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Dallas Rogers
There are many who blame
And, in consequence, remain the same
As themselves and the last fool who made the claim.
Only to succeed in sustaining the same blood stained cause.
Another loss for the lost
And a round of applause
Congratulating themselves
For the problems unsolved.
Unresolved, yet still revolving
Around their ever constant need
To succeed by others' standards
Which double as anthems;
Chrysanthemum scented poisons
That moisten the lips of the voiceless.
Preparing to ride on the backs
Of dreams that were long ago dead.
Unfed to remain attractive
Kept in jars of formaldehyde in sororities.
Never realizing or even recognizing
The potential that was born to be.
We must form new dreams
In this swarming sea
And realize the dangers of conformity.
Or we'll be forced to remain
on the paths that they foresee.
Well, I see it too.
We are living in "united stagnation"
And it's not for me.
Don't plot for me.
I stopped to see
And there's no turning back
Or learning back
That which I have UNLEARNED.
The trail I'll blaze
Is burned in my retinas
By a searing flame
That will out remain the sun's angry blaze
And continue to put the paling moon on the wane.
Against the grain
Using no restraint
It should be clear as day:
I'd have it no other way.
The path's this way
To the un-convention.
Redirection is all it takes
To keep the forsaken safe.
To keep the blind from forsaking
Their misplaced ethics.
What we need is a prophet to lead
To foresee a creed
To supercede the greedy
And malfunctioning chaos.
One to save us into the hands of the righteous.
BUT WHO IS TRULY RIGHTEOUS?
The force that governs will not smite us
Or judge
But merely smudge,
the lines that divide.
So we realize that ALL coincide.
I'll be between the serene and the obscene
Because in the end:
God's checkbook will be balanced.
Dallas Rogers
There are many who blame
And, in consequence, remain the same
As themselves and the last fool who made the claim.
Only to succeed in sustaining the same blood stained cause.
Another loss for the lost
And a round of applause
Congratulating themselves
For the problems unsolved.
Unresolved, yet still revolving
Around their ever constant need
To succeed by others' standards
Which double as anthems;
Chrysanthemum scented poisons
That moisten the lips of the voiceless.
Preparing to ride on the backs
Of dreams that were long ago dead.
Unfed to remain attractive
Kept in jars of formaldehyde in sororities.
Never realizing or even recognizing
The potential that was born to be.
We must form new dreams
In this swarming sea
And realize the dangers of conformity.
Or we'll be forced to remain
on the paths that they foresee.
Well, I see it too.
We are living in "united stagnation"
And it's not for me.
Don't plot for me.
I stopped to see
And there's no turning back
Or learning back
That which I have UNLEARNED.
The trail I'll blaze
Is burned in my retinas
By a searing flame
That will out remain the sun's angry blaze
And continue to put the paling moon on the wane.
Against the grain
Using no restraint
It should be clear as day:
I'd have it no other way.
The path's this way
To the un-convention.
Redirection is all it takes
To keep the forsaken safe.
To keep the blind from forsaking
Their misplaced ethics.
What we need is a prophet to lead
To foresee a creed
To supercede the greedy
And malfunctioning chaos.
One to save us into the hands of the righteous.
BUT WHO IS TRULY RIGHTEOUS?
The force that governs will not smite us
Or judge
But merely smudge,
the lines that divide.
So we realize that ALL coincide.
I'll be between the serene and the obscene
Because in the end:
God's checkbook will be balanced.