Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It’s hard
Where does your empathy go
Beset on all sides
The beauty takes a turn for the worse
Coloring between the lines
Least of our concern
I am alive
And I wish none to suffer

Quantify an embrace
Feelings can be hard to come by
When it’s all news feeds and second hand atrocities
I’ve got no hate
Just hope for tomorrow
Shalom Merhaba

How long can we pretend?
The suffering is man made.
Hurricanes my take our homes
But it doesn’t tax our pain,
make it a political platform
Or deny us healthcare.
That is just a man
Who won’t answer your phone calls
Until he needs a donation
To represent you

Hard to say
When we have no idea
Signing in
And just doing
Kindergarten
Follow directions
Do as your told
Who made your dinner?

We are a small tribe
The universe speaks
Most don’t listen
It’s simple
Are we chosen?
No, we chose

Who wins when those who pay had no skin the game

Wondering why
My nightmares
Live within my dreams
When others are living it
Karma is a fun idea
Until it is you that has to pay it
For someone else

Slap to the face
Eat to survive

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See the leaves fall
Yet come again
Chance is an infinite thing
Chosen in each moment
The future calls to each of us
In our own way
Listen

Worker ant
Do and do
Happy life
You fit in
Tow the line
Say the right things
Get your dinner at night
Your allocated gruel
Its only taxed upon
The length of your life
Smile
You are on “Shit on your face Perpetually!”
Paid for by-You and Yours

Totalitarian vacation
It the tits!
They want you to see
Grandma is a patriot
And your uncle
He gives the best accepted handjobs
Best yet!
It’s all free
You work only to be acceptable

Pawn to pawn
As we are told
It’s a new car with no money down
Happy to enslave
I mean
fulfill myself
Cuz one day
I shall be free
As death comes
wether or not
you have a payment plan

Feeling the universe calling
But unable to facilitate
I’m wired but the signal is wavering
Where to begin?
The message didn’t say

The hurt connects us
As it separates
May those not responsible
Be spared more retribution
In this I place my hope