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Not content with common thought
Moved to feeling in the handwritten form
Translating the Siren’s voice
Higher levels of not tolerating the norm
We need to break free of these doldrums
Return to where truth spoken with the quill
Compassion in community not a fragmented society
Where we’re doomed to remain at a standstill
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Events like Watergate come & go
Revealing to the public our national shame We no longer trust the government Any effort to deceive us is just plain lame
Our capitalistic masters heading for disaster
These pathetically absurd Creating content for the algorithm But they don’t care about our words
Dr. Strangeglove is plotting
The folly of the Pentagon staff Making old ladies weep When only evil men can still laugh
Time keeps ticking, even when we hurt
Old white men will begin to campaign Dropping promises like forgotten love notes The people cast aside once they pop champagne
You ask me frivolous questions
Who shall I vote for I don’t know who cares But, I’m rooting for no one in 2024
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The heartfelt rendition claimed my attention
Quiet moments only my heart knows Removed from the trappings of society The constructs placed before us The silent agreement through appeasement
I am not content with following them
Obeying their rules Arbitrary that they be
Breaking out on my own
Away from the nonsensical hate We can re-create a courteous society Without the need to execute our leaders Sharpening our swords before we vote We must keep them honest Like this: Like Loading...
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Watching waves by heat of day
Our vanities reproduced to tangible form Creating content for the congregations But translated to fit a polite norm Like this: Like Loading...
Standing in line for a morning cup
After a pot or two, I’ll be content But you’re holding up progress Your specialty is causing me to resent My anger is slow to rise But the barista is soaking in your beauty The rest of us are dying of fatigue & thirst All the while methinks you’re a bit too snooty Like this: Like Loading...
OMG! I’m getting old
I’m actively searching
For the edited version
Watching their content
Preserving young minds
Cultivating the innocence
For you can never rewind
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Knee deep in your chores Content in your blessings But once dreamed of more Passion fizzled with stress Domestically kept & cared Cloaked in suburban life But I see beauty in there Like this: Like Loading...
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Surrounding myself with ancient friends
Wisdom & experiences laid upon my shelf Bare for all to quietly consume Providing a chance for a better version of self
Absorbing past lives without pause
Silhouettes of women from long ago Angst from existential rights in time Visions of dreams I wish to forgo
These books are mere placeholders
For the contents of my heart upon hardwood Gentle reminders of our former intellect & the hope we might return to being good Like this: Like Loading...
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I’ve traveled the world
& I keep returning to the same notion
I’ve seen interesting places
But I never again want to sail the ocean
My simple truth is that I’m content
I’ve found a good life; that should be clear
The grass is never greener anywhere else
We’re on an amazing course; we shouldn’t veer
There are so many opportunities
I would never close any of those doors
I don’t ever want to let go of your hand
Now that I have & forevermore come ashore Like this: Like Loading...
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Finding an edge to life
Loose thread; ripping out the seams Setting out for an independent life No purpose if they’re not your dreams
Perplexing choices to those
Who forgot to shake in quaking fear You hope to wither in the memory Of these who are content to remain here Like this: Like Loading...
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The drippings of my mind
The office, a soul in paper mâché Books & notes of imagination A collection of stories we played
It’s a subtle knowledge herein
Years of experience slightly compressed Nicks, faults & scars smoothed over Though I remain unimpressed
Scratching away at this drivel
Nothing created in which to be content Scrambling for fresh ideas At this pace, I’ll never relent Like this: Like Loading...
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Waiting for lightning to strike
Within these summer storms I’ve found a good woman Her love keeps me nice & warm
No need to venture out there
For then we’d need to find clothes I’m content right where I am Watching everything from my bedroom windows Like this: Like Loading...
I love what’s feminine for its own beautiful sake
Walking out into Mother Nature & breathing in Earth
I’m collecting thoughts & addicted to smiling
A deliberate course to truly live ever since my birth
Feeling the distinct notion of life’s pulse
To emerge from here unbroken & mostly unscathed
To seek out joy & embrace hope where it lives
A stroll in pure sunshine; to be regeneratively bathed
No longer shall I listen to competing voices
I’m going to soak up compassion until I’m through
Outside of the distractions, I’ll grow softer
Finding contentment admits love’s eternal residue
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I won’t judge you for your past
I don’t care how your body looks
Inward – we all contain equal souls
We can all absorb the beauty of books
Go read! Fitzgerald, Kerouac, Twain
Emerson, Rand, Tolstoy, Hemingway
Thoreau, Dostoyevsky, Neruda, Yeats
Great words are forever here to stay
It is solely up to you
To build up your literary wealth
But I will constantly judge you
For the contents of your bookshelf
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One must be a seeker
To discover unique truth amongst the thorns Head down, hiding that grime I feel inside I’m intelligent, yet not enough to forewarn
Trying to eek out a stable existence
With all these storms heading my way But you have to want to be something more Never content at the beginning of the day
We’re bordering on anarchy
With the streets continuing to seethe This communal madness Fighting for our shared right to breathe
But I have a long forgotten confession
Which will leave you confused & aghast Tacked to the back of a soul’s liberty Forever within the defense of our contrasts Like this: Like Loading...
I think you have the wrong notion of me
I could be wrong, but it’s what I believe
I’m neither the saint nor the villain
In which your notions are trying to achieve
I’m not nearly as arrogant as I portray
That’s merely the manifestation of a fictional role
I know confidence is sexy & I’m trying my best
But I have doubts regarding the quality of the contents of my soul Like this: Like Loading...
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Avoiding those trendy spots
It’s just never been my style I’m a bit more low key than that No sense in unnecessary trials Crowds are wildly irrational I have no desire to submit myself Let me recoil from this society Contentment in solitude is my true wealth Like this: Like Loading...
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I don’t need all that chaos
I’m content with simple taste
Up early in the morning
To ensure the day isn’t a waste
A prayer, a pen & a book
Foundations to a solid grin
Society can’t take it from me
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“If you look for perfection, you’ll never be content.”
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