So, this is what freedom tastes like?
Greasy.
Alas, I prefer goulash.
(To be continued…)
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So, this is what freedom tastes like?
Greasy.
Alas, I prefer goulash.
(To be continued…)
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Big city, behind the façade,
social history gives a different portrayal,
human betrayals which money can’t hide…
Like scum and cream,
blood, dirt, anger, hurt
rise to the surface,
best and worst,
mediocrity and primal,
baseness.
Greed and freedom,
fear of exploitation,
conscription,
life wasted,
mob mentality rules…
Humanity burning,
out of and into control,
New York City cauldron.
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Somehow, now,
within me, the stars align,
and,
despite having no desire,
I agree.
Today, as a result, is decided,
but yesterday is still open to question,
depending upon what tomorrow brings
and who “wins”.
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Teetering, verge of break…
How many false Dmitris can we take?
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Sun shines,
rays through glass,
lives and objects fade.
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Do you really want to be buried?
Put in ground, consecrated today,
and desecrated tomorrow?
If not people,
then nature and gods,
lay waste, it would seem,
to Artemisia’s hubris.
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