and what is life
but merely an assumption
of those who seem best acredited
and are their references suited
to implicate the lives of general mankind
or just the artisocracy of a society
to enforce laws which
given the proper amount of capita
one need not abide
and thus is the politics of a life

and what is love
but merely an internal feeling
bleeding of the heart, soul, and mind
through which you lose yourself
a thousand times
and if the self is lost in that, which is love,
can it really be considered such
as love is, in itself,
the accumulation of two seperate selfs
to make one.
one communion. one love.
yet divded by unique differences
good and bad, with free will we do accept
those perfections and flaws
receiving them both with awe
as we would receive our own self
this is our own beloved
and thus is the politics of love

and what is faith
but merely a desire
a desire to feel we are not alone
implicated by societal control
a repremanding father figure
a grounding to eternal damnation
if one ceases to abide
by a simple book of lies
passed off as truth
truth is but a matter of
the pen in which we write
if I wanted I could compose
my own religion tonight
and there would be some who believe
perhaps you, even,
could be mislead by I
as were the men who walked before me
who's ignorance we've never ceased to escape
and thus is the politics of a faith

and I use the word politics, freely
because this is what it means to me
"the dirty little secret,
you're not supposed to see."