Jake Cosmos Aller writes

The Shape of History

Once I too had ambition
I had the usual dreams of glory and grandeur
All I wanted to be was to be a great creative genius
Only I did not know
How to kiss ass creatively

Once I had dreams of greatness
I would be glorious and free
All would envy and admire
This man so noble and great
Now I am tied down in mirthless mire

Once I hustled
Once I took no shit from anyone
Once I wanted the universe

Now I am contented to shit
And refuse to bustle
Why bother anymore

In the gathering gloom
Of the foreseeable future

One thing is certain
I do not want a room

On the scrap heap of society
And yet that might be my fate

Le rêve (The Dream) -- Pierre Puvis de Chavannes

Jake Cosmos Aller writes

Strong Wine

One night

I was staring

In my wine glass

Deep in thought

When I saw

Something in my wine

That haunts me still

I saw in the bottom of the glass

Evil doers abandon evil

And became saints

I saw rich men give up

Their awesome greed

And poor people

Awarded dignity

And all men

Became brothers

All women

Became sisters

And war ended once and for all

And peace broke out

And hatred disappeared

And I stared

Into my glass wine

I drink the wine

Hoping the vision

Would infect me

And change the world

But alas the world

Remained the same

The evil doers came back

The rich continued to conspire

And the poor still remained poor

And the war continued on and on

So I drank my wine

And went to sleep

The Wino -- Edvard Munch

Jake Cosmos Aller writes

Dream 877 The Revolution Is Coming

A revolution is coming
I can feel it in my bones

A revolution is coming
And it will wipe out
The collapsing edifices
Of the American Empire

The masses are rising up
To throw off their chains
And demand justice

The masses are coming
For the masters of the universe
Their days are numbered
And they know it too

One day
The masses will rise up
Storm the citadels of power

Arresting the corrupt leaders
In the name of revolutionary justice

Stringing them up
Executing them
One by one

As the revolutionary fires
Consume the nation

And I can’t wait
For the revolution
Is long over due

Until I met the end
Of my life

Still wondering what it all meant

Lincoln Memorial -- Vladimir Manyuhin