Anti-zealotry…
I don’t blame belief…
But the believers…
And our deceivers…
Funded by whores who own the media…
Not only the corporate beasts…
But the social speech…
Shared through corner alleys and beats…
Brainwashed poisoned beings that preach…
Rhetoric that heats…
Sadly leads to lobotomies..
Drone beings who only believe one way…
All other paths bane…
Must maim…
While in same breath claim our path is supreme…
What has happened to humanity…?
When does life really begin…?
Are we even alive…?
Or are we just brains submerged in a type of brine…
Acting out electrical impulses…
Mesmerized by flashes…
Glimpses of light…
Lies fed directly into the mind…
Primed to become a new flock of sheep…
Is this how life was meant to be…!?
In fact you can count me among the sheep…
Trying my best to break free from these shackles held ever so tightly…
By beings I can’t even begin to conceive…
Powerful beings who believe they hold all the “keys” for how society should be…
Throughout their domain, must maintain order among the lower beings…
Lassoed like beasts burned with the burden of poverty
Grandstanding “monarchies” reborn as “freedom” parties…
“Guiding” poor people to prepaid…destinies…
For they fear the free…
Must instill in all a thought…
Live life wearily…
Perhaps we are hardwired to serve…
Perhaps belief in a Higher Being can be curse…
As we’re often forced to serve at the behest of debts…
Led by men whose greatest theft is of our minds…
Robbing us of the ability to think and live life freely…
While bombarding us with targeted imagery to create a culture of fear, greed, and need for more…
A need for their unholy rule of law…
While I try frantically to find some way to pause…
This game just won’t end…Can’t bend the laws that inhibit any free thought…
Forgot to read that part which claims that each birth has its own premade fate..
“Greenery”
{Meaningful}
Intro: Old style, but faithful…
The “Secret Life of Plants”
Why must most of us need to look up to the sky to be in awe and inspired to succeed…When right below our feet, the ground speaks…The roots of the trees communicate in a type of speech that can reach many more…yet we choose to ignore the tip-toes of the hairs on the roots that speak to the soil dwelling microbes that “fix” N2 to allow plants to grow…While the water that flows into the ground, absorbed through the roots, away from the view of the many who choose to ignore…The only part we play is to tear away a plant from its home…Often leaving nothing else to grow…the soil tears and turns dry, for the exchange of nutrients is essential to life…But the “precious lives” of the privelaged commands the death of plants and their caretakers that can’t fight back…This lack of respect reflects on our dark ways towards life…
If only we would understand…
This symphony of thoughts and dreams of a plant to grow, expand, and please the Lord in neverending grace…In a state of constant praise…
Praising The Creator who gives the power of sentience…Something we rarely mention…Perhaps the tension of the very idea that plants are more than just “alive” would finally make us realize not to take everything and waste for our own selfish gain…We couldn’t even breathe without these tinges of green that we now explain away as ours for the taking…Breaking the natural regenerative cycles…Unbridled disgrace that will be the undoing of the “human race” if the pace of this loss of life will not come to a halt…
This greenery…This natural scenery that The Creator placed on earth for us to to be amazed by His unimaginable grace…so why do we continue to take and disrespect the natural order of His plans…Just because we don’t understand the language of these now languishing plants…Doesn’t give us the right to harm them to no end…We must protect and preserve this earth and all the beings from the smallest microbe to the biggest tree… And all that lies in between the paths we carve…Let’s add to the world’s natural Art…Get inspired by the “Secret Lives of Plants” Hidden in plain sight…Till we look again…And realize and comprehend all these connections between all biota…We’re just a “chohta” piece of neverending puzzling lifecycle that breathes…Please…Let’s hope we now will breathe in harmony with all the the world’s beings…Eternal harmony…
Intro: Genetic engineering can be used for good and bad…
But I fear this ownership is terrible…
No mere mortal has the right to own any piece of human life…
Passions speak…
Of the right to be…
Be as thee…
Be as we wish to be…
Two piece make you and me…
More than just the sum of family trees…
But beyond the premade scripts…
We have destiny…
Supposedly supposed to be our own to make…
But too many times…”take” takes place of free will and faith…
That the fellow man won’t place his stake into a fellow soul…
Tear away what was once whole…
What was Hers…
Remake…
They remake semantics…
Misuse scarred tissues…
Abuse continues…
HeLa’s DNA…
They raped her on her slow painstaking way to the grave…
Cultured and cultured her tissues…
Leaving her whole family destitute…
No restitute…
Long before the youtube and 3 second media cues…
Her life story was mute…
However and forever truth shall remain truth…
Intro: One’s dreams…
Waking up most most mornings singing the blues…
Wondering how much one can lose…
And how much has been lost…
How little moments of time release these discouraging thoughts…
Thoughts claiming love is impossible to maintain…
Between me and all other beings…
Emanations…
My emotional tendacies sever me from what’s real…
My own reality is really a dream…
Believing she feels the same way for me…
When in reality she fears me…
My verbs speak love…
But my words speak far too much…
Words of love not meant to be shared with anyone…
I try to find a reason for why people react with almost disgust…
As if my words only mean lust…
They refuse to see the pure love behind the words I speak…
Trying to interpret my dreams in some revolting way…
But who am I to complain…?
The way I see and speak is shared only with me…
The dreams of this one in love shall stay…
As dreams…
For once they become real…
All begin to fear…
Fear me…
Forever Dream…
Silent Scholar 