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Dreams Asleep
02:46
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What do you expect? When you ask me to put my dreams asleep? To drink my boiling blood and eat my children’s flesh?
It’s about time that we put the waiting on hold. I call for every living romantic to give up on their fucking love.
Let it all go. Let it all slip away. I have no patience for small talk liars and cold hearted sympathies.
Do. Or don’t.
But don’t fucking touch the last sense of compassion. I’m so fucking sick of these talks…
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Within Reach
01:53
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The whole world within reach, yet I barely know my neighbor
Eye to eye contact becomes outdated.
The whole world within reach, but I never felt so lonely
Disempowered to the point of grave cynicism
The whole world within reach, a fraying of social bonds
The whole world within reach, an erosion of solidarity.
A great loss of a sense
of accountability and/or responsibility.
The fucking world within reach the gallows rope around the neck of…
that very same world.
The whole world out of touch…
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Hope
02:59
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Today I’ve lost every last breath of hope. I coughed it up, spat it out. And it left me shaking with emptiness at first.
Anger fights it way up, pushes everything aside. Questions are replaced by demands.
Relief and fear got a hold of me. “What to do next? What to do now?” are burning questions I’m not willing (and able) to answer (yet).
Anger fights it way up, pushes everything aside. Questions are replaced by demands.
Realization.
Of how hope always pushed me down. Of how hope strangled today’s actions and promised vague futures. Of how hope traded all weapons for sorry excuses.
Hopelessly I reclaim my dreams, my control.
Today, I hope not. I do.
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I Walk Away
01:41
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I walk away, from a question I never asked
From an option I never wanted.
From a choice that is no choice.
In your eyes, I walk away
A red pencil, a piece of paper and choice to make
Between suit and tie hoodlums and greedy thiefs
“You can count on me, put your trust in me”
In your eyes, I walk away
From the biggest circus coming through town
All dressed up, ready for the show
Balloons, word acrobats and the essential clowns
(Thank you) for fucking nothing
We’ll be just fine, we’ll be okay, we’ll be just fine, we’ll be okay
Oh, if I could only burn it down and walk away
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Doing Nothing
03:48
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Doing nothing was not an option, doing nothing is not an option
After knowing what she knows now, there is no turning back
She realizes. (In that sense it is out of her control)
She’s never been much of a hero
She’s never been outspoken
Biting her nails, biting her bottomlip staring at the ground
She has made her decision.
She checks everything one more time,
Skipping no detail, looking at the plan one last time
Focused and full of adrenaline
Nervous and always uncertain
She says her old life goodbye
And runs into the night
The fence is cut
Run, run, run run and keep listening
Keep eyes open and keep silent
Everything in place, one last check
The job is done. And she runs into night…
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When the vulnerable are abused (raped/beaten) and killed
and we comprehend the wrong that is done
To act, to intervene, to defend the victim is not a plea for generosity
To demand justice becomes a duty
We will not limit our goal to reform
No easy way out, nor soften the blow
Like us, they are in this world
Like us, they are aware of this world
Like us, they are aware of what happens to them
And like us, they care of what happens to them
Nothing short of victory is a satisfying end
—an end defined as a revolutionary change
in the roots of oppression1.
Empty cages are the least of our demands
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