Values
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Nostalgia is the only thing we have left
A culture created for us to consume
could this be leading us to question
our own susceptibility to false rebellion?
Are we becoming true rebels instead?
Hot little sweetness
Oh! My goodness
Let's take a walk
And make meaning of every halt.
Come, let's be our bolt
In pattern and in action of any kind
Let's be blind.
Qatari rain falls only in the winter...
Hailstorm in Spring!With next of kin
Will make ya thinkDeeperProfound Thoughts more present -Homebound Ain't no more sound
Everything is valued
For what people say it’s worth
The roads are made of pavement
About as valuable as dirt
Anything can make a road
TRANSFORMATION
Transformation.
Where developmental stages cascade into adolescence.
It molds our countries, comunities, and our families.
Our values, transform our future.
The value of
Salt,
Gold,
Nickels,
Coppers,
Buck skin,
Cotton paper,
Shells
Should not be valued as much as
Love,
Family,
Friendship,
Trust,
Dear future self,
My journey began,
With a television show
I didn’t really know much
Such as to pitch a tent, eat outside, sleep outside
But, as I grow older and wiser I’ve learned
Decisions shape and change the way we grow,
But are the decisions we make truly ours?
Perhaps we are controlled by something greater than us.
Perhaps a construct such as morality,
I fall on my knees picking up my papers,
not wanting to lose another in case it’s important.
I am shoved back down this time hitting my head against the fountain.
Pitying myself and wondering what offense I made
We have the words to change the nation
Voice that will bring to life a whole new creation
Within us are our ideas, thoughts and feelings there lies in its own station
Bright things, young ring-
masters of their own fate, future king-
pins, holding together the fabric of the state with
false silver lining on dark clouds of the economy
false hope, blindness - they all lie, trying
God save us: everyone
We're a band of sinners living life on the run
Responsibility and morality ride hot on our tail
For freedom and happiness, we set sail
Speak now of your fallacies,
to you I will not judge.
Tell me all that concerns you
and to you I will listen.
You pull me down into the water
into the depths of Hell-
but these places I know familiar
Beauty is unreachable
Love is just a game
Lies become believable
Others thrive off of our pain
I was raised by Republicans, grew up with the Democrats,
Never had much, but I belong with aristocrats,
I want a lot of cars like Leno has,
Little fish in a big pond like a minnow has,
I am from cowboy hats, lumber and tools;
from Dawn soap and coconut shampoo.
I am from the sounds of country music blaring and Dad's chainsaw roaring.
I am from the smell of fresh cut grass;
All my life I have struggled
All of time I have fought
Every day a new battle
Every hour a new loss
I'm no soldier or fighter
Not a hero at all
Just a person imprisoned
In a mind not my own
A penny for your thoughts,
A nickel for your mind,
Worth much less than a gem found in a mine.
They value the mines more than the mind,
Diminishing its worth with the passage of time.
To own land for oneself-
To speak up for oneself-
To work for oneself-
Are they stooping this low?
Denying themselves this pride and integrity?
Do they not value this venerable treasure?
