A solitary plane flies over a house
where i reside
Proving to me still, the rest of the world will live
even if i die,
Business will resume normally, whether
i fight or fuck
or fly from all my problems, is it weakness
to need this solitude?
The sane people of this place, all
content to connect
Points A to B to X to the end of all
generations: Z?
The world will continue its revolutions
upon my untimely decay
The downtrodden will still cry in back alleys
fearing the long trip home
dark halls and sewer drip streets taunting
gaunt frames and emaciated minds
still they will scream if all i succeed into
is money and the great capitalist dollar
creed and mascot of the minoral elite oppressors.
i cannot claim any greatness, nor lay possession
to some ever reverberating footprint
left on the mind-asses of all people to come
and still to die, present now;
i can tho remain, abstinence from the hetero dollar
appeal, for all this crying pain i have
it would only be worsened were i to buy in
or sell out, neither being the worse, the latter
only meaning i had meaning once, the former being
i sought to cash in before i had the worth.
i ask not for anyone to follow, i only ask for all
people to realize the oceans will move, the titmouse
will chirp, the rich will stomp, and the poor cry
when i die, when you die, when we all die, til the greater
collection of man realizes hisself beyond material and physical dreams
When the mind is more than the dollar
the dollar devalued into oblivion and beyond
the only payment sought is the payment given
hand laid upon hand in a forever chain
of buddha posture serenity and charity,
the final mortal realization will be there
no delusion of a god, fed up and incompetent
pushing man to hate man and kill man and all
the living things, living only to perpetuate
the idea of money wealth and divine presentation
of this wealth, down with this god who will not
let the dead lie, he brings us only pain
in a short life, he wrenches the dead from the eternal
dirt nap, shakes the decrepit bone and sinew screaming
"you're not done yet,"
this spat is no digression from original point in case
god gives life to those blinded by his money-mind
scheme, he is the evil i see, she is all that is
proven wrong in cycles time and time and again in my head
we will die, IT will not be there, the world will move
do what you must and what you can.