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DemocracyMy country is now an experimentDemocracy by ~The-Ranter
Policy makers fret over the outcome
To them it has to be a complete failure or a total success
The only predicted outcomes they considered
Gradients are not in the research method
When the data does not support the hypothesis
They throw the results out
Bury its worth in two sided arguments
Stifling the infinite colour pallet
Behind signs of red and blue
Signs protest the progress generations had fought for
We want less freedom
Religion should guide everything without question
Criticism is worth a splash acid
It must be yes or no
Absolutes over everything that is subjective
Blasphemy, the crime of history's yo
LevelThe most boring things in the world are flat and have no curve to them.Level by ~The-Ranter
Like skeletons
that are seen as models to others,
or the need for a flat space to park cars that fit five but are only driven by one.
I don't want level,
I don't need level.
I need hills and mountains,
cliffs and canyons.
Level is starvation,
curves is beautification.
Teaching the Preacher Give me Ten minutes with this brain-washer *cracks mental knuckles. I will unleash the universe against his infinitely tiny world view. I will shatter his foundation of absolutes, because good and evil is subjective and can never be proven. I will cause madness as his realization erupts that we are just a speck of dust in a massive cosmic pinball machine. He will weep and scream as all he holds to be solid is nothing but sand that more powerful men have built upon to control nations and empires.Teaching the Preacher by ~The-Ranter
Then I will pull him up and say, "Live, for being human by advancing an awareness of our fragility and our need to help each other, is enough. Let
Lying on the shoreThe image of her as she sleepsLying on the shore by ~The-Ranter
Small of her back
Valley of her spine
Where my fingers have walked
Leading to the tear drop hips, curved and perfect
Whispers for a gentle caress
Her long hair is dark waves
The breathing sounding like a gentle tide
She wakes, green eyes alight and focused
The storm washes over and I ride the tempest
Body broken but Nirvana found she kisses me gently
I smile and she heals me
Lips grazing scars
Skin that was numb can now feel
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