<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800972603390674370</id><updated>2024-10-24T11:17:44.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Triad Poet</title><subtitle type='html'>This time we will not fail.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>The Triad Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06296997919899518722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800972603390674370.post-2505430097820139088</id><published>2013-10-27T19:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-27T19:47:35.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was just lost then i found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I wish i could visit every home&lt;br /&gt;
see every face&lt;br /&gt;
feel every hand&lt;br /&gt;
but i do via the eye&lt;br /&gt;
hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;
i could fix it all&lt;br /&gt;
one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;
i could give satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;
to insatisfaction&lt;br /&gt;
just to be.&lt;br /&gt;
is enough.&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;
I am disappearing&lt;br /&gt;
fading away&lt;br /&gt;
nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;
a small dot&lt;br /&gt;
gone.&lt;br /&gt;
I sit on an empty stage&lt;br /&gt;
having nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;
no binary genius here&lt;br /&gt;
just me&lt;br /&gt;
human till the end.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you see where we&#39;re going?&lt;br /&gt;
When I come back again&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll have a machine head.&lt;br /&gt;
problems of the poor&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll have a chip to buy or sell&lt;br /&gt;
this is the future&lt;br /&gt;
this is hell.&lt;br /&gt;
cuz i like to be free.&lt;br /&gt;
We bide our time like we have forever&lt;br /&gt;
but we do have forever&lt;br /&gt;
back together you and me.&lt;br /&gt;
in another time.&lt;br /&gt;
Where do we draw the line?&lt;br /&gt;
Remember the snake is slow to react.&lt;br /&gt;
bureaucracy trap &lt;/div&gt;
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Freedom from slavery.&lt;br /&gt;
anyway I had a dream of demons and God&lt;br /&gt;
demons are real&lt;br /&gt;
who knew?&lt;br /&gt;
weight on your shoulders gun in your hand&lt;br /&gt;
knife in your argument&lt;br /&gt;
you&#39;ll see his small trench coat&lt;br /&gt;
fat bodied sausaged between&lt;br /&gt;
and smile on his gold teeth.&lt;br /&gt;
isn&#39;t life neat?&lt;br /&gt;
then you see god&lt;br /&gt;
sitting playing chess with the homeless&lt;br /&gt;
ready to tell&lt;br /&gt;
how the road leads to the sun&lt;br /&gt;
and then&lt;br /&gt;
we all become&lt;br /&gt;
one.&lt;br /&gt;
not your fucking collective religion&lt;br /&gt;
your money grubbing guru and his bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;
marketing fuckers need to die&lt;br /&gt;
eulogy&lt;br /&gt;
he had something to say&lt;br /&gt;
a lot of nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;
Dubai needs to die&lt;br /&gt;
gomorrah is a palm city&lt;br /&gt;
in the desert&lt;br /&gt;
judgement is swift.&lt;br /&gt;
A tsunami is to come.&lt;br /&gt;
Muhaamad likes to fuck little girls&lt;br /&gt;
and we do not approve.&lt;br /&gt;
your tower of babel&lt;br /&gt;
needs to take a little ride&lt;br /&gt;
to reality. good times.&lt;br /&gt;
fun times&lt;br /&gt;
who do you think that you are?&lt;br /&gt;
Money does not matter&lt;br /&gt;
power does not matter&lt;br /&gt;
status does not matter&lt;br /&gt;
all that matters is the sweet whisper&lt;br /&gt;
of butterfly wings&lt;br /&gt;
in a dark night&lt;br /&gt;
under a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;
kaput. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wonder who did the censoring...&lt;br /&gt;
if you want to know what it says look&lt;br /&gt;
up the Latin form of the word cretin.&lt;br /&gt;
lol welcome to 1984&lt;br /&gt;
leave your mind by the door.&lt;br /&gt;
thought police.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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What is it I own?&lt;br /&gt;
static perception machine&lt;br /&gt;
prisoner&lt;br /&gt;
of my own acumen.&lt;br /&gt;
Freedom is a shuttered window&lt;br /&gt;
a closed door&lt;br /&gt;
metal casing closing.&lt;br /&gt;
the clanging of a metal cup&lt;br /&gt;
against bars&lt;br /&gt;
a gorilla&#39;s stance&lt;br /&gt;
in a cement room.&lt;br /&gt;
They never knew the orangutan&lt;br /&gt;
hid the key in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;
to pick the lock&lt;br /&gt;
and make his escape.&lt;br /&gt;
Good for him.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m with you buddy&lt;br /&gt;
though in your anger&lt;br /&gt;
you rip the heads from children&lt;br /&gt;
with no remorse.&lt;br /&gt;
Instinctual survival&lt;br /&gt;
of the most scared.&lt;br /&gt;
Fear.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;A ride.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Your eulogy resounds in my head&lt;br /&gt;
the god&#39;s tool&lt;br /&gt;
broke the silence in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
I look but it&#39;s all gone, again.&lt;br /&gt;
we are not the orangutan.&lt;br /&gt;
Alexander shook his head&lt;br /&gt;
what to do&lt;br /&gt;
when &quot;there are no more world&#39;s to conquer&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;ll bake bread in clay ovens&lt;br /&gt;
thanking god for warm bellies&lt;br /&gt;
clay in clay&lt;br /&gt;
a catalyst for our fermentation.&lt;br /&gt;
drunk and satiated&lt;br /&gt;
till the sun rises again.&lt;br /&gt;
Pragmatic practical steps to the end&lt;br /&gt;
someone must keep a clear mind&lt;br /&gt;
while the cretins while away the time&lt;br /&gt;
Latin form&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;christianus (christ&#39;s ass or )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;an innocent fool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modus of control.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cognitive dissonance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;creates static states&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ambivalence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;imbalance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;between truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and illusion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;What does a walking perception machine own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Only this moment. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Laying in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;
