Original artwork by Bernard S. Barnes
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rebellion
Three
O tangled mess of hopes and fears abound
Inside these cardboard walls we all are trapped
And here, with blinded sight and deaf from sound
Within pathetic pantomimes en-wrapped
We wile away the tepid, sordid hours
Oases of ideal we try to find
But here, anon, we’re sucked of sacred powers
And left to drift, an empty, useless rind
Yet we stand for much greater means than these
Our fate is not to float away on air
O tangled mess – my people! – hear my pleasStand tall and show the world you’re worth their care
And maybe in the end we all may prove
Even us hopeless humans can improve
modern advertising in the head
we live in an age of constant bombardment
even when I take a piss there’s a sign on the urinal handle
ANIMAL NATION
whatever that means
before my face hangs a poster
THE ORCHID HIGHWAY PRESENTS DIRTY BLUE GROOVE
I realize that now, as for decades
funk, art, rebellion and the fringe
has and always will piss in the flower pot
and so it should
so I celebrate this as I pick up a pint
that I found on the tank of a toilet stall
and drink it down
cheers
and cheers to you, fellow space travelers
fuck it
lies and inconsistency
pigs are raising seas
backyard violation
stand upright to
take it in the ass
bending backward
forward, over
feel your flaming rectal smoulder
ride my
freedom, like a whore
feel the system spear my core
take this
hateful stone
away, and
starve the lusty
pigs of prey
follow the leader
like the wings of creation
you spread your mind and let me fly away
like the seeds of destruction
you grew to block my freedom
knock the wall down
see the pieces fall away
building bridges
see the other side
like a curious watcher
step aside when reality nears
like a fearful pilot
change courses to suit the passengers
what lies beneath the flower
breaking down reality
dragging out society
dreams of flower falacy
hoping for your dreams to be
waiting for the wall to crumble
pushing for a change to come
pulling us to follow forward
no recall of where we’re from
segregate the evil ones
separate from evil ways
operate within your shelter
oppose all the fools who stay
tug at heart-strings with conviction
hope the sheep will share your tears
change belief to parallel you
fight the cause to hide your fears
flowers bloom and see me as a snake
simple schism differing the path we take
we still love you, still love the way you kiss the sun
do not hate me, you are not the only one
who feels
who sees
who cares
I am not your enemy
fight back
creeping exit from the deep
syncopatic operation
speaking ’til the faces find you
blood-marked by your generation
hold your tongue
keep it inside
bring your voice down
realize the way
sink my jaw into the system
ripping it to scattered mem’ry
taking every power with me
going forth into the fray
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