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Singularity2011

When the bruises start to fade
So do the memories of the last decade
Sometimes I wish they'd pass faster
Others blast to fast to be passed us
I'd be mad if they didn't last us
But often once they left us
The past is better off in Kansas

If you read me, you see me
Then lead me and you'll feed me
Come free me
If you read me, you see me
Then lead me and believe me
Free me

"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."  -  Robert Frost

This loop repeats like history
We hear her beats and it hides misery
Its cause the lantern's broken 
We'll loose the pattern and forget our way
Don't run away from our father's ideology
Make the same mistakes
as the river takes shape

If you read me, you see me
Then lead me and you'll feed me
Come free me
If you read me, you see me
Then lead me and believe me
Free me

But the legacy lives on
Not of one person or family
But of our collective son
The daughter of love
And the passion that runs
It holds us as one

"This is no simple reform. It really is a revolution. Sex and race because they are easy and visible differences have been the primary ways of organizing human beings into superior and inferior groups and into the cheap labour in which this system still depends. We are talking about a society in which there will be no roles other than those chosen or those earned. We are really talking about humanism." - Gloria Steinem

This beauty riddles me
like the call from god is singing to me
I'm committed to admit it
just to afraid to commit to it
It's credence to stay beaten by 
Satan's demons when I 
believe in redeeming
and I'll meet the thieves of Eden

If I can't get to reliving
and think of the past
I'll be killing, but singing
of the future's mysteries
but the miseries of this fissure
inside me is erupting in words
Sung before me in passions
Full of hateful conclusions and allusions
What's harder?
Never dying but always moving further
or dying trying
Stepping closer
Never a step reaching closure

This beauty riddles me
like the call from god is singing to me
I'm committed to admit it
just to afraid to commit to it
It's credence to stay beaten by 
Satan's demons when I 
believe in redeeming
and I'll meet the thieves of Eden

But the legacy lives on
Not of one person or family
But of our collective son
The daughter of love
And the passion that runs
It holds us as one

Inspired by Buck 65, Deltron 3030, Shabazz Palaces, Chance the Rapper

History

Disconnected in the city, 
People mixing, people pretty
Walking dirty 
You'll find commercialized believing
I'm desperation seeking my love in the excuse of the lights
Glamour the clamour
Poison the well of honour 
As I step from the parody cast like fire 
Where consequence is left in the sea of constant fear to disbelieve, Contorting witnesses until victims lay in unity
Dismayed to find conformity 
Amongst those whose lives were ripped away,
Like animals cast away 
Until trust was a measure whose unites were just pay
In the fury of greed toss the nip and watch them play until it gives way to the tears of man's dependencies

I always try to begin in the right
I've got a righteous view or a technique to prescribe
So when I sway to the left, 
I try so hard not to fall
I know with the season starting that
I'll wind up in the middle of it all
It's the middle that I should be,
Its the balance that it brings to me
Tripping at the start is like chiselling against the grain  
and again its too late to recuperate.

My Years lost is like flayed grain
the education of any flawed thing
Hides in the arms of a fated change    
Its what haunts, what I've tried to race 
Its never worth a second thought
till the satisfaction of beginning again reaches an end
And I'm born again

I'm tired of hearing miscommunicated blatant statements
of the latent problems
Like the world's revolving on a gang of goblins
robbing from the future world conflicts
Its geopolitics
Their the mavericks of us all
but your powers in their hands

Its integrated
fated to find a date to fund the state
There's no way to sate this appetite
For more than power but to fight the fear 
to never lose a career
Its the endless jaw of furor
if you leave your life to fear
that shows the end is near

I'm tired of hearing miscommunicated ultimatums
of your personal relations
to the cultural populations
Like your ego representation
of a minor legislation
Where the power flexes
mounting on this outdated citation
its idealization
contorting factual information
Its a slew of calculations
to prosper wealthy Americans
Its better now to start the discourse how
We find the people now who will lead us in our current wow

Ezra Thexton