On a vacation from the norm,
the trip brings the memory
of a man just one year ago
with a dream set in a mind so vividly.
It was fresh and it was fun,
it was both exciting and new
as it was an idea he never before thought
and one he could proudly ride through.
He wanted to do something organized
that he never before could do,
something for which the outline was laid
and the inspiration for which was true.
The idea was there
with the drive seemingly following
with only his lack of confidence
being the factor that was slowing.
Nevertheless the man went on,
pushing forward with that unobtainable
in a time no completion seemed imminent
let alone even possible.
Fast forward to today
in the present time and circumstances
and the tables have mightily turned,
an outcome which, from the beginning, had slim chances,
but now all is nearly done
with hopes and dreams both reached and exceeded
with a long, daunting task of a goal
now the one that is so proudly completed.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Our Age of Pluralism
It doesn't matter.
They're all the same.
There's none at fault,
no one to blame.
None are wrong
as we're all right,
this their battle cry
in this, eternity's fight.
The lies so nice,
pushing acceptance
for all to be
welcome, even those restless.
It's good to feel
they can make all
feel so good
about their collective fall.
The peace does last
as long as we agree
until oppositions arise
and enter different pleas.
Then the truth comes,
the inner becoming outer
with "accepting" one's screams
of intolerance becoming louder.
The fear mongering flows
from the mouths of liars,
condemning the preaching
and damning the fires.
Eyes get wide
as pupils become red
with their pushed peace
replaced with war instead.
The thought some people
would tell others they're wrong
is unfathomable to the arrogant
who claim the odds too long
but in this age or pluralism
where the beggars are choosers
there have to be
both winners and losers
and the ones to reject
the truths the hateful condemn
are soon to find the falling
in these black hearts of men
as that claimed to be
a scare tactic of the fear-mongering pious
is the one ultimate truth
that will rightfully divide all of us.
They're all the same.
There's none at fault,
no one to blame.
None are wrong
as we're all right,
this their battle cry
in this, eternity's fight.
The lies so nice,
pushing acceptance
for all to be
welcome, even those restless.
It's good to feel
they can make all
feel so good
about their collective fall.
The peace does last
as long as we agree
until oppositions arise
and enter different pleas.
Then the truth comes,
the inner becoming outer
with "accepting" one's screams
of intolerance becoming louder.
The fear mongering flows
from the mouths of liars,
condemning the preaching
and damning the fires.
Eyes get wide
as pupils become red
with their pushed peace
replaced with war instead.
The thought some people
would tell others they're wrong
is unfathomable to the arrogant
who claim the odds too long
but in this age or pluralism
where the beggars are choosers
there have to be
both winners and losers
and the ones to reject
the truths the hateful condemn
are soon to find the falling
in these black hearts of men
as that claimed to be
a scare tactic of the fear-mongering pious
is the one ultimate truth
that will rightfully divide all of us.
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