My Ideals
BROKEN AGAIN by Dane G. Brigadier
Gone are the days of the blissful sun,
Long for the days where I thought your the one.
In my trials, theres always defeat.
Though it's not in me to lie, steal, or cheat.
Broken again are my dreams of glory
Again and again, it is the same story.
Pathetically rythmatic, though not in prose.
Pragmatic in my relentless pursuit. The path that I chose.
A swift gust of wind to open my chute.
The tales of yesteryear bring tales of decline,
Ever-exciting my cognicint mind.
Broken again my heart is for thine,
Broken again by the social decline.
A nation of millions, but none are at peace.
Breed the disease, and numbers decrease.
Broken again is the true test of time,
When rise will the masses for the word on decline.
Broken again is the family centrifuge.
Millions and millions despretly seek refuge.
Broken again are the thoughts of mine,
A truth, a valor, no just decline.
Gone are the days when his word was strong.
People act as God, just to live long.
When no ones around the world is at peace,
Poverty and crime, a steady increase.
Broken again are my thoughts of glory,
Again and again the same old story.
No way to change and nowhere to go...
Trust me,my friend. I've looked, high and low.
A neo societal fragmentation device,
Claims the lives and does not think twice.
Broken again is my heart with sorrow,
for today is a hightened foreshadowed tomorrow.
Depression I thank, the life of mine,
To a distorted, demented, world in DECLINE.
Written by "dane bramage" Dane G. Brigadier
Come home to see nothing has changed.
Adaptation makes the real seem estranged.
Nothing to look forward to, nowhere to go,
infantile perception was gone long ago.
Now to a life of perpetual strife.
Perceive how you may, does that make you right?
In a world of temptation and a life of pain,
through suffrage we lose, and struggle we gain.
My perception brings me not the least solace.
For what I want, does not understand.
There is more inside then simply a man.
Succession, a process, not an end, but a means.
Rising again to the occasion.
Intellectual stimulus brings great contemplation.
You don't understand, but, nor do I.
It's what's inside, I must find.
And when this enigma I finally meet,
Can make me or break me, eternal defeat.
The answer is there, but do you want to know?
The world you adore is the space you disparage.
Rising again to capacitate the truth,
We look all around, but, neglect to see.
The truth we strive for...
Is in you and me.
A world of perplexion, on the rapid decline.
Ever frustrates my contaminated mind.
False complacency in all I say and do, all that I ask for,
is For that one thing to be True.
What is that? You may say.
What ever you want to believe in today.
Some live for self and some for others
There is no wrong, follow your laurels.
This little poetic rhythmic in prose.
Will mean what you want, the direction that you chose.
For life lasts only a short while.
We all have to have our own unique style.
Truth is what we strive to see
We distain all the means, anestasized, blinded reprobate
What I look for, so far cannot find.
Got to burn all those bridges that I am leaving behind.
28 OCT 00
Written by bro' Kevin D. Brigadier
Why take the cookie when you can have the tray,
Why go out for dinner when it's you that pays,
Why take a bullet to save a friend pain,
Why you handed back the beer when it was passed your way,
Why you turned down sex when opportunity knocked,
The cause is your restriction,
It's your high standard,
A consequence of your moralic ambitions.
Sorry that a friend fucking cares!
Obviously you can't see that through the thick ass smoke that means so much more to you!
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