Rule Two

Humanity creates art

From:

The Philosophy of Humanity

The basic principles to people dealing with other people.

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Alone at the end

Striking resemblance to a lonely day,

Got money to spare but no one to play,

No longer waiting for the friends that are late,

Feeling alone in my opinions in this big state.

The worlds seems smaller but we are alone,

Was it something wrong for which I must atone,

With every second that passes I hope it grows closer,

with time we are all reduced to a loner

Starting a New Life

Tangled masses of brandy wine branches,

With turbidity I smash my through,

Sullied with blood like a war of the clandestine,

I finally find my way to you,

As our gaze locks I see the oceans soft waves in your eyes,

But behind them a morbid blasphemy arises.

You can’t keep your mind from flowing,

As the smile washes from your face,

It’s as if a moral war is still going,

I try to put myself in your place,

Something bad has happened?

Could it be a kidnapping?

My ears open like the damns to a river,

I wait for your words to trickle forward,

They don’t come as I beckon the hither,

So instead you lead me towards,

A lava filled lake,

I can still hear the quakes,

What we had of a house is gone,

But we survived without moving beyond.

Our lives in disarray,

We have nothing left this day.

Time to renew,

As our new lives ensue.

The prickled porcupine of creating a life,

Wearing masks of blood and desperation,

Boldly fighting the beggar of strife,

As we finally turn on the light of incubation.

Can we succeed?

Where will this lead?

Sleep and Money

The seconds tick away,

Another wasted day,

I had fun,

But it is done,

I move forward anyway,

I try to make the sleepiness go away,

Why isn’t there more hours in the day,

Just a little extra time to play,

A moment to get on top,

A money fountain that never stops,

A way out of the rat race,

So I can time bringing beauty to this place.

We have to move forward a day,

Watching the sleep slip away,

Rushing to complete,

Or end up on the street.

Scraps are not enough

Sent from the skies they say,

Still no one there to play today.

You should be thankful they say,

Not enough to keep my belly full I say,

These dollars are hard earned as they fall from their pockets.

You can get to where I am if you just keep selling sockets.

Just let them tweak the system a bit up,

As my rights begin to tell me to shut up,

We are flakes you know,

Because we don’t have guns in tow,

But both sides are screwed,

Unless your eating solid gold food.

So open your eyes,

To greedy flies,

That live high in the sky,

And tell them why,

It is their time to cry.

Scraps are not enough

Sent from the skies they say,

Still no one there to play today.

You should be thankful they say,

Not enough to keep my belly full I say,

These dollars are hard earned as they fall from their pockets.

You can get to where I am if you just keep selling sockets.

Just let them tweak the system a bit up,

As my rights begin to tell me to shut up,

We are flakes you know,

Because we don’t have guns in tow,

But both sides are screwed,

Unless your eating solid gold food.

So open your eyes,

To greedy flies,

That live high in the sky,

And tell them why,

It is their time to cry.