Eros
Liberate Atlas and give his triceps a break
He's done enough squats with the continents as weight
Let Sisyphus rest after carrying the stone
Charge him pro bono and let all his crimes be atoned
Give Echo surgery so she can say hello
Instead of always speaking as a repetitive cello
Absolve Prometheus as supper for the vultures
Men should never wrought with the knowledge they aspire
But for Euros I remit all pardons towards
His contributions have brought love equal to wars
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What Does An Electron Think About Ethics?
What does an electron think about ethics?
When it's socially antisymmetric
And refusing to work with its brothers
Including anyone charged positronic
Perhaps its works best at long distance
With good friends named protons and neutrons
To provide a strong working dynamic
In respect to magnetic connections
Maybe if you respect personal space
It will fire to the right applied wire
Ballancing the positive and negative
Under duress to occupational hazards
What does an electron think about ethics?
On and off depending the currents
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Deadly Whispers
Insidious vapours hang
Pressure cookers in the air
Weaved by an arachnids tongue
Telling tales with satin truths
It's in the cafe killer's drink
Sentences with "I heard..."
Depicting facts for their concoctions
Until their elementary denouncements
Sometimes it is the wind
Hitting repute like a knife
From a cold war armistice
Leaving short change on a life
Small talk doesn't leave scars
Just craters for caricatures
For what is said in subdued tones
Can lead to passive violence
Yes it is a syndrome of sociopaths
The mark of deadly whispers
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Dust
Uninvited guests draw between
The cavernous fissures of the sheets Materializing without a due notice
Around paperback novels on the shelves
Cobwebs assemble on the drapes
Building audiences between the sills
As silent armies erupt out of focus
Like the remnants of a ghost town
Particles disperse through the air
As thousands of escaping dead tears
Looking to squat for another dry surface
To evade the blows of the vacuum
The mummified snow disappears
As a new aura rises with zeal
My bedroom forgets entropies profit
But I slowly rise into the dust
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Happy People
Don't you hate.
That awkward silence
As if there's an odor
And you're bad bacon
It's when people talk
And laugh with care
And you sit and watch
Glancing a dare
Then you speak
To break the ice
But their expressions
Makes you feel sliced
You try so hard
By telling jokes
But embarrased smirks
Just say you're broke
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An Amazing Life
If Death give me a choice
on the matter of my end
I would not vouches for hesitance
The matter for due process:
A heart attack is quick
but not good for remembrance
A noose is well wrought
Alas it could fall on a poor knot
Perhaps a cutting of a vein
Yet a mess it leaves poor relations
Downing's always easy
Though cold waters leave flu
A jump from a height
Will make one unattractive
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Wish
I wish I could fly so that I could hide
I wish I could laugh and not cry
I wish I believed to be the best lier to buy
Then I could be succesful at showing that I'm climbing by
I wish I could care without drawing pain
I wish I could sleep, so that I knew peace
I wish to be a man who could fight
Instead of being hurt for always trying to do right
I wish I could feel what is called love
I wish I could be quick on the resolve
I wish I could see the man from above
And understand the things that others can see
But I know its a wish that I'll never believe
For in the end isn't wishing just fantasy?
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The Princess in the Tower
You want me to say you're the most important thing
When both of us realize it's a meaningless subject
For if I were Icarus and flew on wings into your heart
It would result in your harangues that Im smothering your space
And I would be left contemplating while sailing head long to cliffs
While you pursue another suitor for the pain that is your tryst
Looking for knights whose armours grime with tarnished veneer
And asking him the question which you desperately want resolved
But you'll never find the satisfaction of the happiness of two
When what you really want is sadness to be the princess in the tower
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The World is Fair
Unemployed engineers have to eat on food stamps
Sidney Crosby has received eight figure pay cheques
The man who drives a Taxi is a licensed Doctor
Yet fame comes to a girl whose family owns the Hilton
Harvard doctors struggle to find a cure for Aids
While Apple pays Billions to procure commercial fees
There are people who live off of thrift shop clothes
But manicured mothers can afford there poodles stoves
And for every person who condemns a women's clinic
There are twenty children starving for nutritional attention
The world is always fair, the world is always fair
Especially to those who never live their
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Tuesday Fell
Tuesday fell into the ocean
Exhaust pronounced with blackened fumes
Her scissors arms cut through the quarts
That vitrified the verdigris blooms
And while she swam the taxi watched
Falstaffian laugh from the pagoda view
It made her feel like Sundays ruin
Distilled in the platitudinous pews
Overwrought in prosaic charms
Her Romanesque features sad dilute
Coughed between the liquid mounds
Aqua, Cerulean and baby blue
Free sanctuary from the staplers
Scheduled manners in eunuch Suits
Slaves all free in the pawn machines
Weekday mornings to the AM dirge
Now she becomes her own collage
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