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it's the universal deceit

that leads truth tellers

into revolutionary roles

then there actions are silenced

by clandestine forces

powers that be hiding

deep within the folds

of governmental origami

some might ask

how patriotism fits

and is called into play

the song for freedom

fly the flag and tattoo the Constitution

on the red stripes symbolizing

the blood shed for freedom

not being conditional

but guaranteed as a god-given

right no matter how

or if you worship god

you can call god any name

it's universal deceit

that turns truth tellers into

revolutionaries protected by

and protecting their Constitution

and the rights that it guarantees

truth lies in the hearts

of all real patriots

who will pick up arms

to force the tyranny

somewhere else

in the guise of national security

the patriots rights start to fade

lies cover each other

until the truth is so fragmented

and scattered

it takes a true patriot to put it

all together and then that thought process

itself is nearly outlawed

freedom of speech

subject to what's being said...

ya snooze ya lose

would it matter if the dreams haunted the night

again and would anyone but him care

to roam deeper maybe it's impossible

to have friendship that has endured so much

some might say that something has got to give

back to his feet and someone else shouts

ya snooze ya lose

how that statement cuts deep

like the trust he has never earned

points when he could have used a little more time

but he has wasted so much already

why should he be given any extension

a cord trips him his feet got too tangled

and only now that blue is real

and he supposes this is how he is supposed to feel

the sting like alcohol on the face after a close shave

off all the mistakes and all he has are beautiful memories

the connection he has never shared with anyone

and with another wish although he shouldn't get one

he would give that wish away he owes it to someone

so much swimming beneath thick ice he may never breathe the same

suffocating in his own solitude his hermitage

has created the monster he battles nightly

now he scrambles because he knows the silence

soon may be eternal like the peace he strives for a way to force

himself through so he might breathe again

back to the beginning beauty standing eye to eye

hardwood floor reaching out the middle

two years worth of letters brought him to this spot

trapped under that ice

he used it to slide across all the turbulence

the ship has always survived the toughest storms

and now he has what he deserves

an under frozen water cell...

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under the fade of the days light

he constantly wonders what

surprises tomorrow might bring

what faces he will encounter

knowing he is still and unmoved

darkness creeps

like a cat

sneaking up on it's owner

hoping to play when there is nothing

to distract the mind momentarily

no matter how much thought

he has had today

money he has spent

or made this week

nothing can be concluded...

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the clock says four twenty

and he knows what that means

to some who might wait

until April but he started

at eight this morning

herbal asana

then yoga then shower

and the start of his day

the clock now says

his time is up

most would cower

having not moved far

outwardly on a beautiful day

his thoughts take advantage

of his time daily

if he minded he would

not allow it to go on

any longer but he does

answer your own question

don't ask him to explain

the perception

of who he might be

in narrow minded eyes

put on your glasses

(or take them off)

look at what your misjudgment

might have missed most might

think this rant is aimed at someone

and he won't deny it in a cold

empty restaurant alone...

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it might never cease

to amaze anyone

he could undoubtedly

write for twenty-four hours

straight providing

his hand holds up

he would not stop

no matter what anyone

might say or do

not disturb

someone surely sleeps

while the world watches

cannot be expected to understand

it all at once or individually

nothing concluded...

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how many times starting

with same words

springing forth with no real aim

hoping to hit something

will make itself apparent

over looked when last

grazed greener pastures

always seems to be

so far away how far will he move

for a piece of what

he knows to be deserving

credit for arriving with something

to say even if it is more

of the same random thought

running on and on

another day it might actually

make sense how long will

it rain before the sun breaks the clouds

into pieces again turning over

into walls can't move from the spot...