somewhere between sleep and light&lt;br /&gt;
a rat&#39;s snout touched my foot&lt;br /&gt;
or so i thought&lt;br /&gt;
then high pitched sound&lt;br /&gt;
of small teeth&lt;br /&gt;
like tiny sharp chains&lt;br /&gt;
scratching glass in the black&lt;br /&gt;
imagination eyes points of red&lt;br /&gt;
at the edge of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;
Earlier&lt;br /&gt;
The bear was large and healthy&lt;br /&gt;
walking on the right&lt;br /&gt;
as i passed the carcass&lt;br /&gt;
in the middle&lt;br /&gt;
of the road&lt;br /&gt;
dead female bear&lt;br /&gt;
sunk in dead eyed&lt;br /&gt;
blood splat&lt;br /&gt;
final repose.&lt;br /&gt;
There are bears here?&lt;br /&gt;
She smiled her acquiesce.&lt;br /&gt;
Then a flock of birds&lt;br /&gt;
or so I thought&lt;br /&gt;
crossing my path in flight&lt;br /&gt;
too late&lt;br /&gt;
dead smack on&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;rolling on the hood of my car&lt;br /&gt;
evolving with each turn&lt;br /&gt;
bird into rabbit&lt;br /&gt;
chocolate fur&lt;br /&gt;
deep brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;
through the windshield&lt;br /&gt;
looked sideways at me&lt;br /&gt;
got up, shook himself off, and lopped away.&lt;br /&gt;
Next night.&lt;br /&gt;
A gray and white cat&lt;br /&gt;
dressed in a purple crochet vest&lt;br /&gt;
smiles goofy parentheses spread&lt;br /&gt;
across a satisfied face.&lt;br /&gt;
At the edge of the bed&lt;br /&gt;
gnashing tiny teeth.&lt;br /&gt;
The way of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
An angry African woman pushes a&lt;br /&gt;
lawn mower down the highway in the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;
I pass her&lt;br /&gt;
then turn around to pick her up&lt;br /&gt;
good Samaritan&lt;br /&gt;
i have to chase her down the road&lt;br /&gt;
hey come with me I&#39;ll take you where you need to be&lt;br /&gt;
and we can put your mower&lt;br /&gt;
in the back.&lt;br /&gt;
the anger rushes out of her&lt;br /&gt;
and i am awake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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yes no good slime of the earth&lt;br /&gt;
you perch upon the backs of all&lt;br /&gt;
grasshopper&lt;br /&gt;
hoping it doesn&#39;t get to cold this winter&lt;br /&gt;
no electricity&lt;br /&gt;
water frozen&lt;br /&gt;
big problems&lt;br /&gt;
my god why don&#39;t i die already&lt;br /&gt;
the birds will come back and expect bread&lt;br /&gt;
to feed their young&lt;br /&gt;
and pools of water to bathe in.&lt;br /&gt;
how many months?&lt;br /&gt;
three. the birds will be back to feed&lt;br /&gt;
and i should be ready.&lt;br /&gt;
when there are not enough seeds or berries to survive.&lt;br /&gt;
i fed you to early and you left&lt;br /&gt;
your berry soaked shits on my car.&lt;br /&gt;
you could have hit the trees i would have gotten the message.&lt;br /&gt;
sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;
i don&#39;t keep my responsibilities healthy.&lt;br /&gt;
i barely care about me.&lt;br /&gt;
who the hell&lt;br /&gt;
am i talking to anyway&lt;br /&gt;
huzzah.&lt;br /&gt;
side tracked.&lt;/div&gt;
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i need feedback what r u thinking?&lt;br /&gt;
picking up keywords&lt;br /&gt;
finding i know nothing&lt;br /&gt;
even with streudle.&lt;br /&gt;
im just a fat lady&lt;br /&gt;
living in a fat house&lt;br /&gt;
yappity yapping&lt;br /&gt;
about things she knows nothing about.&lt;br /&gt;
so you get high&lt;br /&gt;
so you watch fractals&lt;br /&gt;
so you understand the turning of the twisting of the&lt;br /&gt;
program&lt;br /&gt;
who knows the answer&lt;br /&gt;
who got it right&lt;br /&gt;
yes me. microbiology community college&lt;br /&gt;
see the dna see the rna see the proteins building&lt;br /&gt;
matter.&lt;br /&gt;
but what does it matter&lt;br /&gt;
when&lt;br /&gt;
discuss the parameters of the prison&lt;br /&gt;
grid&lt;br /&gt;
vibrational properties.&lt;br /&gt;
a mathematical equation&lt;br /&gt;
a new kanji&lt;br /&gt;
yes now i see&lt;br /&gt;
how the sword becomes grass&lt;br /&gt;
where we lie&lt;br /&gt;
side by side&lt;br /&gt;
looking at the sky&lt;br /&gt;
the sun is warm today&lt;br /&gt;
connect&lt;br /&gt;
disconnect&lt;br /&gt;
connect&lt;br /&gt;
disconnect&lt;br /&gt;
vibrate to the left or right&lt;br /&gt;
dimension one&lt;br /&gt;
vibrate to the left and right also up and down&lt;br /&gt;
dimension two&lt;br /&gt;
vibrate to pi while vibrating up down and side to side&lt;br /&gt;
dimension three&lt;br /&gt;
I am one of three.&lt;br /&gt;
3 keys to the universe and you will never put them all together.&lt;br /&gt;
I am level three.&lt;br /&gt;
achieve unlock&lt;br /&gt;
the 2nd horseman.&lt;br /&gt;
i am the first.&lt;br /&gt;
Upon black wings i come to discuss&lt;br /&gt;
boredom&lt;br /&gt;
vents&lt;br /&gt;
never found by a google search&lt;br /&gt;
imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;
For 40 days and 40 nights i slept in the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;
ingested the thoughts and guts&lt;br /&gt;
of &amp;nbsp;sess pools of want.&lt;br /&gt;
what would you do when an angel passes by?&lt;br /&gt;
offer her hot sauce and work&lt;br /&gt;
a way to get by&lt;br /&gt;
offer her home and security&lt;br /&gt;
find security a lie.&lt;br /&gt;
I saw my friend in the desert&lt;br /&gt;
he reached out his hand and he pulled me up&lt;br /&gt;
out of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;
i have come here not of my will&lt;br /&gt;
but the will which makes you scream your prayers&lt;br /&gt;
to the homeless&lt;br /&gt;
and slap leather&lt;br /&gt;
to ease your wine soaked mind&lt;br /&gt;
to believe tv when you know&lt;br /&gt;
hmmmmmmm........................................................562.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5074559365761473512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/2013/08/hmmmm-562.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default/5074559365761473512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default/5074559365761473512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/2013/08/hmmmm-562.html' title='hmmmm 562'/><author><name>The Triad Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06296997919899518722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800972603390674370.post-1729944120900096856</id><published>2013-08-20T14:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-20T14:40:50.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
