through inspiration from what is
presently the past that we all wanted
to learn from and avoid repetition of
... Eventually
POCKETS FULL OF POSIES
as we trudge to the funeral
of countless broken dreams
As words shrivel on our tongues
never to be released
because we are not
Socrates of Shakespeare
and our voices don't match
the concepts we desire to convey
The world disregards
the right of a birds passage
through its own domain
and the second someone opposes,
refuses to conform in order
to return to their territory
Society begins to burn
ASHES
and like phenioxes
we rise again
ASHES
Society bombards us,
trying to destroy our hearts
ASHES
I will rise!
ASHES
I can --!
ASHES
We --
ASHES
maybe...
ASHES
Until there is nothing left but debris
And the pillars that we thought so strong;
that would hold us up indefinitely
turn out to be wood
and we only find out
as they slowly begin to burn
and crumble
to cinder
and ash
until
WE ALL...
FALL...
DOWN
