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Moral

by

Becky Miller

The moral unoffendable, The moral indefensible.
Bad for the thrill of it in a world where everything is great...including your personal problems. Slave to this state of unconsciousness.
Free to believe your free as long as you don't tell anyone your secrets. What the hell! Tell it for cash and become someone else on the outside. It's not that waking up is hard, but more the why when there's so much stimulation and television infiltration to rebreed a new world of morons, unable to see from here to the corner and the exit to hell into a cobblestone years away that takes one step back long enough to see a more interesting, diverse, adverse, inverse path to take three steps forward along.
Sucks to be a victim unless you're auditioning your life for Jerry.
What the hell! We're all victims except me ... in my paradise.

Why

by

Becky Miller

Robin turned boron and flown home , leaves burning red and yellow ,today my path always that of one to roam.
I've stayed too long and maybe said my say. It's the fall of the world and fall for me.
Wonder at the world in a winter sweat. Why is a question on a desserted sea.
But when the chips go down , better not bet!
The game is rigged , but the outcome is a trick. The show is invisible to the self consumed. I see it all like a candle with a short wick that can't burn it's own end , but it's winking is assumed.
I hear the truth , like an old song playing but my mouth won't say the words , today , to ears that have no need for my saying.
But it's an easy game , Everyone's entered the game. But no one knows the score.
Denial ia a wonderous phenomenom.

The journey is everything.

Shh! ... Listen

by

Becky Miller

Whispers that fill my ears in the middle of caffeine dreams speeding through my eyes without a chance to feel ...
or know the why.
The world all living in anarchy under the thumb of corporate lobby ,
but the valors are unable to decide in a contest of beauty between three ugly , ugly ...
ugly contenders.
The unsatible with hands raised high in a lifetime of hopelessness and the good blind in both eyes.
There must be hope out there , somewhere's ?
I might say that I toss and turn ,
but I hate lie with one arm asleep and the brians documentary movie keeping such pace with the world's reality.
Sleeping , smoking , and dreaming of a world without me,
but I still can see.
The oxymorons are overloading the mental system.
Where is the capitalism I have grown to love and respect?
Oh Yeah ! I keeep fprgetting.
I'm not the targeted audience and I can't be distorted into that homely state.
Thank you God for wake and paradise

I Don't

by

Becky Miller

I don't go to funerals...
I hate to see those better off than me
I don't go to weddings...
I hate to see those who have run out of options
I don't drive a car anywhere...
Power corrupts absolutely
I just light up a smoke so I don't...
Wear out my usefulness
I just work everyday...
So I can see the show of the world
Drink another beer and remember all the tears I cried for him ,
To think I was every that fool...
Join me in a prayer for the living...
Who haven't found life