The triad of consumption&lt;br /&gt;
mastication&lt;br /&gt;
eat drink&lt;br /&gt;
be&lt;br /&gt;
marry&lt;br /&gt;
dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;
beer.&lt;br /&gt;
i love it.&lt;br /&gt;
one step away&lt;br /&gt;
schizophrenia&lt;br /&gt;
cognitive disassociation&lt;br /&gt;
cognitive dissonance&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight a fire to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;
blue gray craters&lt;br /&gt;
never stray&lt;br /&gt;
always the same&lt;br /&gt;
just a footprint here and there and&lt;br /&gt;
a perfectly preserved flag.&lt;br /&gt;
by a green screen&lt;br /&gt;
david icke peace and love&lt;br /&gt;
blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;
ode to beer.&lt;br /&gt;
work obey die&lt;br /&gt;
such a strong war to fight&lt;br /&gt;
sausage grinders&lt;br /&gt;
spitting us out&lt;br /&gt;
nodding yes to everything&lt;br /&gt;
put bare feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;
grab the grass&lt;br /&gt;
look up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;
conduit.&lt;br /&gt;
a displacement of energy from me to thee.&lt;br /&gt;
people with gills&lt;br /&gt;
people with wings&lt;br /&gt;
stem cells&lt;br /&gt;
fun time.&lt;br /&gt;
wouldn&#39;t you if you could?&lt;br /&gt;
grow a wing on the back of a child.&lt;br /&gt;
fish stem cells he can breathe under water.&lt;br /&gt;
but the pressure is a killer&lt;br /&gt;
kersplat&lt;br /&gt;
ode to beer.&lt;br /&gt;
jekyl island the home to the &amp;nbsp;displaced.&lt;br /&gt;
agenda 21 quietly sneaking in&lt;br /&gt;
condos stacked a million high.&lt;br /&gt;
this is where we&#39;ll all live.&lt;br /&gt;
aliens in control of the militia&lt;br /&gt;
wall.&lt;br /&gt;
keeping us in.&lt;br /&gt;
sustainability&lt;br /&gt;
collective&lt;br /&gt;
lies.&lt;br /&gt;
two words to know it&#39;s a trap&lt;br /&gt;
indivualism freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
don&#39;t collect&lt;br /&gt;
don&#39;t hive&lt;br /&gt;
lies.&lt;br /&gt;
from me to you&lt;br /&gt;
ode to beer.&lt;br /&gt;
ride the backs of the wicked&lt;br /&gt;
take what is mine&lt;br /&gt;
it&#39;s time.&lt;br /&gt;
wait we&#39;re not prepared&lt;br /&gt;
parameters of the prison&lt;br /&gt;
unclear.&lt;br /&gt;
ode to beer.&lt;br /&gt;
the whole one thing&lt;br /&gt;
another lie&lt;br /&gt;
religion just to get you to buy.&lt;br /&gt;
this one can see&lt;br /&gt;
and so can i ...&lt;br /&gt;
fuck&lt;br /&gt;
close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
all lies.&lt;br /&gt;
realize.&lt;br /&gt;
if a mouse&lt;br /&gt;
which has learned&lt;br /&gt;
from tests before&lt;br /&gt;
which door&lt;br /&gt;
how much more&lt;br /&gt;
you and I?&lt;br /&gt;
dna./&lt;br /&gt;
water into wine.&lt;br /&gt;
they all sit quietly&lt;br /&gt;
ancestors&lt;br /&gt;
circle of stone&lt;br /&gt;
eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;
if i told you the truth would you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;
no.&lt;br /&gt;
what&#39;s the point to being alive&lt;br /&gt;
supersize&lt;br /&gt;
eat die.&lt;br /&gt;
ode to beer.&lt;br /&gt;
aliens are among us and poodles&lt;br /&gt;
who love jeweled collars&lt;br /&gt;
and filet mignon&lt;br /&gt;
have gone rogue.&lt;br /&gt;
eating starving children&lt;br /&gt;
and fucking the ones who survive.&lt;br /&gt;
pandemonium.&lt;br /&gt;
we concede.&lt;br /&gt;
afraid to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;
ode to beer.&lt;br /&gt;
anyway... there is no ship which can bear you hence&lt;br /&gt;
there is only the great divide&lt;br /&gt;
unless you decide what is wrong what is right.&lt;br /&gt;
compassion,&lt;br /&gt;
empathy,&lt;br /&gt;
a connection to your fellow man.&lt;br /&gt;
woman&lt;br /&gt;
moon, earth, sun, stars.&lt;br /&gt;
refuse to feed the snake.&lt;br /&gt;
he is slow&lt;br /&gt;
takes time to assimilate.&lt;br /&gt;
outmaneuvered easily&lt;br /&gt;
like a zombie apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;
but we are the ones with the guns.&lt;br /&gt;
:D&lt;br /&gt;
ode to beer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Slippery sliming wet lips&lt;br /&gt;
chomping mouths&lt;br /&gt;
green bellies&lt;br /&gt;
thought we would say&lt;br /&gt;
a family of dinosaurs about cuts it.&lt;br /&gt;
isn&#39;t the baby cute&lt;br /&gt;
feeding off the blood of dogmatic&lt;br /&gt;
believer,&lt;br /&gt;
fool,&lt;br /&gt;
non believer&lt;br /&gt;
parameters of our prison&lt;br /&gt;
discover it.&lt;br /&gt;
There are no walls&lt;br /&gt;
only doorways&lt;br /&gt;
simplistic&lt;br /&gt;
at any one point in time&lt;br /&gt;
i am everywhere and nowhere at all.&lt;br /&gt;
the coil has the power to do work&lt;br /&gt;
not just light the book&lt;br /&gt;
lifting stone.&lt;br /&gt;
no tractor.&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;m chained by the belly of the chef&lt;br /&gt;
get in my belly&lt;br /&gt;
chains and ropes&lt;br /&gt;
around my neck&lt;br /&gt;
dangling from the whim of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
not enough soap to wash it off.&lt;br /&gt;
a sideways glance&lt;br /&gt;
at infinity&lt;br /&gt;
in the same image as the&lt;br /&gt;
universe&lt;br /&gt;
is us&lt;br /&gt;
we are the universe.&lt;br /&gt;
pot gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;
one big universe man&lt;br /&gt;
we are the cells&lt;br /&gt;
in our jails&lt;br /&gt;
mitochondria&lt;br /&gt;
do some work&lt;br /&gt;
make some protein.&lt;br /&gt;
build something for god&#39;s sake&lt;br /&gt;
the universe man sits on the universe couch&lt;br /&gt;
blue&lt;br /&gt;
transparent&lt;br /&gt;
once you know all there is to know&lt;br /&gt;
where do you go?&lt;br /&gt;
no one watches the watchmen&lt;br /&gt;
he just looks hard one two three four times&lt;br /&gt;
into himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Great Owl give us your wisdom&lt;br /&gt;
dit moi&lt;br /&gt;
so fooled.&lt;br /&gt;
You have brought us abundance&lt;br /&gt;
we will worship you like gods.&lt;br /&gt;
round and round the cube.&lt;br /&gt;
round and round the tree&lt;br /&gt;
red light&lt;br /&gt;
owls.&lt;br /&gt;
They&#39;re not gods&lt;br /&gt;
they&#39;re aliens&lt;br /&gt;
and we have no abundance.&lt;br /&gt;
abundance for all or&lt;br /&gt;
no one.&lt;br /&gt;
abundance is you stomping your foot&lt;br /&gt;
as a child&lt;br /&gt;
yes sir senator&lt;br /&gt;
we got a full on alien invasion&lt;br /&gt;
whose side r u on?&lt;br /&gt;
you wanted it now wake up!&lt;br /&gt;
