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Poetry

Controlled Demolition

Everyone expects

      A bang!

           A surprise!

     Shock and chaos
        reflected in wide blue eyes

But falling in its own footprint

The detritus simply smokes

Blinding our eyes
                little surprise
      we can’t realize

The truth of the state
                 which we create

Too close we’ve come
        too far we’ve been
we now seek something in between

In degenerate times
    it is impossible to build purely

Follow the path out
         and do not rejoice in death

make good use of this little time left

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Poetry

Strings Attached

You can wish and
you can pray
you can hope for
a brighter day
you’ll see the gate to freedom
and you’ll always get halfway

but none of your wishes
will come true
you’ll never be
a real boy
until the strings 
they pull are taken ‘way

You may have skin
and you can dance
and once I think 
you crapped your pants
yet a puppet you will stay

until your strings 
are old and gray
you will remain
their easy prey
you’ll never wander
you’ll never stray
you’ll never wonder
you’ll never play

You’ll never be
a real boy