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Against the [illegible] of one of our descendants, we live forever in the wind...
All The World
12.25.2012
Sound and wind and pain and taste
Bright colors, grins pulled from shell shocked face
For nothing would I injure another
I'll die a martyr, a savior
Give me each ounce of Malala Yousafzai's pain
Take a quarter of Gabby Douglas' celebration
Give it to Lindsay Lohan, let her know we love her
I can see it in Britney Spears' eyes
Five years without fashion, pop, celebrity
More is skinnier, neon decorating starved lives
Pain, God, this pain buried beneath
Everyone's autistic or diagnosed "crazy"
Skating lifetimes spraypainted with a smile
We hurt. We can't bury that. It's impossible
To bury every single thing not expecting
Sinkhole or growths
Aurora, they say it's all there in his eyes
Staring out. But what have those eyes
Been staring at - for decades
At us. This place created by us
Trying to pick brains that have snapped
From pain, like blaming deranged clockwork
Inundated with rain
It's all the same emotion, the same
Hurt holding each one, one and the same
Pointing fingers, spilled mascara, chalk outlines
Palms, Botox, rights, bicycle heroes gone
Doping, shooting, military recruiters recruiting
Jobless by design. Texaco needs soldiers.
I miss you, world, but you continue cruelty.
Blood is heartless in vein shortened with Starbucks
Just a stage, actors standing ten seconds
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