A Meditation On Hal Niedzviecki

This one is truly tough,
For't speaks to soci'ty,
Not whether the left has become fascist,
Or fears controversy,

Certainly if one wishes no offence,
There's two needs that I see,
First that the speaker has good intentions,
Then, th'list'ner must believe his amity,

Wait, there's more to it than just those factors,
Such a world must exist,
Either as an ideal or what we want,
Where there's no prejudice,

Not one doubter,
T'upset the apple cart,
Either we're all in for the perfect world,
Or we should chalk any such thoughts to art.

Do What You Love

It's really not that hard,
To know where you stand,
What you love and what you love to do,
All very easy to understand,

It's the forces trying to thwart you,
And I'm not talking about society,
It's often cited as an oppressive force,
But it is often what you want it to be,

Or rather, you can work it how you want,
Which may mean compromising others,
To do what you were meant to,
Maybe 'not that hard' is really 'harder'.

Because there is more than you,
We live in a community,
And we have to figure how to live,
While surviving reality.

Rebooting

You have to sometimes return,
To what you know best,
As a form of self improvement,
To support your confidentlessness,

And to remind yourself of who you are,
And what you should be doing,
Except for needing to make enough,
To support your family,

Because it's not always true,
You can't always do what you love,
Because not everything is valued by others,
Enough to give you enough.

So it's alright,
Go away to reboot,
If you have enough put away,
Or vacation days coming to you.

How To Make A Difference

I wish I could be everything,
I would like to be,
But this world will not allow it,
And it's not society,

As much as I would like it to be,
It's something to do with,
The physical impossibility of,
Self replication, to wit,

The power to create more time than there is,
Because no accomplishment comes without,
More than half your waking hours,
If you're really devout.

And it's alright,
If you'd rather trudge along with hundreds of dreams,
And get joy from jumping little hurdles,
That lead to nothing.

Going Along

Some people won't take no for an answer,
In their daily life,
And though not all of them are successful,
They are geniuses in their own right,

Defying logic, against all odds,
They know that there is no right or wrong,
When making a decision for one's own good,
You must be truthful and strong,

Or inhuman, which is really to say,
Accepting of what you are told,
There is who and what you should be,
Regardless of what your heart knows.

And it's alright,
If you are of the latter bent,
There're so many obstacles to overcome,
It's surprising everyone isn't.

Modern Revolution

With the way that we are brainwashed,
Are the days of revolution gone?
I don't mean revolutions of the mind,
I mean the violent ones.

For those who turn to violence,
When frustration makes them turn,
Away from the life they've been given,
What will they have learned,

Is the origin of a new world?
When, wouldn't it be grand,
That instead of tearing down what exists,
We all learn to understand,

That to be alright,
It doesn't matter the form of the government,
It's about the universal good intentions,
Of its constituents?

Chomsky's Society

You can't just remove the veil,
That shows you the world,
As it is shown to you by society,
For that would be cruel,

Because there is nothing you can do,
Without the unveiling of those,
Billions others living with you,
And no one wants to know,

The way history is painted for us,
To maintain the status quo,
Emerson was right,
To say that history shouldn't be known,

To be alright,
And live how you were born to live,
Not following the rules of the past,
But finding joy in what you have to give.

Doing What You Want

If at first you don't succeed,
You have a choice to make:
Try, try again,
Or reevaluate,

What it is you're trying to do,
Because it just might not be,
Suited to who you are,
Or your capacity,

And if you know you still want to,
Do it, no matter what,
Just make sure you can survive in this world,
Without that notch,

Because, though it would be alright,
If we could be what we want to be,
That's sometimes not an option,
In this economic reality.

Bastiat 1848

The premise that people are selfish,
And take from others to relieve themselves,
And so Government will never work,
Reveals a lack of mental health,

And the notion that what people want,
Is less tax for more service,
Belies the experience of northern states,
That the UN rates as top of the list,

And the thought that not by pooling what we have,
We can get anywhere as a human race,
Makes my heart bleed for the inevitable ones,
Who naturally can't keep up the pace,

Needed to be alright,
Regardless of the system in which we live.
There will always be haves and have-nots,
With some to receive and some to give.

Human Nature

It may just take a tweak,
To get things back on track,
Especially if you consider,
What others lack,

Which is time in their lives,
Whether real or imagined,
Whether under tyrant,
Or market engines,

There are a lot of demands,
From everyone around,
Because everyone around,
Wants their pound.

