Nothing Is Sacred, All Is Forsaken

Yeah, this is one of those lyrical ones I warned you guys about.

Suffice it to say, it's fairly blunt with the message, and if you have read my Anubis Unit and other songs you can already second-guess what those messages are.

Do I mind?  Hell no.  Sometimes what you NEED is a tac hammer to the skull, get yer bell rung good and proper.  Maybe THEN you'll get pissed off enough to be proactive.

Take the fight to them, don't just bare throat and die.  Don't let them, the Powers That Be, the top-level executives who profit off of twisting laws and paying off political buddies, win by simply doing nothing.

You're just one person.  Taken individually, so are they.

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Nothing Is Sacred, All Is Forsaken

Your leaders have lied to you
Your faiths have all lied to you
Your friends all betray you
The television never told the truth

The government has lied to you
The companies have all lied to you
The beautiful all lie to you
The television never beheld the truth

The future stained, it lies to you
The dream has died, they lie to you
This dynasty under heaven
A house of cards
Waiting to fall

Future's wealth, it lies to you
The dream of the past, they lied to you
This dynasty under heaven
A burning husk
Wither and fall

The media newslets lie to you
Controlled streams of info, they lie to you
Carefully manufactured
The television now sells the truth

The charities you support have lied to you
The future is bleak, it's coming true
The dream has died, they all have lied
"Honest work, and honest pay"

The future stained, it lies to you
The dream has died, they lie to you
This dynasty under heaven
A house of cards
Waiting to fall

Future's wealth, it lies to you
The dream of the past, they lied to you
This dynasty under heaven
A burning husk
Wither and fall
The brass ring
This carrot on a stick
Destined to fall

The Glass Ceiling

So when I'm not working on Taboo 2 or workin' my ass off, I've been workin' these up in my state of delirium.  Just a whoooole lot of memories has surfaced while workin', and y'know what?


I ain't the only one who's been dealt an unfair hand in the land of blue-collar labor.


So I guess you can say I launched into more than a few of these pissed-off poems to get out, and my muse apparently approved of it.


So here's the first of 'em...hope ya like 'em all.


A couple of 'em are actually lyrical, spoken-word poetry, but you'll still get the point... 

To give you guys warning ahead of time, I've apparently used the references of bikes, walking, buses, and cars in two of 'em.  I'm just sayin'.

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The Glass Ceiling

What do you know of work?

Can you ever empathize with us on the ground level?
You up there, you executive types, you office types.
You look down at us during your lunch break, your coffee clutched within your manicured hands.

What do you know of work?

We walk.  We ride the bus.  We ride bicycles, sometimes used, most of them cheap, all of them breaking down.
You ride in nice cars.  Mostly new, some gently used, all of them working.

I can type fast, and without error.  I can file and answer the phone better than any of you.
So what's the difference?  What is that defining line between you and me?
Is it truly nepotism?  Is it that I don't know the right people, or have the right degree.

You make more than us, but we work harder.  We're here for twelve hours, you're here for six with a paid hour lunch.
Our half-hour lunches are unpaid, taken out of our hourly wage.

I am more qualified than any of you up there, and there are others who are as well, yet you look down on me.

On us.

I'd like to think there's some obvious moment, an obvious truth.
Do you truly think you're better than me?  Some of yours is down here too, working,
slaving
in the pit, here with me.

I have never risen to your level, yet there are so many of yours who have fallen to mine.

This isn't success.  This isn't what I want.
I have the certifications.  I have the qualifications.
But because of work history or looks, here is where I remain.

Watching as you watch us
Watching as you condescend to us
Watching as you enjoy us slaving away
And enjoying as I watch each and every last one of you fall.

Untitled 4

Don't ask, 'cuz I won't tell. <3
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I can hear it still, the fine music
The song of the day, as it plays
A song carved of sweet memory
And of bitterest cacao, this day
Sweetest balsamic, sweet as sin
And of the tea we drank that day
The tea she saw through, purest amber

I can hear it still, the sweet music
The cool, cold wind, yet never bitter
Only bittersweet, the sea air blowing
Blowing through our hair, her smile
Blowing through us, through our souls
And everything I wanted to tell her
Was right there, right there, glinting

I can hear it still, unforgettable
The music of her laughter that rang true
Of today, of today, always
And the taste of her lips, her flesh
The warmth of her close to me, in my arms
And of the sea, never cooling our ardor
But banked, always and ever smoldering