beauty and living and love
light pushes through the surface of pain
suffering remains plastered on my brain
so do refrain from the fragments of strife
these are the facts of life
tears from all to common heartbreaks
tethered heart strings
killing me
softly flowing through the skin of me
and still they criticize my sins
but Beauty and Living and Love grow from within
nourished by the lessons of suffering
keeping you humble
giving you knowledge of your calling
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Sunday, July 17
Six,7,8,Nine
Energy to clench fists
Read from sharply lined faces
I find your Isms revolting
Please, do point your hate the other way...
Read from sharply lined faces
I find your Isms revolting
Please, do point your hate the other way...
Those Who Lent Hands
Walking in the land of the living
I wonder if my reality is skewed
Whether I'm on the side where spirits go to die
Where people have lost faith in the humane
I think we picked the wrong religion
Buddha probably missed his turn to take a crack at humanity
Is there strength in having faith in souls?
Or is it more powerful to realize that we falter more than we rise?
Humans scare me with their conscious Isms that reek havoc on the world
Capitalism is an Ism
It's oppressive
Not at all lovely
Where are the heroes that can teach us consciousness?
Have they not awaken?
Are the still in training?
Have they been chosen?
Why do we know that the world is dying and aren't doing anything to stop it?
Capitalism keeps us from making necessary decisions
We know that cigarettes kill and cars pollute
But the "powers" that be won't stop production
We are too poisoned with the freewill to do what satisfies
We have the freedom to monopolize the Earth with our Toxic Love
Are we destined to fail?
Is that why there has been no intervention?
Are we driving ourselves into an extinction?
I think so...
Natural disasters occur at an unnatural rate
We are causing the earth's demise
Living things are dying...
Some apocalyptic monstrosity of an end of the world disaster
With only a small percentage of survivors that who FINALLY got the fucking message
A bleeding shame
And what will become of our spirits once the earth is destroyed?
What if she is linked to our own mortality?
What will become of those who lent hands to Her destruction?
I wonder if my reality is skewed
Whether I'm on the side where spirits go to die
Where people have lost faith in the humane
I think we picked the wrong religion
Buddha probably missed his turn to take a crack at humanity
Is there strength in having faith in souls?
Or is it more powerful to realize that we falter more than we rise?
Humans scare me with their conscious Isms that reek havoc on the world
Capitalism is an Ism
It's oppressive
Not at all lovely
Where are the heroes that can teach us consciousness?
Have they not awaken?
Are the still in training?
Have they been chosen?
Why do we know that the world is dying and aren't doing anything to stop it?
Capitalism keeps us from making necessary decisions
We know that cigarettes kill and cars pollute
But the "powers" that be won't stop production
We are too poisoned with the freewill to do what satisfies
We have the freedom to monopolize the Earth with our Toxic Love
Are we destined to fail?
Is that why there has been no intervention?
Are we driving ourselves into an extinction?
I think so...
Natural disasters occur at an unnatural rate
We are causing the earth's demise
Living things are dying...
Some apocalyptic monstrosity of an end of the world disaster
With only a small percentage of survivors that who FINALLY got the fucking message
A bleeding shame
And what will become of our spirits once the earth is destroyed?
What if she is linked to our own mortality?
What will become of those who lent hands to Her destruction?
Love.Grows.Bountiful
It takes moments to feel the love grow within me
No chaser, just the knowledge that heaven sent me to this Earth
Re-birthing fables once lost in the abyss of human stress
Parables bring us back to happiness
If we listen to the rhymes our ancestors have told
Keeping hope alive in courage written in bold
Colors dancing off the feet of my tribesmen
How many lives spent?
How much history is sent through the wormhole of a millennium?
I am older than you know
My spirit was here from the beginning
Creation taking form in a physical collision of flesh and blood
Souls run deep through time
Though time is a concept in heads conjoined by fear of the unknown
My soul is timeless
My love is at home in the strength of the ones gone before me
Still living on through energy
The blood coursing inside of me
Is a path destined to meet the source of the rhythm
Bump bump bump
Chest heaves in contemplation of sweet emergence
And love grows bountiful with innocence riddled with complexities of pain
No chaser, just the knowledge that heaven sent me to this Earth
Re-birthing fables once lost in the abyss of human stress
Parables bring us back to happiness
If we listen to the rhymes our ancestors have told
Keeping hope alive in courage written in bold
Colors dancing off the feet of my tribesmen
How many lives spent?
How much history is sent through the wormhole of a millennium?
I am older than you know
My spirit was here from the beginning
Creation taking form in a physical collision of flesh and blood
Souls run deep through time
Though time is a concept in heads conjoined by fear of the unknown
My soul is timeless
My love is at home in the strength of the ones gone before me
Still living on through energy
The blood coursing inside of me
Is a path destined to meet the source of the rhythm
Bump bump bump
Chest heaves in contemplation of sweet emergence
And love grows bountiful with innocence riddled with complexities of pain
Saturday, July 16
A Random Rambling
Indefinite gleams stream wonderfully into me
Intome controversial ideals seem estranged
I think only about the movements of the galaxy
Perpetuating the livelihood of ancestors
My predecessors
In succession times are blessing this Smith & Wesson of my brainscape
My escapes unharmed by the strays
So pull it
The trigger on my instrumental
An iridescent cataclysm
Catalyst on the horizon
Random supplies and stranger alibis
Fighting for the peace of the pie
Wanting your soul
And in control of the bold notions of the Old
Intome controversial ideals seem estranged
I think only about the movements of the galaxy
Perpetuating the livelihood of ancestors
My predecessors
In succession times are blessing this Smith & Wesson of my brainscape
My escapes unharmed by the strays
So pull it
The trigger on my instrumental
An iridescent cataclysm
Catalyst on the horizon
Random supplies and stranger alibis
Fighting for the peace of the pie
Wanting your soul
And in control of the bold notions of the Old
Spaced Out
Within this vast mind of mines of minds
I find too close for comfort something twitching in the very cerebellum
A Great Pulse
A Strengthening Vibrato
I am the masterpiece theatre of the mind
Where the Soul finds that mountains climb
Nimbus clouds reach levels untouched by sound
Sometimes it gets lonely here on higher ground
I find too close for comfort something twitching in the very cerebellum
A Great Pulse
A Strengthening Vibrato
I am the masterpiece theatre of the mind
Where the Soul finds that mountains climb
Nimbus clouds reach levels untouched by sound
Sometimes it gets lonely here on higher ground
Thursday, January 13
Friday, January 7
Wednesday, January 5
A Biologic Soliloquy
A Biologic Soliloquy...
whispering private mantras within
attempting to calm THE TEMPEST
Brooding over vessels waxing and waning
TRANSFORMING pain into more than implied notions of monthly coercions
whispering private mantras within
attempting to calm THE TEMPEST
Brooding over vessels waxing and waning
TRANSFORMING pain into more than implied notions of monthly coercions
Thursday, December 30
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