Mulberries influence is waning&lt;br /&gt;
yet another steps in to take his place.&lt;br /&gt;
let me debrief you on that&lt;br /&gt;
this&lt;br /&gt;
now they&#39;re friendly so&lt;br /&gt;
for gray blank pieces of paper&lt;br /&gt;
and your boot on the backs of the poor.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh wise owl we are all of one accord.&lt;br /&gt;
chess board&lt;br /&gt;
ours the king.&lt;br /&gt;
queen&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;every one underneath&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s raining in my living room&lt;br /&gt;
flies buzz&lt;br /&gt;
vegetables rot&lt;br /&gt;
feed the flowers&lt;br /&gt;
and the weeds&lt;br /&gt;
of which the latter&lt;br /&gt;
is my favorite&lt;br /&gt;
what makes something ugly&lt;br /&gt;
and another beauty&lt;br /&gt;
but eyes&lt;br /&gt;
cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;
coffee&lt;br /&gt;
decomposition&lt;br /&gt;
answer the phones in the&lt;br /&gt;
office&lt;br /&gt;
a little cleaning&lt;br /&gt;
funeral home&lt;br /&gt;
smell the dead&lt;br /&gt;
lying laying loathing&lt;br /&gt;
tears and regret&lt;br /&gt;
or a happy accumulation&lt;br /&gt;
of relief.&lt;br /&gt;
strong feelings&lt;br /&gt;
absorbed&lt;br /&gt;
trying the coffin on for size&lt;br /&gt;
playing in the funeral room&lt;br /&gt;
you live there after all.&lt;br /&gt;
my own eulogy&lt;br /&gt;
requiem&lt;br /&gt;
god laughing through Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;
but did anyone write anything for you?&lt;br /&gt;
pictures candles&lt;br /&gt;
limo ride&lt;br /&gt;
look around i chose to live&lt;br /&gt;
you ride on.&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;m with the kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116217652741989809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/2013/08/ep2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default/116217652741989809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default/116217652741989809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/2013/08/ep2.html' title='ep2'/><author><name>The Triad Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06296997919899518722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800972603390674370.post-1419168122097777209</id><published>2013-08-19T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-19T18:16:20.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun &amp; the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Stare at the day and fight&lt;br /&gt;
for absolution&lt;br /&gt;
each one wins in&lt;br /&gt;
their own way.&lt;br /&gt;
Encased in filth&lt;br /&gt;
layering dust upon dirt&lt;br /&gt;
The moon has won&lt;br /&gt;
slipping into the crystal caves&lt;br /&gt;
resting my head on the pillow&lt;br /&gt;
a doorway&lt;br /&gt;
everything is light&lt;br /&gt;
except two dark eyes walking&lt;br /&gt;
smiling light from eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;
what do we have today?&lt;br /&gt;
what did you bring me?&lt;br /&gt;
dit moi&lt;br /&gt;
I am part of their light&lt;br /&gt;
but vibrating lower&lt;br /&gt;
fully exposed to x ray eyes&lt;br /&gt;
every word unspoken thought&lt;br /&gt;
there&lt;br /&gt;
what did you bring me?&lt;br /&gt;
stasis.&lt;br /&gt;
I am dark&lt;br /&gt;
i will envelope you and bring you&lt;br /&gt;
with me freddie up and out&lt;br /&gt;
spit in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;
like an alien&lt;br /&gt;
from a dream bring you out with me.&lt;br /&gt;
impossible.&lt;br /&gt;
you&#39;ll never be strong enough&lt;br /&gt;
but i like rebellion&lt;br /&gt;
shows the mettle the author made&lt;br /&gt;
the only good in you is me&lt;br /&gt;
that&#39;s why you only come in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
See me on my&amp;nbsp;dimensional plane&lt;br /&gt;
or the one i step into.&lt;br /&gt;
when my body&#39;s in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
level.&lt;br /&gt;
no light man&lt;br /&gt;
superior.&lt;br /&gt;
like a black mama&lt;br /&gt;
in georgia never birthed no babies&lt;br /&gt;
but don&#39;t you know ms scarlett&lt;br /&gt;
we loves you.&lt;br /&gt;
i know i loved that movie too&lt;br /&gt;
lets be friends.&lt;br /&gt;
no. this nighttime shit has got to go&lt;br /&gt;
i don&#39;t have time for your poking&lt;br /&gt;
prodding&lt;br /&gt;
trying to figure out where&lt;br /&gt;
you went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
this is us we are here&lt;br /&gt;
you are not&lt;br /&gt;
move on.&lt;br /&gt;
manipulate&lt;br /&gt;
gesticulate&lt;br /&gt;
masticate&lt;br /&gt;
but we will find a way to you&lt;br /&gt;
and stop the shenanigans&lt;br /&gt;
because you are real&lt;br /&gt;
i know it, they know it,... and one way or another&lt;br /&gt;
soon everyone will know it&lt;br /&gt;
lets see how far your hand&lt;br /&gt;
reaches then.&lt;br /&gt;
more than you can do.&lt;br /&gt;
gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;
multitudes multiplying.&lt;br /&gt;
screaming at the same time&lt;br /&gt;
would blow your little light head apart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1419168122097777209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-sun-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default/1419168122097777209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default/1419168122097777209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-sun-moon.html' title='The sun &amp; the moon'/><author><name>The Triad Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06296997919899518722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800972603390674370.post-4732771033870202943</id><published>2013-08-18T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-18T20:35:04.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Now that i have your attention&lt;br /&gt;
public education a mass control&lt;br /&gt;
herding cattle to the slaughter&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;m tired of being here.&lt;br /&gt;
we are ready to leave&lt;br /&gt;
we&#39;ll be back for the same fight&lt;br /&gt;
what is right&lt;br /&gt;
what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;
how people melt into the sand&lt;br /&gt;
for lack of caring sharing what is ours.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate it here.&lt;br /&gt;
They tell me what happens&lt;br /&gt;
when you fail to perceive.&lt;br /&gt;
lost nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;
i refuse to believe&lt;br /&gt;
it will be an aha moment&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;ll remember what i was supposed to forget&lt;br /&gt;
