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Anti-AmericanAnti-American
We work beneath the sun,
our sweat feeds the soil,
our hands pull up wealth
while our tired blood boils.
 
We work for them,
on hands and knees for them,
coming from a land
that dares not question them.
And they dare call us anti-American?
 
We live without question,
but fear drags us down.
We are just as much a part,
but we are still torn to the ground.
 
We sing the pursuit of happiness,
but their satisfaction is lorded over us.
Our lips are tied, our shackles tightened,
and in tears we cry.
And they dare call us anti-American?
Like The (Insert Here)Like the BBC
That's not the news for me
Like the Catholic Church
Makes me want to search
Like Federal Government
No need to be hesitant
Like Benghazi
It is Crazy
Like the NRA
That is not okay
Like the IRS
Conservatives need a test?
Like the press tapping
Why is this happening?
Like Watergate
Paranoia and hate
Like Newtown
What is going down?
Like Obama-care
Public option is not there
Like polarization of Washington
Change was what we were hoping
Like the liberals
Why do you create walls?
Like the conservatives
Why do you lack objectives?
Like the American Dream
It isn't want it seems
I present you with a picture.I present you with a picture.
I want you to take a look.

It's two hands interlocked if you didn't know.
Two hands embracing each other.

Take a closer look.
Get in real close.

They are just two hands right?
Two hands among millions, billions even.

No one would look at this picture and say,
'That's wrong'

Maybe if the hands were coloured differently.
Someone would complain, some racist out there.

But I wouldn't and I know most others wouldn't either.
But that's a shame it's not everyone.

Lets zoom out shall we?
Take in the whole picture.

It's two men.
Or two women.

Do you still think 'it's okay'?
Honestly tell me.

Some would say it's
Inside This IpodINSIDE THIS IPOD

INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC, MUSIC YOU THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHED, YOU MIGHT LIKE THIS MUSIC BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT

INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS PICTURES, PICTURES THAT ARE HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHING, YOU MIGHT REMEMBER THEM BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, YOU MIGHT LIKE THEM AND YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT

THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC AND PICTURES IT HAS GAMES AND INTERNET, BUT IT DOES NOT HAVE FEELINGS, IT DOES NOT CARE WHAT YOU WANT BUT IT WILL GET IT IF IT HAS IT, IT DOES NOT KNOW YOU OR WHA
Fellow WorkerRitual bloodletting
Suicide us all
For your failures, your mistakes
Will cost us all
Solidarity will save us
Only if you're brave enough
Fellow Worker
OppressorsWe tell you how to speak
We tell you how to walk
We tell you how to streak
We tell you how to talk

We want you to listen
And Obey
We want you to think
This way

You are free
To answer to we
You are special
But not nearly crucial

We don't want your respect
We demand it
We don't ask you to be perfect
We command it

Your choice is our will
Resist, and we kill.
The StageYour life is a play,
And you are the lead;
So don your mask
And let the show begin.

Don't forget your lines.
Follow the script.
There's no room for improvisation here.

Play your part well.
Don't let your mask slip.
Nobody cares who you are under there.

Lie through your teeth.
We all do it;
We must.
Learn quick,
Learn well;
There's no one here you can trust.

When the curtains rise
We all hide,
Lest they see our true souls.
And the audience,
They will love us,
As long as we stick to our roles.

The world is the stage,
And your life tonight's amusement;
Son don your lies,
Hide your self deep within.
My other SoulEvery view trough the Window,
reminds me that I am caged inside my own reality,
lost in a false heaven, cause my soul isn´t here.
We are two parts of one soul,
forever bound in our heart.

Every view in the Mirror,
shows me who i realy are as i see my soul behind my eyes.
I am you, little me, you are me.
More than just a Human, not better,
just different.
Why am I apolitical.If you don't want shit to start to stink, don't poke it - especially if you don't have a clue about how to get rid of the stench afterwards.

And I don't.
Women's RightsThe convention was held by the falls
Onlookers wondered why all the dolls
For the future they sought was all and all
For the rest of men and women kind and hate's downfall
Kuenstliches Komasie wachen niemals auf

das blockierte System vegetiert
in sich verschlossen

keine Anschläge auf Milliardäre
deren nahrungstoxische Fabriken
passive Zombies züchten

Klimakollaps und Betonwüsten
im Sinne
der Unter-Gangs-Propheten
auf das Versprochene beten

wieviel Profit
wird diese Not entwerfen
weitere zweitausend Jahre vom Monde
eine Welt zu erpressen?

niemand will kämpfen
- bloß warnen -

Verständnis
ist das Massengrab der Blinden
die niemals heraus finden

selbstoperierende Zellen
gegen Kartelle
die unter Obama ihre Lobby
im Senat verdoppeln

seht ihre Taten
und glaubt nicht bezahlten Worten

...
die Farben des Ozeans sind menschlich
d
Cosplay ArgumentsPeople debate cosplay stuff.
Post it all over the internet.
Especially tumblr.
Get upset about the things others say…
About cosplaying.
But it’s just cosplaying.
So just enjoy it.
And ignore ignorant people
Who like to pretend they’re better than you.
Because the less you pay attention to them,
The better you are.
These debates……….
Are why I hate the internet.

reblogged from my tumblr: philosophyofpatton.tumblr.com
WWII PoemAs we travel I miss my home
We could go anywhere even rome
My family sitting around all day
Hoping ill come home some day
As we wait and watch the fight
I can't believe someone thinks this is right
The canons fire and the rifles shoot
Meanwhile trees are ripped up from the root
Half of the army is on LSD
The government is testing how can this be.
This is not physical anymore
Psychological warfare is coming even more.
When I return to my home one day
My friends and family will yell out hooray!
Changing InnocenceA beautiful day in the park it was
everyone gathered with kisses and hugs.
With little Alice asleep on the daisies,
dreaming herself into a crazy.
In her dream so many folks
told her how she ought to spoke
or wear her hair or dress or shoes,
Little Alice became confused.
GROW BIG, shrink small, do not exist at all.
So young and naive was Caroll's girl,
but thankfully she awoke in a swirl,
it was all a dream, and surrounded still
by those who loved, without ill will.
But Caroll's girl does no exist,
and here comes the unfortunate twist;
Though little Alice has no being,
we live in a world of the most unfeeling,
of hearts and worms and money-r
AmericaFlesh rots due to negligence,
Laziness and fear to blame

The souls of men that died scream beyond the grave
The child that once was has grown rotten
Thus rises the mark of the beast
Thus rises the new Power
Billowing in a cloud of unwatchfulness,
The egg is hatching

I have seen the underbelly of the beast
It has lay birth to a new Evil
The mother has long pushed boundaries
Men will come to pick off its young
And she will spill blood to protect it

The earth will shake in two will break

Destruction is upon us

Men,
Rise again!
The beast must be put down!
Through the ages,
It was your blood that brought back balance!

We call to you to save
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Water into wine
Shivers down the spine
The last unicorn
We'll never mourn
The lone guard on that wall
Watching while empires fall
Blisters on the sun
Ordered to never fire his gun
Color blind by choice
Speaking as one voice
You are an acoustic guitar
In an electric world
:icongordoallan:
Another one from Iraq, I was a Medic hence the "ordered to never fire his gun"
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