The Machine

This machine has a propensity for self annihilation.
Built on the precipice of civilization.
A delicate balancing act, always shifting in the wind,
The 19th century saw the growth of weights as pressure mounted
thousands fought thousands for the survival of a handful.
The 20th century left the balance slipping,
weapons never seen blinded the world.
The 21st century seems to spell doom.
As the scales bend and break under new pressures,
man vs nature,
nation vs self,
leader vs follower.

This machine has a propensity for beauty,
    hidden in its gears.
A world unknown, pressured by war, but protected from death.
No machine has brought more joy while killing so much.
This machine has a propensity to give up.

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Post Modern Enlightened

I've been stuck in a post-modern theorist ennui.
A world with anything that required nothing,
no motivating forces to push,
no love to fight for,
whats a rebellion against nothing?
whats a fight against the air?
Have I only been a fighter so I could fight
These lost feelings of a bygone age,
an age of pain and suffering,
where the elite can hope for something better.
Still theres violence across the world,
An invasion of Georgia that doesn't approach Atlanta
Millions dead in Africa,
Hundreds punshied in the Middle East
Revolutions that need to be over turned



The revolution will not happen,
there will be no televised violence,
no picket lines erupting,
deaths in the street will be minimal.
There will be a whimpering,
as the working class gets fatter,
the upper class richer,
and the middle class stops caring.
With so many problems,
so many options,
where does one begin?
To fix the middle east,
to end unemployment,
the death of the enviroment.
Karl Marx never saw union bosses,
colluding with corporate warlords.
Keynes never saw governments,
being led by idol winners.


Death is the prettiest part of life,
not in the dark gothic light.
Death is a promise of change.
A promise that no tyrant is immortal
was the most beautiful of gifts.
It means that everything is transient,
And puts a period at the end.
Gives a reason to fight,
even a reason to die.
Death gives life meaning.