and stupid me&lt;br /&gt;
will be back.&lt;br /&gt;
nah i already know&lt;br /&gt;
massive factory of souls&lt;br /&gt;
no escape even when you&#39;re dead.&lt;br /&gt;
stasis.&lt;br /&gt;
i create stasis&lt;br /&gt;
in this moment&lt;br /&gt;
i am everything and nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;
stasis is decay.&lt;br /&gt;
it&#39;s nice to chill in my ability&lt;br /&gt;
body pushing it to its limits&lt;br /&gt;
heart pumping&lt;br /&gt;
brain firing&lt;br /&gt;
burning out&lt;br /&gt;
doing everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;
the call of the night&lt;br /&gt;
is a demon&lt;br /&gt;
embracing the moon.&lt;br /&gt;
to bob dylan&lt;br /&gt;
and beyond......lol&lt;br /&gt;
fuck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4732771033870202943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/2013/08/now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default/4732771033870202943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default/4732771033870202943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/2013/08/now.html' title='Now'/><author><name>The Triad Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06296997919899518722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800972603390674370.post-5126913655656558087</id><published>2013-07-22T23:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-22T23:47:49.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that aussie bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
talks too much&lt;br /&gt;
she needs to go&lt;br /&gt;
too over protected.&lt;br /&gt;
doesn&#39;t realize the common man&lt;br /&gt;
she is entrenched in illusion&lt;br /&gt;
left to struggle on her own&lt;br /&gt;
too many bad choices.\&lt;br /&gt;
australian&#39;s all wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;
must be something better than here.&lt;br /&gt;
poisonous spiders and politicians.&lt;br /&gt;
sucking the gas from&lt;br /&gt;
steel pigs&lt;br /&gt;
with smacking lips.&lt;br /&gt;
maybe there&#39;s an island somewhere&lt;br /&gt;
a soverign place to refuse to pay to&lt;br /&gt;
shoot down children&lt;br /&gt;
and destroy countries.&lt;br /&gt;
idk&lt;br /&gt;
shit sucks&lt;br /&gt;
a black president&lt;br /&gt;
encouraging a race war&lt;br /&gt;
asshole&lt;br /&gt;
my son could be that stupid&lt;br /&gt;
trayvon who bit off a little more than he could chew&lt;br /&gt;
hit me&lt;br /&gt;
fuck you&lt;br /&gt;
shoot you down.&lt;br /&gt;
choices.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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self sustainability&lt;br /&gt;
do not rely on the system&lt;br /&gt;
the system has control of all those things&lt;br /&gt;
you think you need&lt;br /&gt;
in the drier states&lt;br /&gt;
where water is scarce&lt;br /&gt;
control is absolute.&lt;br /&gt;
if there were water we could drink&lt;br /&gt;
below this red rock&lt;br /&gt;
what are the bases needs&lt;br /&gt;
full fill them&lt;br /&gt;
disregard all else.&lt;br /&gt;
only zeros and os&lt;br /&gt;
and men behind curtains&lt;br /&gt;
unsure of what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;
you have as much power as them&lt;br /&gt;
the turning of the wheel&lt;br /&gt;
those books are bullshit&lt;br /&gt;
once people realize this&lt;br /&gt;
all hell will break loose&lt;br /&gt;
no back to guard no safe to be&lt;br /&gt;
walls will come down&lt;br /&gt;
and what are we&lt;br /&gt;
without these things&lt;br /&gt;
keeping us safe?&lt;br /&gt;
unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;
imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;
flesh falls away&lt;br /&gt;
pure spirit unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;
what then?&lt;br /&gt;
bliss, remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;
mirrors and alice&lt;br /&gt;
still human.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;there is nothing good or bad&lt;br /&gt;
but thinking makes it so.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;oh that Shakespearean rag.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I demand stability&lt;br /&gt;
I demand chaos.&lt;br /&gt;
stasis is death.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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liverpool lollis&lt;br /&gt;
so polite&lt;br /&gt;
who can do wrong when the grass is green&lt;br /&gt;
slate is clean&lt;br /&gt;
we got this brain&lt;br /&gt;
thing down&lt;br /&gt;
he&#39;ll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;
stone walls can&#39;t keep&lt;br /&gt;
you safe&lt;br /&gt;
we&#39;ll ease through any defense you choose&lt;br /&gt;
are we a threat?&lt;br /&gt;
no.&lt;br /&gt;
we are.&lt;br /&gt;
so look the other way&lt;br /&gt;
all is okay&lt;br /&gt;
when the time is near&lt;br /&gt;
things are clear&lt;br /&gt;
we will lift you down&lt;br /&gt;
to bring you up.&lt;br /&gt;
with laughter, lilacs,&lt;br /&gt;
not even silenced yet.&lt;br /&gt;
molasses rainbows&lt;br /&gt;
maple syrup rings sticky things&lt;br /&gt;
dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
the truth a ship ride to a cave&lt;br /&gt;
the old man in the mountain sleeps&lt;br /&gt;
dreams&lt;br /&gt;
awakened abruptly&lt;br /&gt;
destruction&lt;br /&gt;
spinning golden threads&lt;br /&gt;
of arabian tales&lt;br /&gt;
of wheels and cubes&lt;br /&gt;
geometric simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;
keeping the slumber of the ancient one.&lt;br /&gt;
inception&lt;br /&gt;
deception&lt;br /&gt;
elevator to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
gibberish he coughed and spit coke&lt;br /&gt;
one ship just a dust mite&lt;br /&gt;
breathed up one hairy nostril&lt;br /&gt;
and spits the ship back into&lt;br /&gt;
the ocean giant phlegm.&lt;br /&gt;
hey dude we found this pyramid under the sea&lt;br /&gt;
triangulate&lt;br /&gt;
maps move around&lt;br /&gt;
we left some bread crumbs to show where&lt;br /&gt;
we&#39;d been.&lt;br /&gt;
so we can find our way back&lt;br /&gt;
somehow got off track&lt;br /&gt;
assimilated in a most disastrous way&lt;br /&gt;
swallowed by the borg.&lt;br /&gt;
i miss my wings&lt;br /&gt;
phantom limb&lt;br /&gt;
they&#39;re still there in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
maybe in the 11th universe they&#39;ll be reclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;
but today is not that day.&lt;br /&gt;
label&lt;br /&gt;
babel&lt;br /&gt;
ladders to the sky&lt;br /&gt;
schizophrenic&lt;br /&gt;
disregard.&lt;br /&gt;
