reality mirrors

The Mind of My Generation
Mind Flow.
Conscience Convergence.
Mutual Mind Meld.


Telepathic Television.


All-Knowing Cable.
Mind Reading Networks.
World controlled by them.
Minds controlled by T.V.


Broadcasted,
Transmitted,
Beamed.

Telepathic T.V. in the comfort of your home.


Read your mind,
While you watch,
Television.
Brainwash.
Boob-Tube.
Telepathic Terminator.


It
Something cold.
Hard as Ice.
As I'm told.
It's not so nice.

Slick as honey,
Smooth as silk.
Isn't it funny,
It's in my milk.


Red and Blue,
White as my eyes.
It should be true,
Not some lies.


It's,
well....
I can't really tell.
I thought you knew!


Switch Number Seven
Switch Number Seven!
Quick death,
And transport to heaven.


Gased to death,
The punchline to a cruel joke.
Classic entertainment,
For a group of bloodthirsty maniacs.


Pain and agony overwhelms,
A life so dear, lost so quick.
Such a precious thing as life,
Used so pitifully and wastefully.


Oh dear Mr. Nazi,
How does your machine of death work?
"Why step inside and see for yourself,"
(And never see the rest of your life.)


Oh dear Mr. Hitler,
Why is it me that you hate?
"You're the easiest to control,"
(Besides I need the practice.)


Switch Number Seven!
Quick death,
And transport to heaven.


Adolf Hitler's Driving
Adolf Hitler's driving,
A fancy foreign 4X4.
Looking for victims,
Going door to door.


Mr. Hitler's doing sixty,
Down a one-way street.
In the wrong direction,
Hitting all he meets.


Mr. Hitler's causing panic
The highways under his rule.
Man's magnificent modern invention,
To him is only a massacring tool.


Mr. Hitler, how long can you do it?
Creating so much anguish.
All the bodies to bury,
All the fires to extinguish.


Adolf Hitler's driving,
His wicked machine.
The damage he's caused,
Is the worst to be seen.


World Leaders
Men of Power
Losing control,
Ruling from their pockets
And not from their souls.


Lordly dictators
And greedy officials,
Their governments
Are just superficial.


Proud Mr. President
Distinguished Prime Minister,
You think you're holy
But you're really very sinister.


Conceited Mr. Chairman
How arrogant you are,
You think everything's yours
Including all of the stars.


People of persuasion
Controllers of the future,
Between good and evil
Are you trying to make a suture?


Men of power
Corrupt as ever,
The fate of the world
At the touch of a lever.


Good Ol ' Democracy
Communism Declining,
Freedom spreading!


Mass-produced,
Ready to wear,
Economy size,
Biodegradeably packaged,
Peace and equality.
Is signed,
Sealed,
And ready to deliver!


Ms. Liberty
Her body;
I lusted over it,
I fought over it,
I suffered over it,
I died over it.


Oh, beautiful Ms. Liberty,
Your copper shine,
Drove me into a fury,
Which killed me,
And thousands of other
Young American men.


Daddy
the old, crumbling face:
the reflection
in the dusty mirror.
it is a face
of worn dignity,
and fading respect.
on that mirror,
reflects the world.


time is captured upon it,
and images in it.
and his weary eyes
look out,
without public emotions.
in his eyes,
the world is judged,
and the bounties
distributed.
his silent decision
becomes law
to those who cannot
tear themselves away
from his shine.
they live
with one eye turned back,
glancing for a decision:
that sign of respect.


the respect
of those faded,
fatherly eyes,
controls destinies,
and dictates lives.


Evolutionary Aspirations
flowers
sprinkling their petals
across the soil
that is clutching at their feet.
the beckoning of the masses:
of seeds
aspiring to grow,
ants
dreaming of climbing,
and bees
fantasizing of tasting.


will the overwhelming interest
in the once shy flower,
cause it to aspire
to reach greater heights?
will it become tired of its life,
and wish for legs like man,
to get up and walk away?
will it desire fingers
to plug its ears,
to block out the pleas?
with so much attention,
will a flower be content
to remain a flower?


Mirror Drops
a tear
out of love,
pain,
and fear.
as it slides,
drips,
and falls,
I wish
that someone was there
to catch them all.
these drops
which fall from my heart
are from the blood
that was spilt
from the death of emotions.
and as you watch
as a puddle forms at my feet,
look closely
as it forms the shape
of a broken heart,
with your face upon it.

