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Faith Expectations

The population depends
on networks unknown,
where rewards
for faith are rarely shown

Society's bonds
are built between beings,
who fail to evolve
outside the complex
of machines

This reliance enables
production to carry forth,
as integrity
is escorted miles off course

As we hire these experts
to guard our estate,
they tilt crooked scales
with hollow weight

Yet we wish optimistic
ideals will hold,
that's what’s expected
'cause that's
what we were told

We don't ask much-
just that promises are kept,
and there's no scandals
while objectives are met

These conflicting principles
prevent sanity to enlist,
in epic deceptions
that by faith still exist




Burn the Casino

September is a dark month
for two districts;
the financial,
and their addictions

It was the gleam
that amused
makers with means,
and a glow
blinding bundlers
of liens

The incentive
to immerse
in forecast and risk,
taunts hustlers
to develop new tricks

We should burn the casino
and never rebuild,
as the flash
and the stacks
keep the poker room

Take all the dealers,
the bosses
and their kind,
and force a fair hand
with an exchange
to unwind

The games we granted
housed rules
they all wrote,
because we are pawns
with soft views
as we vote

Donkeys, elephants-
they're both on the hunt,
stalking for stakes
in granite jungles
we fund

On the blocks and banks
where legal burglars
bust standards,
customers line tables
as willing fools
and bystanders

As black becomes red
in deals they can’t afford,
numbers are bent
to reconfigure the board

The vice and the sin
stain neighborhoods
as a blight,
while barons and felons
roll the dice
every night

There's a roar
when they hit,
and quiet with mistakes,
knowing this system
is too fixed to break




Our Mistakes and Their Future

It's the brutal nature
of staging multiple wars,
against our enemies
or by democracy's whores

This river of money
makes the powerful weak,
spending most of their tour
framing terms they can seek

Those “citizens” united
join numbers to infect-
a cancer in the culture
our charter won’t protect

As puppets they dance
without gravity in their strings,
so they tangle too easy
on the extremes of two wings

They'll state they are here
for families and their cause,
yet all they do is exploit
procedural flaws

Those reckless victories
lack the humanity we need,
and while they drone on
the working class bleeds

It's more than the present
pathetic idiots affect,
when we impair generations
with the fools we elect

Our mistakes and their future
are fused at the tip,
braided in a battle
by a minority's whip

These lapses will reverb
in the ashes of collapse,
as the latest example
of how empires don't last




Uncivil War

Somehow we forgot
the beauty of debate,
as volumes exploded
in a world wide estate

There used to be civility,
there used to be respect,
these days you sew arguments
with select dots
you connect

It's not allowing the details
to stunt a great tale,
it’s just stating your case
to close the sale

What happened
to disagreeing
and leaving it at that,
now revenge
is the reflex
when aggressors combat

It's healthy to discuss
the issues of the day,
then listening,
not plotting
the next statement
you’ll say

Believe it or not
you won't always be right,
and anxiety of that
shouldn't prompt you
to fight

This can stop
if we start
to act with some grace,
so we seek to converse
but with manners
in place




Second Thoughts

Are we not sick
of the armed
endangering our streets,
distorting the Second
behind lobby elites

Quotes out of context
as the basis for decisions,
twist what the framers
originally envisioned

Lines that are drawn
by those tasked
with this cause,
employ what they must
for the authors of laws

Their conventions and shows
push agendas of violence,
while those who could stop them
interpret outcry
with silence

The coldness that lies
within a few disillusioned,
explodes in a storm
when they don't find inclusion

A wrath of the unstable
is easier to attain,
when an industry’s pockets
benefit from their pain

Where there's profit,
there's failure
for the interests of the rest,
because as long
as there's fear,
false militias will invest

When did apathy
trump empathy
for mankind
and its splendor,
as resentment
kills solace
we forget to remember

In the flashes we care
comes overreaction
that’s fleeting,
as if the only two options
are suffocation
or breathing

Where are we headed
without a reversal
of this trend,
but to a crisis created
by the refusal to amend




Casualties of the Curse

Imagine you're in a tower
on a Tuesday
after the turn,
and then a moment later
the floors beneath you

Imagine you're a teacher
in an unassuming town,
when madness
slays the future
of innocence shot down

Imagine you're enjoying
a mix of sport
and spring,
until cowards leave behind
an end
of virtuous things

Imagine you're a hostage
under a tyrant
and his whim-
an exile from the world
you can't participate in

Imagine you have fear
death could come each day,
living for beliefs
despite the price
that you may pay

Imagine you're a citizen
amidst drug cartels
and hell,
numb to all the violence
and misery they sell

Imagine you're a child
too nonexistent
to be poor,
forgotten by those ignoring
across their shore

Imagine you have capacity
but refuse
to feed your roots,
while famine and pandemics
leech crops
the wealthy loot

Imagine you are struggling
climbing valleys
toward respect,
but instead of a safety net
the rope's tied
around your neck

Imagine you're unlucky
and the subject
of a verse,
imagine for a moment
you were a casualty
of this curse





If you pause
for a bit
you’re now behind,
as sprinters
lap joggers
a thousand times

The importance of speed
is savagely rabid,
where repeated codes
let us express
less elaborate

Long form is dying
in a riot of replies,
as birds pursue buzz
for mentions
and allies

The past had cycles
sprawled in pages,
not rumor infernos
that char
with its blazes

Opinion was poured
from the filter of a few,
then keys became turnstiles
for the novice
to blitz through

The burden of truth
is obscured on flat screens,
where context is bound
by what it all means

We are directors
in a disordered scene,
spinning sagas
in wild theaters unseen

Fresh techniques
unleash crumbs
for consumption,
in binges of data
with no sustainable function

Louder is the gospel
we amplify at will,
with transmissions of merit
in the spheres that may fill




Wasted Wisdom

Shelves contain volumes
of advice
for the confused,
where dust buries treasures
of wisdom unused

Every question's been asked
and answered with flair,
as text
congests sections
like guests at an affair

Insight ingests details
of theories and results,
as authors build monuments
for observers
it consults

It's that curious connection
where magic takes place,
in the bending odyssey
of infinite space

But these chronicles
should carry some doubt-
as they were written
by humans
with reflections drawn out

Perceived winners
shape history
vague with their fairness,
penning revenge
with a brush
that is careless

With separation and humility
ancient words can endure,
and while some
provide blueprints
the rest become lore

There's no way to recount
every tangle
in this world,
so we shouldn't rely
on tradition unfurled

Those brilliantly distinct
and ahead of their time,
will find endless lovers
who’ll covet their wine

We’ll marvel
at their talent
though periods may change,
by an emphasis of boldness
how language was arranged

The power of these words
weighs heavy on us all,
whether wisdom is cherished
or dissolves
as thoughts fall




Thirty-Five Stories

Thirty-five stories
with one for each floor,
from the vanity
of the penthouse,
to the immigrants
at the door

In this thick urban forest
the buildings don't shade,
they keep cursory soldiers
in a status crusade

Mobs are dense
in this synthesized zoo,
glancing while passing,
deeming verdicts on you

The sections and boroughs
flaunt obnoxious their worth,
as if blocks were a culture
in this lottery of birth

The constant construction
decays as it grows,
and if you ask
if it's noticeable,
I assure you,
it shows

There's a hustle
on the grid
where venture plays,
as signs corral numbness
in this overpriced maze

The options are plenty
in the saturations
of sight-
a wash of false quality
that stays open
all night