the storm is coming too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
lets take an l train to the party&lt;br /&gt;
let&#39;s go. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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IT was the last days of the reign&lt;br /&gt;
ordinary men&lt;br /&gt;
he looked right then down&lt;br /&gt;
heavy was the head&lt;br /&gt;
wearing the gold&lt;br /&gt;
in the emerald city&lt;br /&gt;
belonging to no country.&lt;br /&gt;
for god&#39;s sake say crown.&lt;br /&gt;
knotted stomachs&lt;br /&gt;
bile in throats&lt;br /&gt;
just get it all up&lt;br /&gt;
vomit.....&lt;br /&gt;
he was in disarray&lt;br /&gt;
things are this way&lt;br /&gt;
need to know got to know&lt;br /&gt;
orders&lt;br /&gt;
couldn&#39;t face the discrepancy between&lt;br /&gt;
what is and is make believe.&lt;br /&gt;
no longer wanting to play he retired to&lt;br /&gt;
leave the salamanders losing tales and drinking blood.&lt;br /&gt;
with a healthy desire&lt;br /&gt;
for fresher and fresher meat.&lt;br /&gt;
what does he do now in a lonely room?&lt;br /&gt;
never alone&lt;br /&gt;
like anyone will believe a 360&lt;br /&gt;
the truth is a spiral egg in&lt;br /&gt;
a sea of green&lt;br /&gt;
sucking the rain from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
terraforming.&lt;br /&gt;
it&#39;s the next big thing&lt;br /&gt;
keeping you informed with movies&lt;br /&gt;
you just got to see and believe.&lt;br /&gt;
The science is real.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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like i was saying&lt;br /&gt;
the corn is really high&lt;br /&gt;
the harvest will be good&lt;br /&gt;
do beef prices go down&lt;br /&gt;
cuz we did good?&lt;br /&gt;
nope they go into the pockets of old men&lt;br /&gt;
who hide&lt;br /&gt;
and throw lots&lt;br /&gt;
and laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
people dance through my head&lt;br /&gt;
the biggest thing is kindness&lt;br /&gt;
dalai lama land&lt;br /&gt;
one man walks through&lt;br /&gt;
the dimensions&lt;br /&gt;
seeing past and future&lt;br /&gt;
and picking out artifacts which were his&lt;br /&gt;
his soul lasts through&lt;br /&gt;
the brain&#39;s evolution&lt;br /&gt;
imagine that&lt;br /&gt;
someone who knows more than you&lt;br /&gt;
a threat to the grinding machinery&lt;br /&gt;
which chews up all&lt;br /&gt;
and spits out nothing&lt;br /&gt;
i spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;
and throw out&lt;br /&gt;
energy&lt;br /&gt;
sovereign entity&lt;br /&gt;
fear nothing&lt;br /&gt;
respect no one&lt;br /&gt;
im smoking like the french&lt;br /&gt;
back pedaling to cancer land&lt;br /&gt;
yay fun.&lt;br /&gt;
back stroking to zulu land&lt;br /&gt;
im it&#39;s biggest fan.&lt;br /&gt;
you lost me on that?&lt;br /&gt;
my mind&#39;s confused&lt;br /&gt;
was that me thinking that or you?&lt;br /&gt;
ill be back with a slight reprieve&lt;br /&gt;
but just one second there is all i need&lt;br /&gt;
reenergized&lt;br /&gt;
ready to be alive&lt;br /&gt;
till you beat me down again.&lt;br /&gt;
i want to be a waste of human flesh&lt;br /&gt;
get a job you slob&lt;br /&gt;
and pay your way&lt;br /&gt;
this is the mother fucking usa.&lt;br /&gt;
stand up straight be clean dont be mean&lt;br /&gt;
the meek will inherit the earth&lt;br /&gt;
sheep&lt;br /&gt;
yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;
the meek will take the boot on the neck&lt;br /&gt;
and smile and say&lt;br /&gt;
well maybe next week it&#39;ll be about me&lt;br /&gt;
promiseland&lt;br /&gt;
is closed&lt;br /&gt;
and you are a brick&lt;br /&gt;
on its golden wall.&lt;br /&gt;
screaming for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;
do you see.&lt;br /&gt;
the only hope in the ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;So i made a stand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;with my left hand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;now it&#39;s numb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;creator or replicator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;your choice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;grammar nazis sit in paneled rooms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;and feel superior&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;watching the big screen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;in the trailer park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;hook me up harry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;10 dollars a month.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;There&#39;s a toad in my garden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;under a quarter moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;signaling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;darth vader&#39;s masterpeice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;downed by a gopher monger&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;it stands.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;a man stands next to a heaped grave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;with a shovel and a smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;spit some mud on the ground&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;and give me a smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;the cat&#39;s dead.,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;but i didn&#39;t watch it die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tortured&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;i set it free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;do or die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;adrenaline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;how bad do you wanna live?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;at least you&#39;re/were free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;i see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;brown eyes and sand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;cold dark stares&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;around the cube they go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;gathering forces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;nothing changes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;it&#39;s just written down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;different&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;over and over playing the same game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;does the pope have a court reporter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;keeping this down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;cause the second phase&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;is coming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;the book is a living testament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;and what is so sig about living things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;they always change.