An Idea Not So New Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Everyday a new quote.
Everyday a new boat, with a new place to sail.
It is not enough to just be part of something.
You must stay current to the times.
Or your voice will get deluded in muck.
The stain of the past.
Why does it not matter?
Why does it have to be hip to make it through?
Even refreshed and reinvigorated.
To the other side with all the other like minded parasites.
A mirror that bends and moves as you do.
Is it a constant mockery of the way in which we live?
I cant help but think as my emotions are on the brink.
Another dead body floats on by in the dirtied water.
False commitments, false pretenses.
Is violence the only way in which we can actually communicate?
Is there no middle ground?
Just a single forum in which to kill those you do not even hate.
Mercy just does not take.
Breathless for the inhalers sake.
A factory for profit and not life necessities.
A problematic dysentery.
But not in the some would have us believe.
It is more of the mouth and mind.
With more and more ideas confined.
Locked in medium that will be admittedly not defined.
A spiritual embodiments substitute.
Touch, stand, kneel.
Still if we can't feel how can we considered any of it real.
An illusion in a paradigm shift that leaves society a little more miffed.
It's god unending gift.
Something fight for is at heart of our society's rift.
A single drifting grain must eventually have a place to land.
To become part the environment is reasonable demand.
Not to become the label or brand.
In which is only a misrepresented fan.
The joining of hands in ritual rite with great plans.
Love is accused, abused and used.
To further ones cause.
But the love of whom?
The few or the many?
Flipping another disenfranchised penny.
Either way it doesn't allow for any shades of grey.
So as every other day, I stand before you to pray for a different way.