What keeps dreams flying
as high as a kite
in the darkness of night
when the heart is heaviest
and the light of objectivity loses its fight
to the wrong that overwhelms
the delicate principles of Right?
Philosophical perturbations
controversial gender relations
and neighboring nations
quarreling over the rising prices of gas.
When will it pass, a time when wars and political pettiness
are forever left in the past?
Religion is immaculate.
It’s tenets won’t be disproved
Something special happens as the masses are emotionally-moved
It’s astounding and great—but wait!
If you believe the man with the weave, and an ace up his sleeve,
then run-of-the-mill faith is not for you.
But for the few
that prefer a jest or a joke
to coke and cigarette smoke
do like I do and examine what is truth.
Explore everything
like some curious youth.
Super psychic scintillations
wrap my brain in sense vibrations
I quiver and vigilantly listen to the cosmic echoes.
Only He knows why the great orb glows,
why our feet smell, and runneth our nose?
Be on the sideline of time
Evil is a needle
that makes pincushions of slumbering minds.
Illusion, conformity, homogenous normality
frustration of self.
Constant sense-gratification becomes inspiration mutilation,
mind-conditioning, big-dollar fishing,
all bad for your spiritual health.
Your attention is focused for the time being
Humans sifting the sands for granules of meaning.
A beach of confusion about removing pollution,
the global warming solution or despair
that we may never realize cold fusion
Our mind-mining shall percolate answers as rare as Kopi Luwak,
An unusual kind of coffee made after the palm civet shats.
Why anyone would pay $35 for a single cup is beyond me
With that money, why not feed a hungry family?
One meal.
Its hard to feel what the Third-World feels,
that starvation is present.
That starvation is real.
Let’s examine a parable as life is comparable
To nothing.
so one can’t relate the hate of the irate
in a long welfare line, an unbearable wait.
but cacti and crickets will still have their debates.
Destiny floats like a boat on a vast sea of hope
But there is filth in this world.
Emptiness haunts the heathens
when they reach the end of their rope.
I know there’s a monster behind the hand
that pushes all the celebrity dope.
We ride the titanic, but don’t panic,
Let’s walk the plank together before it sinks.
Into the froth inclined,
supine beneath the brine
where blue whales still dine
we’ll swim with them before we drive them extinct.
We are creatures with unusual features:
the ability to destroy or create.
We’re guided by passion, ambition, we have a mission:
A vision to eradicate hate.
Life is a test, I consider us blessed
And we all have someone to thank
that we are alive and extant.
But many are lost in the frenetic attainment of cash,
They thirst for it, work for it, burst for it
While they do, the hidden meaning for living gets caught in the throat
and on the amassing of possessions, most people choke.
Before they know how nice are the real flavors of life,
before they open their eyes, its too late
because Death’s hearse has already arrived.
as high as a kite
in the darkness of night
when the heart is heaviest
and the light of objectivity loses its fight
to the wrong that overwhelms
the delicate principles of Right?
Philosophical perturbations
controversial gender relations
and neighboring nations
quarreling over the rising prices of gas.
When will it pass, a time when wars and political pettiness
are forever left in the past?
Religion is immaculate.
It’s tenets won’t be disproved
Something special happens as the masses are emotionally-moved
It’s astounding and great—but wait!
If you believe the man with the weave, and an ace up his sleeve,
then run-of-the-mill faith is not for you.
But for the few
that prefer a jest or a joke
to coke and cigarette smoke
do like I do and examine what is truth.
Explore everything
like some curious youth.
Super psychic scintillations
wrap my brain in sense vibrations
I quiver and vigilantly listen to the cosmic echoes.
Only He knows why the great orb glows,
why our feet smell, and runneth our nose?
Be on the sideline of time
Evil is a needle
that makes pincushions of slumbering minds.
Illusion, conformity, homogenous normality
frustration of self.
Constant sense-gratification becomes inspiration mutilation,
mind-conditioning, big-dollar fishing,
all bad for your spiritual health.
Your attention is focused for the time being
Humans sifting the sands for granules of meaning.
A beach of confusion about removing pollution,
the global warming solution or despair
that we may never realize cold fusion
Our mind-mining shall percolate answers as rare as Kopi Luwak,
An unusual kind of coffee made after the palm civet shats.
Why anyone would pay $35 for a single cup is beyond me
With that money, why not feed a hungry family?
One meal.
Its hard to feel what the Third-World feels,
that starvation is present.
That starvation is real.
Let’s examine a parable as life is comparable
To nothing.
so one can’t relate the hate of the irate
in a long welfare line, an unbearable wait.
but cacti and crickets will still have their debates.
Destiny floats like a boat on a vast sea of hope
But there is filth in this world.
Emptiness haunts the heathens
when they reach the end of their rope.
I know there’s a monster behind the hand
that pushes all the celebrity dope.
We ride the titanic, but don’t panic,
Let’s walk the plank together before it sinks.
Into the froth inclined,
supine beneath the brine
where blue whales still dine
we’ll swim with them before we drive them extinct.
We are creatures with unusual features:
the ability to destroy or create.
We’re guided by passion, ambition, we have a mission:
A vision to eradicate hate.
Life is a test, I consider us blessed
And we all have someone to thank
that we are alive and extant.
But many are lost in the frenetic attainment of cash,
They thirst for it, work for it, burst for it
While they do, the hidden meaning for living gets caught in the throat
and on the amassing of possessions, most people choke.
Before they know how nice are the real flavors of life,
before they open their eyes, its too late
because Death’s hearse has already arrived.
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