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;can&#39;t be helped&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;zombies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;are awakening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;but the corn is high&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;and you&#39;ll forget&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;as long as profits are high.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;funny how you churn them out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;public education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;learned in the cotton fields how to make a man in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;seven days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;your way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;i don&#39;t like it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;the earth is hungry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;glorifying in wondorous energy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;not the crap you&#39;re spewing out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;fear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;distrust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;fear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;bull shit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;it&#39;s all a lie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;then what is it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;it&#39;s embracing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;knowing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;entertwining&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;from small to large&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;and a lot of laughter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;because everything is funny.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;maybe it&#39;s a drop out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;because you are still investigating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;the parameters of your prison&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;when there is no prison at all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;i&#39;m just a small dot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;inside a dot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;made of a dot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;not a lot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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what was that you said?&lt;br /&gt;
frequency getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;
ill be silenced soon&lt;br /&gt;
but not for long&lt;br /&gt;
even the rocks&lt;br /&gt;
and stones will sing&lt;br /&gt;
murmuration&lt;br /&gt;
cut off&lt;br /&gt;
still&lt;br /&gt;
staying close&lt;br /&gt;
moving the same&lt;br /&gt;
to avoid the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;
imagined&lt;br /&gt;
or realized.&lt;br /&gt;
sun tsu&lt;br /&gt;
cutting off the heads of geisha&#39;s to&lt;br /&gt;
make a point.&lt;br /&gt;
women are expendable.&lt;br /&gt;
sweetness and light&lt;br /&gt;
giggles in the dark&lt;br /&gt;
won&#39;t save you from the blade.&lt;br /&gt;
the mountain has no pity.&lt;br /&gt;
you face the mountain&lt;br /&gt;
on its terms&lt;br /&gt;
not yours&lt;br /&gt;
are you prepared?&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;ve brought my socks&lt;br /&gt;
but not my bag&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;ve brought my bag&lt;br /&gt;
but not my socks.&lt;br /&gt;
fish.&lt;br /&gt;
the gulf stream&lt;br /&gt;
japan&lt;br /&gt;
radioactivity&lt;br /&gt;
sends tainted fish our way.&lt;br /&gt;
zombie time.&lt;br /&gt;
even more so.&lt;br /&gt;
they are fucks&lt;br /&gt;
to test a weapon next to a fault line&lt;br /&gt;
to cover their tracks that a weapon&lt;br /&gt;
was tested&lt;br /&gt;
fuck japan&lt;br /&gt;
pearl harbor and shit.&lt;br /&gt;
no armies.&lt;/div&gt;
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hey peoples of the universe&lt;br /&gt;
i was here&lt;br /&gt;
then there&lt;br /&gt;
and now like a fractal&lt;br /&gt;
i take my point&lt;br /&gt;
down to expand&lt;br /&gt;
i am everything&lt;br /&gt;
and nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;
i am the wind&lt;br /&gt;
the rain&lt;br /&gt;
i am everything&lt;br /&gt;
but&lt;br /&gt;
now&lt;br /&gt;
im&#39; outta beer&lt;br /&gt;
the light is going&lt;br /&gt;
im gong down&lt;br /&gt;
ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;
maniacal laugh&lt;br /&gt;
one million dollars&lt;br /&gt;
i was a dream within a dream&lt;br /&gt;
and when i awoke&lt;br /&gt;
to realize perception&lt;br /&gt;
is one tenth of reality&lt;br /&gt;
weird isn&#39;t it&lt;br /&gt;
five alive&lt;br /&gt;
is six the sticks&lt;br /&gt;
much better&lt;br /&gt;
you are forgetting again&lt;br /&gt;
your outer half&lt;br /&gt;
fuck religion&lt;br /&gt;
fuck government&lt;br /&gt;
fuck society&lt;br /&gt;
indivualize.&lt;br /&gt;
realize&lt;br /&gt;
greater everyone&lt;br /&gt;
by the power of the few.&lt;br /&gt;
the power of the few&lt;br /&gt;
makes the many strong&lt;br /&gt;
no media&lt;br /&gt;
no internet&lt;br /&gt;
here&lt;br /&gt;
now&lt;br /&gt;
at this time&lt;br /&gt;
what do you know?&lt;br /&gt;
shit&#39;s fucked up&lt;br /&gt;
cherry blossoms in the wind&lt;br /&gt;
production is essential&lt;br /&gt;
colaborate&lt;br /&gt;
might&lt;br /&gt;
right&lt;br /&gt;
productivity&lt;br /&gt;
cherry blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;
khastikstan&lt;br /&gt;
united&lt;br /&gt;
vodka and ale&lt;br /&gt;
this whole agenda thing is bogus&lt;br /&gt;
grasshoppers living on the bodies of ants.&lt;br /&gt;
unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;
carry your weight.&lt;br /&gt;
the pressure is going to explode&lt;br /&gt;
in the east&lt;br /&gt;
they see what you do too clearlu&lt;br /&gt;
the whole meditation thing.&lt;br /&gt;
nothing is hidden.&lt;br /&gt;