The Mind of My Generation
Mind Flow.
Conscience Convergence.
Mutual Mind Meld.


Telepathic Television.


All-Knowing Cable.
Mind Reading Networks.
World controlled by them.
Minds controlled by T.V.


Broadcasted,
Transmitted,
Beamed.

Telepathic T.V. in the comfort of your home.


Read your mind,
While you watch,
Television.
Brainwash.
Boob-Tube.
Telepathic Terminator.


It
Something cold.
Hard as Ice.
As I'm told.
It's not so nice.

Slick as honey,
Smooth as silk.
Isn't it funny,
It's in my milk.


Red and Blue,
White as my eyes.
It should be true,
Not some lies.


It's,
well....
I can't really tell.
I thought you knew!


Switch Number Seven
Switch Number Seven!
Quick death,
And transport to heaven.


Gased to death,
The punchline to a cruel joke.
Classic entertainment,
For a group of bloodthirsty maniacs.


Pain and agony overwhelms,
A life so dear, lost so quick.
Such a precious thing as life,
Used so pitifully and wastefully.


Oh dear Mr. Nazi,
How does your machine of death work?
"Why step inside and see for yourself,"
(And never see the rest of your life.)


Oh dear Mr. Hitler,
Why is it me that you hate?
"You're the easiest to control,"
(Besides I need the practice.)


Switch Number Seven!
Quick death,
And transport to heaven.


Adolf Hitler's Driving
Adolf Hitler's driving,
A fancy foreign 4X4.
Looking for victims,
Going door to door.


Mr. Hitler's doing sixty,
Down a one-way street.
In the wrong direction,
Hitting all he meets.


Mr. Hitler's causing panic
The highways under his rule.
Man's magnificent modern invention,
To him is only a massacring tool.


Mr. Hitler, how long can you do it?
Creating so much anguish.
All the bodies to bury,
All the fires to extinguish.


Adolf Hitler's driving,
His wicked machine.
The damage he's caused,
Is the worst to be seen.


World Leaders
Men of Power
Losing control,
Ruling from their pockets
And not from their souls.


Lordly dictators
And greedy officials,
Their governments
Are just superficial.


Proud Mr. President
Distinguished Prime Minister,
You think you're holy
But you're really very sinister.


Conceited Mr. Chairman
How arrogant you are,
You think everything's yours
Including all of the stars.


People of persuasion
Controllers of the future,
Between good and evil
Are you trying to make a suture?


Men of power
Corrupt as ever,
The fate of the world
At the touch of a lever.


Good Ol ' Democracy
Communism Declining,
Freedom spreading!


Mass-produced,
Ready to wear,
Economy size,
Biodegradeably packaged,
Peace and equality.
Is signed,
Sealed,
And ready to deliver!


Ms. Liberty
Her body;
I lusted over it,
I fought over it,
I suffered over it,
I died over it.


Oh, beautiful Ms. Liberty,
Your copper shine,
Drove me into a fury,
Which killed me,
And thousands of other
Young American men.


Daddy
the old, crumbling face:
the reflection
in the dusty mirror.
it is a face
of worn dignity,
and fading respect.
on that mirror,
reflects the world.


time is captured upon it,
and images in it.
and his weary eyes
look out,
without public emotions.
in his eyes,
the world is judged,
and the bounties
distributed.
his silent decision
becomes law
to those who cannot
tear themselves away
from his shine.
they live
with one eye turned back,
glancing for a decision:
that sign of respect.


the respect
of those faded,
fatherly eyes,
controls destinies,
and dictates lives.


Evolutionary Aspirations
flowers
sprinkling their petals
across the soil
that is clutching at their feet.
the beckoning of the masses:
of seeds
aspiring to grow,
ants
dreaming of climbing,
and bees
fantasizing of tasting.


will the overwhelming interest
in the once shy flower,
cause it to aspire
to reach greater heights?
will it become tired of its life,
and wish for legs like man,
to get up and walk away?
will it desire fingers
to plug its ears,
to block out the pleas?
with so much attention,
will a flower be content
to remain a flower?


Mirror Drops
a tear
out of love,
pain,
and fear.
as it slides,
drips,
and falls,
I wish
that someone was there
to catch them all.
these drops
which fall from my heart
are from the blood
that was spilt
from the death of emotions.
and as you watch
as a puddle forms at my feet,
look closely
as it forms the shape
of a broken heart,
with your face upon it.

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