scattered on whole

scattered lonely pieces, its all i've ever been.
my universe of reason and anarchistic whims.

with these misdirected gestures,
the mark is left clean as the days are wide.
for when one creates division
one forgets where to place one's pride.

illusion becomes the game on high,
fear is the guard of the lapse.
weapons, the cause and the cure for the war.
but can one revolt against a spiritual tax?

i understand the animosity against america,
and concern for the world at this time.
though what result can become of hate from afar,
while community's so estranged from within?

where is the generation of today to emerge
before the next to arise take the reins?
what is the point of breeding the bloggers
who bully the charm out of life?

the fun of interjection has diminished,
for no claim from the heart can get past.
the gandhis are struck down on their walk to the sea
every time violence is praised by the masses.

fear not or fear all
as the days roll on through.
be the change and escape
or be the cracker and the slave.

facing certain uncertainty to come,
the web to untangle is long.
worried to lose the jobs in the screens,
hollywood: now wrecking ball dumb.

los angeles: the stars and the angels.
angels who distract all my friends.
million dollar idols
and million dollar ass-holes.

district of columbus:
barbarous as it's name.
running around as if god's command,
as if they understood the land.

if we've admitted mistakes,
why still trample human rights?
seems as ever an iron fist on the world,
as the days of old and beyond.

luxury resources,
(olympus are we)
take the honor of killing
the bees and the trees.

god damn the government,
back on through to sumerian rule.
god damn the first sale beyond trade,
god damn hiding the phallus and womb.

god damn all of it backed by religion,
so lost from the spiritual core.
hypocrisy is easy for it buys time
until you die.
seems we are the lucky
left to answer for a long train of ancestral lies.

50 years of fighting for it,
and 49 too long.
kill another foreign land,
we'll write another song.

arms around brother's shoulder,
not around his neck.
let him breath not die of disease, in vain,
from radiation in the air.
the chance to care and speak our woes
is a right to be kept in all prayer.

solutions that lead to a world in peace?
"daft. juvenile. it's not of the times.
endless couch-locked politics,
hey it's worth the 40 year office job."

god damn money.
god damn corporate minded greed.
god damn pills, creating weak-willed
neurotic voters.
we wouldn't need psychologists
if we only had each other,
on whole.