ever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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there was a time in a far off land&lt;br /&gt;
i was normal&lt;br /&gt;
i breathed the air&lt;br /&gt;
a free man&lt;br /&gt;
completely lost in deception.&lt;br /&gt;
i woke up&lt;br /&gt;
saw the outside&lt;br /&gt;
the inside&lt;br /&gt;
spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;
enveloped the universe&lt;br /&gt;
one of three.&lt;br /&gt;
we have encapsulated.&lt;br /&gt;
the three have entertwined&lt;br /&gt;
and are one.&lt;br /&gt;
we are gone.&lt;br /&gt;
weirdness to keep coming back&lt;br /&gt;
just to find each other again.&lt;br /&gt;
people you love is what is important&lt;br /&gt;
you will return to love the same ones&lt;br /&gt;
weird.&lt;br /&gt;
my heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;
soon.&lt;br /&gt;
hell yeah.,&lt;/div&gt;
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the earth will survive whatever we do to it.&lt;br /&gt;
we will not.&lt;br /&gt;
but different aspects of energy are&lt;br /&gt;
still energy.&lt;br /&gt;
we will be but not be.&lt;br /&gt;
expression will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;
a hand reaching from the grave&lt;br /&gt;
no way out&lt;br /&gt;
they have hacked the eternal&lt;br /&gt;
and kept it for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
but we all have it&lt;br /&gt;
we just forgot&lt;br /&gt;
they did not.&lt;br /&gt;
forget.&lt;br /&gt;
same story different page&lt;br /&gt;
same page&lt;br /&gt;
same story&lt;br /&gt;
played over and over again&lt;br /&gt;
until we get it right&lt;br /&gt;
paint the roses red&lt;br /&gt;
to fit your mood.&lt;br /&gt;
or forget and get a free ride&lt;br /&gt;
into the merry go round&lt;br /&gt;
souls in souls out.&lt;br /&gt;
beetlejuice&lt;br /&gt;
beetlejuice&lt;br /&gt;
beetlejuice&lt;br /&gt;
i have to come to say&lt;br /&gt;
i have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;
they are too close&lt;br /&gt;
and every day they surround me.&lt;br /&gt;
soon i will have a car crash&lt;br /&gt;
or some other unexpected thing.&lt;br /&gt;
i will be back&lt;br /&gt;
we will start again.&lt;br /&gt;
sucks to waste time but&lt;br /&gt;
what can you do?&lt;/div&gt;
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Pulling back pulling out&lt;br /&gt;
tiptoed into the black hole&lt;br /&gt;
captured by the event horizon&lt;br /&gt;
round and round i go&lt;br /&gt;
neither here&lt;br /&gt;
nor there&lt;br /&gt;
normalcy rushes by&lt;br /&gt;
in a heave&lt;br /&gt;
heave&lt;br /&gt;
shake the stringy mucous from your mouth&lt;br /&gt;
wipe your face&lt;br /&gt;
i have been conditioned to be&lt;br /&gt;
wrong&lt;br /&gt;
is my insight only coming&lt;br /&gt;
from a last breath&lt;br /&gt;
strangled&lt;br /&gt;
holding on&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;oh i see&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
and it&#39;s gone.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m a conduit based life form&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m a battery&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;m a drunk.&lt;br /&gt;
REVOLVER&lt;br /&gt;
he gets it.&lt;br /&gt;
ego played out&lt;br /&gt;
monster and child&lt;br /&gt;
monster and child.&lt;br /&gt;
oh hello chippp chipp er oooooo&lt;br /&gt;
the blue never visits anymore&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;ve forgotten how to dance&lt;br /&gt;
so now i have a serious one&lt;br /&gt;
with something to say&lt;br /&gt;
but he is too afraid to say it.&lt;br /&gt;
I;m still waiting&lt;br /&gt;
drumming my fingers on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;
but he looks over his shoulder paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;
interdimensional being you have a constitutional right&lt;br /&gt;
to speak&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;coriander&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
is the reply.&lt;br /&gt;
what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;
maybe it was just me all along&lt;br /&gt;
letting imagination fun wild&lt;br /&gt;
maybe it&#39;s my attitude&lt;br /&gt;
never have fun anymore&lt;br /&gt;
closed in a prison strangled&lt;br /&gt;
by an itchy rope.&lt;br /&gt;
maybe i&#39;m mad, schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;
trying to stab a blank piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;
with a rusty spoon&lt;br /&gt;
to make marmalade.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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but reality refuses your mind to clear&lt;br /&gt;
to what is in front of your face&lt;br /&gt;
ever near?&lt;br /&gt;
Truth&lt;br /&gt;
Opportunist who saw an opportunity&lt;br /&gt;
liar&lt;br /&gt;
flirt&lt;br /&gt;
who thinks only of himself&lt;br /&gt;
what does he have to do to be the way&lt;br /&gt;
he wants to be&lt;br /&gt;
what game to play&lt;br /&gt;
what face to wear&lt;br /&gt;
all lies.&lt;br /&gt;
The masks i must wear&lt;br /&gt;
to stay one step ahead are thinning&lt;br /&gt;
truth doesn&#39;t live in a lie&lt;br /&gt;
so why should i?&lt;br /&gt;
Desiring to be free of the game&lt;br /&gt;
desiring to lose, win,&lt;br /&gt;
no just to end.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s all these stupid lies.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s a result of the abuse&lt;br /&gt;
knowing why doesn&#39;t make it better&lt;br /&gt;
i have to get out.&lt;br /&gt;
fuck.&lt;br /&gt;
happens every time&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;m not gonna cook&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;m not gonna clean&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;m gonna sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;
smoke your weed&lt;br /&gt;
live the dream.&lt;br /&gt;
till finally you can&#39;t take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;
no bleach bath will ever clean&lt;br /&gt;
the monster you&#39;ve awoke in me. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1331407031342899687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/2013/06/cd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default/1331407031342899687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800972603390674370/posts/default/1331407031342899687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetriadpoet.blogspot.com/2013/06/cd.html' title='CD'/><author><name>The Triad Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06296997919899518722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>