That's right,
Human Nature is such,
That we're all selfish,
When push comes to shove.

Democracy At Work

When a leader represents,
Something you don't like,
But is still the person in charge,
Of the societal parts of your life,

And he only has a couple years,
To do what he is able to,
Before he's held accountable again,
Here is what you do:

Talk to others and read about,
The types of leadership you might like,
And start to tell others once you've made a choice,
What's best for your life,

And it's alright,
If you want to start to canvass,
That's everyone's right in a democracy,
To change others' opinions.

Muerte a la Revolución!

Do we need government?
I'm starting to wonder.
For don't corporations run the world anyway,
So that government's just a part,

Of the illusion that we have power?
But where does the power lie?
I'd like to say in the hands of the people,
But I'm not that type of guy.

I'm the type of guy to think that someone,
Somewhere has the type of juice,
That allows him to do anything that he wants,
Regardless of who he might abuse.

But it's alright,
I've got less problems than most,
Not living in a Corporate Democracy,
So I raise my glass to all with a toast.

Unfounded Accusations

There is nothing stopping you,
From doing what you'd like,
Until someone decides to stop you,
From doing what you like,

Because there are somethings you should not do,
Like hurt anyone,
Or incite others to do the same,
Or engage in elucidation,

On the rights of everyone,
To do what they'd like,
That doesn't hurt anyone else,
'Cause then there'd need to be more might,

To stop that freedom, alright?
Because there's more at stake here,
Than just your right to experience life.
There's the corporations that you hold so dear.

Changes

When you really want to change,
You never will,
Because you don't know who you are, yet,
And need to interfere,

With the way you choose to see the world,
As your own, and not someone else's,
And you have complete control,
No matter what society says.

Sure, you may be on a train,
That you hope stays on the tracks,
But what you do and where you look,
Is not a matter of chance.

Then it will be alright,
You'll finally get it right,
And know it's not about changing yourself.
Then you'll see the light.

Why We Supress Ourselves

Sometimes imagining another life,
Better than your own,
In which you're doing what brings you joy,
With nothing that you owe,

With nothing but encouragement,
For everything that you do,
And accolades and peace and love all around,
Flowing into you,

Can be enough to get you through the day,
And society's banking on that,
For there's no room for everyone to succeed,
And still suppress humanity's nack,

To be alright,
Nay, to be supberb,
And build towers right up to heaven.
Though, why it thinks that way, I am not sure.

Head and Shoulders Above

There is so much written,
About everything,
To have what you think actually read,
It must be compelling,

And findable, which is why,
People try such schemes,
As you've never before,
Seen.

And what's the implications,
Of putting yourself out there,
And never being heard?
I guess, it's not fair,

But it's alright,
You're not alone,
You're among billions of others,
In the same silence cone.

The New Socialism

Money has no more power,
Once you take it into you,
And it is no longer external,
But more akin to who,

You are, just as is your crabbiness,
Or penchant for caviar.
Once we're valued by the value we have,
Then we can go a bit farther,

And put that value right in a chip,
Right into our skin,
And redistribute value equally,
Among the population.

Of the world, alright?
Yes, I'm talking socialism,
But with new way to redistribute wealth,
With a new technological bent.

No Revolution Is A Line Of Flight

Just because thousands of people,
Think they feel the same way,
And as they march together,
Are unified in what they say,

Does that mean, when it is all over,
And they are told that they won,
They will continue along the same path,
And behave as one,

Or will they start to enjoy the freedom,
That they were fighting for,
Exercising their rights as individuals,
Living in their own world?

Well, we've seen this before, right?
Every revolution,
Must be organized, in order to destroy,
The current organization.

Society's Ultimate Goal Is Not Our Comfort

There is always a moment,
Between doing nothing and something,
Filled with anxiety for what's to come,
And angst for the passing,

Of what your life should be,
Because that is everyone's goal,
And the reason for doing anything,
At all.

But this moment will pass,
And miraculously,
Doing something will actually feel good,
Because then you will see,

That you're alright,
And can get by, if need be,
Because we are all expected to pull our weight,
Regardless of our technology.

The New Socialism

There are never more problems,
Just different ones,
With each change that you effect,
But it's all about rotation,

So that each person involved,
In the world that you make,
Has his share of good times and bad,
For perspective's sake,

Until eventually perspective,
Says, "the problems're always there",
And it becomes about simply living,
Instead of getting one's fair share.

Not that it's alright,
That there are haves and have-nots,
But maybe everyone should get a turn,
To have whatever they want.