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I Have the 21^st Century Blues In An 18^th Century World

Jeff Klepper

 Content is much like the abstract cathartic lies on television late at night

It makes us feel complacent and in a constant state of consumer plight

Make the world stop, and you will see just what there is outside in the dark

A correspondence of vacancy brought to us by a flood and a drifting ark

 

We care to seek just what we can never quite find but we choose the easiest qualifier

Than again man never held much levity in asking such prophetic questions so close to the fire

It is not as hot as it looks, the subsidiary explanations that they feed the populace cannot contain

The ferevent incarnations of the timid and arcane, it is a fever that even time cannot explain

 

It does not pay to think in this day in age, so when I sing “I have the 21^st century blues in an 18^th century world”. They will know progress is just as much as an illusion as the society we claim to be part of. Just remember when they ask you to fire your gun, just know when your blood runs cold and you are lying in it, don’t act so surprised.

 

Im Going To The Desert

Jeff Klepper

 The last time I wrote like this, this was when fiction was my better suit

Now I beg to differ, literacy has its own preoccupation with self indulgent pursuit

I never produced anything to fight my dissatisfaction with my lackluster art

Better yet I never would acknowledge my constant struggle with playing the part

 

Than again I was never one to defend constant indifference no matter the pressing matter

It just complicates the subtle lines of poetry I drop in everyday conversations in daily chatter

What else can I say, I live in a failed republic, a fictitious court in a treasonous world

If nothing is true what good does virtue do those who inhabit the real world?

 

Rhyme never complicated reason this much, not only does comprehension claim divinity it ignites the species own discontent—

 

Let us suggest our regret in little more than a lapse of judgment in a world we can no longer claim supremacy over any longer.

 

It is over, the cause is the effect so lost and now we must pay godlessness and its profound cost.

 

Acceptance is easier said than done, and we are no longer living under a fervent setting sun.

 

We can detect our own unhappiness within our constant proclamations of discord  within our everlasting search for the naiveté of the godly kingdom

 

Leaving Tucson is like leaving the sand, it will follow you to each and every land,

 and when you rest from this evolving mess you will reiterate it in verse and song forever long. It will cost you your soul and anything else you admit to knowing. It will be the end of what you consider freedom but then again you finally realize when you are older you were never free, Conditioning a soldier never meant you had to serve. It just wanted you to follow the program.