Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: revolution

Unbearable Things Inevitably Fall

When the
status quo
is unbearable.

Serving it
becomes an act
of revolution.

Unbearable
things
inevitably fall.

Gravity
gets
its way.

Neither
nations
nor men
escape their
sins.

Though
they bear them
for a day.

Unbearable
things
inevitably fall.

Karma
gets
its way.

When
nations
and men
bear karma
and sin.

Serving them
becomes an act
of revolution.

Unbearable Status Quo

I write
bad poetry
and dream
of revolution.

While
laboring
for an
unbearable
status quo.

That enslaves
master and
servant alike.

A white collar
enforcer of
systematic
injustice.

I seditiously note
unbearable things
inevitably fall.

They locked my body
in a middle class cage
of unforgivable debts.

But my mind is free
to write bad poetry
and dream of revolution.

Breathe Free and Die in Comfort

We live
in servitude
to our past
and future
selves.

Enslaved by the
consequences
of our past
and anxiety
for our future.

Our past and future
tied irrevocably
to the present
with an abstraction
of value.

Time
is money
and our
lives collateral.

The debts
of youth
and concern
for old age
impoverish
our present.

We forfeit
our youth
and dreams
for hope.

Hope
that we will
one day
breathe free
and die in comfort.

Worlds Within Me

I have things to say,
Which words cannot convey.

Worlds within me,
Dancing,
Needing life,
I cannot breathe.

Life as it would be,
Could be,
Should be.

If I can but speak the words,
That embody the ideals,
Then I’ll save the world.

I need a mystic chant,
An alchemy of nouns,
Pronouns,
And agitating adjectives.

They found me,
I found them.

We need a rhythm,
A rhyme,
Something that sways.

A hypnotic chant,
A rousing speech,
A argument that cannot be denied.

I have things to say,
Which words cannot convey.

Worlds within me,
Dancing,
Needing life,
I cannot breathe.