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We clad ourselves in colors as we march,

saluting independence through a foggy dream;

gazing at the night alight with flashes,

sparkles,

and firefly screams.



Rockets made in China, cascade/

to the backdrop of the Star Spangled Banner;

a flutter to the wind blown flags made in Brazil

and "I Love America Pins" upon our lapel;

(made in Mexico).



We stand on oceanfront (it’s owned by France)

gazing ‘pon the open sea,

the port is owned by Saudis/

but at least we stand here free.



Our hands steadfast upon our chest,

saluting whichever freedoms still remain,

those freedoms, their going fast;

and they’ll disappear one day.



We gaze into the abyss of night,

the twinkling tears that kiss our cheek,

immersing ourselves in awe of moment,

before it fades our dreams to sleep.



We stand enamored with this land,

the love that lurks within our hearts,

we celebrate this love/

...in part;



fore tomorrow, standing is banned.

Spiral in the night, explode;

and let me gaze upon your uselessness as I vomit near this grave;/

...this unmarked grave.



Alas but this is celebration,

celebrating one so free as to weep besides your dying mother, starving in the streets. To weep besides your dying father and your dying dreams.



Which is why we fire rockets to the sky,

to gaze upon them blindly as our freedoms pass us by.

To gaze upon owlishly and hoot upon their majesty;

we call it freedom;........



...yes.



...............The



.......................freedom



........................................to



...............................................die.

1.

Tear down a wall

...with a *tear*(sob)



The barrier stands no more

and we are free to flock together(galore).



2.

To walk the grassy marshes,

inline fall the walls./

replaced with budding seeds;

the planet has been freed.



So dew may fall again (drop)

And violet bloom begins;

until the heavens plum with flowers

cast their petals 'pon us all.



...And thus we sip the dew that falls (slurp).



3.

The inline walls collapse,

revealing world expanse,

where once we had a coffin,

there is now much room to dance

and dance with me oh partner,

for we now have much space

to gallop and cascade;

the open lands.

Caged,

I suckle 'pon the bars

of the steel shackled paws

in the zoo of shaven apes.



But you mustn't feed the apes.



Starved,

the rumbling quakes the ground,

the piercing pain abound,

in the zoo of shaven apes.



But you mustn't feed the apes.



Graven,

with disease, I plague

and beneath the stars I ache,

as my health gives out in pain

locked and caged

inside the zoo of shaven apes.



But you mustn't feed the apes



...or else you join them.





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Related to the personal entry: Illegal to Feed The Homeless.

Will angels breathe underwater, when

the fish die on the sand?

Tis underwater heaven;

barren is the ampersand.



The seas bleed tears of toxins

and the land bleeds tears of blood;

the only halos to be found;

lie in the entry point,

from which your corpse had sunk.



The mainland turns to desert, as

the sea becomes a grave;

the earth itself has turned undead,

a vacant shade of grey.



And urgent are the bubbles,

the oxygen tries to flee.

The chaos twas once beautiful,

now peaceful is the state of empty.



Tis not heaven, tis not hell;

tis not purgatory, or of such realm,

tis not living, no stories said

of the planet, whose life is dead.

COMMENTS

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Oceanne
05:07 Jun 15 2011

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I have nowhere to go, my friend. And as the sun arcs high in the mid morning glamor, I'll be still here standing.







Thank you for the sandwich, I shall ration it so it lasts, and the final crumb shall be tomorrow's dinner. Then as the moon arcs high in the eve of nothingness, I'll be still here standing.







Thank you for the coat, it keeps me warm but I wear it in the summer day fore lack of a place to put it. But even if I sweat like a hog and dehydrate, I'll be still here standing.











Thank you for the dollar, I appreciate the gesture. There's not much that I can buy with a dollar but at least you showed you care. Now as I contemplate my life's journey, I'll have a glint of hope as I'll be still here standing.

Asunder rain the tears of flame,

from sockets eyes no more.

Fore heaven weeps,

the secret keep

of human lores of war.



Inhuman is the voice combustion;

as the fleshy shell implodes,

it's righteous protest never known,

erased to ashes, so it goes.



fore tragedy is the commons,

exotic is the peace,

before the voiced complaint is uttered,

turned to ashes, silent screams.



Yet perpetual is the rain of flame,

the tears that join the clouds,

the only remnants left of freedom;

evaporate, ideals dissolve.



...Into history.

Burn my face, Apollo

fore I have done you wrong.

Unable to resend the fact.



The world doth forsaken,

the stars whose light be ageless;

twinkling, their wrinkling light.



Your light, it glows with fury;

glows with rage, twas emotion never tamed

like the source of all heat and fire,

you shall smite the avid liars,

the cheaters and the bankers;

the villains who provoked your might

and fed you poisoned carbon;

attempting to defuse your light.



However your rage simply grew,

it fumed, your fire swelled

and it's vengeance cast upon us.



Burning our faces off.