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Description
Metroscape

Our society works like a set of gears
In it some are over bearing, and some are small
Sometimes the work of many is turned back by just one
One off time piece that corrupts the whole system
And naught but delusion holds the machine together
A corrupted cog discredits the prosperous deception
And an economic system falls apart
Our own decisions are tearing us apart
We need someone to fill in the gaps

We all think we are planning
The democratic mass is in control
But Media is the influence that alters the mass
The mass is influenced and thus controlled
The influence is in turn trying to please the masses
And we go round and round like a set of gears
Falling into darkness
We can’t control ourselves
We can’t control others
If only we could map the sky

The world machine is now broken
Many gears have rusted and are dust
The Media embellishes this defeat
The economy is crashing from panic
How much pressure until it all collapses
What can be made from the pieces of a self destructive machine

The pieces that succumb to disease
When people on the verge of pandemic
From infection that spreads it wings
And casts its shadow of death over us
Just another faceless threat
That rears its empty face against us
Just another numbing enemy
To feed upon our fear

We will stand amongst our broken nation
For those who stand will be those who remain
We will be those who carry on
Despite the hardship, pain, and sorrow
Despite broken promises and lost dreams
Despite the wars and the diseases
Despite all that the world throws at us

We will rebuild, remold, and recreate
We will never look back, never be the same
We will build better, stronger, and smarter
We will repair the broken
We will purge the corrupt
We will replace the rusted
We will restart the machine
We will make this Metroscape superior to what it was before.
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Okay so heres the 4th piece in the nature mechanics series. This one is one of my family's favorites (4 out of every 5 reatives uses it as their computer background when Im around ^__^) I like this one a lot too, this one was the breakthrough point where I started adding a whole lot of meaning into every bit of the piece. Pretty much all of this is symbolism in one form or another, like so many pieces of a puzzle placed in exact order. Anyway I feel like sharing a few of those things now.

This is the fourth piece of the series, as such the largest gear meets the corner of the building in a position close to what 4 oclock is on a standard clock. Also there are 4 buildings in this. And 4 mainly visible large gears.

All the tiny gears in between the big gears represent the struggle between ordinary people and big corporations. Look at our economy, A few of the big gear corporations made bad decisions that suddenly effects all the work and lives of thousands of Americans.One big gear could easily crush all of those little gears between its spokes. But if the little gears are gone, there is nothing to support the large gears and the system collapses.

The gridwork sky and the line in the poem "If only we could map the sky" are wishful thinking born from my frustration with lack of control. I generally work hard to do what I can in life, but things rarely go as planned. Human nature always wants control, but something always goes wrong. Situations form and disapate as unpredicatably the weather in the sky. The only thing we can do is be as prepared as possible knowing that everything changes in time.

Ok last note, I know the poem is alot different from the last, this one I felt worked best in irregular prose at the time I wrote it, its not pretty or rhymed since society is hardly a beautiful thing. Despite this there is hope that shines in the end that we can build a better future if we carry on despite our present hardships.

Description
Metroscape

Our society works like a set of gears
In it some are over bearing, and some are small
Sometimes the work of many is turned back by just one
One off time piece that corrupts the whole system
And naught but delusion holds the machine together
A corrupted cog discredits the prosperous deception
And an economic system falls apart
Our own decisions are tearing us apart
We need someone to fill in the gaps

We all think we are planning
The democratic mass is in control
But Media is the influence that alters the mass
The mass is influenced and thus controlled
The influence is in turn trying to please the masses
And we go round and round like a set of gears
Falling into darkness
We can’t control ourselves
We can’t control others
If only we could map the sky

The world machine is now broken
Many gears have rusted and are dust
The Media embellishes this defeat
The economy is crashing from panic
How much pressure until it all collapses
What can be made from the pieces of a self destructive machine

The pieces that succumb to disease
When people on the verge of pandemic
From infection that spreads it wings
And casts its shadow of death over us
Just another faceless threat
That rears its empty face against us
Just another numbing enemy
To feed upon our fear

We will stand amongst our broken nation
For those who stand will be those who remain
We will be those who carry on
Despite the hardship, pain, and sorrow
Despite broken promises and lost dreams
Despite the wars and the diseases
Despite all that the world throws at us

We will rebuild, remold, and recreate
We will never look back, never be the same
We will build better, stronger, and smarter
We will repair the broken
We will purge the corrupt
We will replace the rusted
We will restart the machine
We will make this Metroscape superior to what it was before.
___________________________________________

Okay so heres the 4th piece in the nature mechanics series. This one is one of my family's favorites (4 out of every 5 reatives uses it as their computer background when Im around ^__^) I like this one a lot too, this one was the breakthrough point where I started adding a whole lot of meaning into every bit of the piece. Pretty much all of this is symbolism in one form or another, like so many pieces of a puzzle placed in exact order. Anyway I feel like sharing a few of those things now.

This is the fourth piece of the series, as such the largest gear meets the corner of the building in a position close to what 4 oclock is on a standard clock. Also there are 4 buildings in this. And 4 mainly visible large gears.

All the tiny gears in between the big gears represent the struggle between ordinary people and big corporations. Look at our economy, A few of the big gear corporations made bad decisions that suddenly effects all the work and lives of thousands of Americans.One big gear could easily crush all of those little gears between its spokes. But if the little gears are gone, there is nothing to support the large gears and the system collapses.

The gridwork sky and the line in the poem "If only we could map the sky" are wishful thinking born from my frustration with lack of control. I generally work hard to do what I can in life, but things rarely go as planned. Human nature always wants control, but something always goes wrong. Situations form and disapate as unpredicatably the weather in the sky. The only thing we can do is be as prepared as possible knowing that everything changes in time.

Ok last note, I know the poem is alot different from the last, this one I felt worked best in irregular prose at the time I wrote it, its not pretty or rhymed since society is hardly a beautiful thing. Despite this there is hope that shines in the end that we can build a better future if we carry on despite our present hardships.