Thursday, September 27, 2012

People In The Dark, Lacking Soul and Heart

People in the dark
lacking soul and heart
bless vision upon you
may you see the light

May you see the strife
and not be fogged and blinded
by obedience to something
that whispers; "don't have kindness
or you could lose it all
or you could likely fall
into an ocean of abyss
security amiss

And dare you not look down at your feet
and see the People pining
or under sheets, that in which they end up
when they die by a chronically empty cup

You say it is not your business
and your business is business
keep your family
wolf pack oh so close
and feed, and train, and boast
and build elaborate walls
so you can't hear the calls
Of humanity
raise your young to breed
and protect, and feed
off others ill-fated losses
So you can stay The Bosses
and be them strong, and keep
your wealth inside
though where you comfortably lie
is where others have died...

May you see the light
may you feel their pain
if you not, than your children
can learn to share your gains
and provide shelter from rain

The consequences won't be as
dismal as you have been taught
for Karma has been sought
with love successfully
you love that word but don't believe
and you are not really "so free"

It's not grand to swim in gluttony
though it carries the illusion of comfort, see
that it is no match
for real glory

Everyone can be fed
everyone can be led
to thrive and live in love
from the heart of what's above

You'd be surprised at how rich you'd feel
if you would see what is real
and not an Illusion of luxury
that exists by creating suffering
and it is on your head
don't turn a blind eye ‘til more are dead
when you can break the bread

There is no need to fear
that parting will mean loss
for what you'd gain in spirit
would allow you to walk across
the bridges one can build
to close the gaps of "loss"

For trails can be added
to this truly earthly map
when solidarity occurs amongst
those who've escaped the traps

So those who have the means
and those who have the beans
can be share, and plant, and reap
on mountains even steep
And those who retain the average mean
in exchange for minion from human being
open up your heart
to all forms of art
to viewing individuals
and not caste by caste
in the form of classified
and in the position
of "the race"

For everyone has a place
a unique quality to give
and if they are oppressed they live
in blinding agony

They're people taken by the dark
the ones who came; to come apart
for not following majesty
and being called a travesty
love has granted them amnesty
because they can't eat pittons
because they don't have mittens

And how can they bow
when they freeze
and how can they smile
and still appease
when they are being oppressed
when they are barely dressed…


Oh, people in the dark
though you don't have the heart
you remain unjustly in power
but this is going to change
the People are getting tired
and you will soon be fired
for policies
we will demand change
till there's no choice
but to rearrange

And your children may see
the love you can't see
and those who suffer
will eventually be free
either in heaven or on earth
there will be rebirth

As we speak out in our truth
as parties now aloof
will be forced to look close
and like or not the dose
of blatancy received
the conveniently blamed
will be reprieved
when we demand injustice to leave!

Your descendants will be a minority
like that in which we've endured to be
and there will be no authority
that tells what are the words
that runs a fearful herd

We'll govern to prevent sorrow
we'll govern in love and peace
in mutual agreement, it's possible
and feasible to teach
and joyously we'll reach
past former limitations
we'll create many new creations
and the Dark can be lit, to cease

September 27th, 2012

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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Exhausted Marionette

The shadows creep
and the rainbows sleep
as you persecute me once again
when I'm in pain
and the clock is ticking
and you're nit-picking
my energy's drained

I'm fighting for my rights
and performing at my all
so the nerve of you to call
me out; defective
when

I am a gem
a precocious autistic
how dare you call me normal
with a broken brain

You could never imagine
what it's like to be me
I want to be free
as who I am

And not be damned
and not be a victim
I am a survivor
unrecognized


Pining to thrive
unseen and unheard
you assume because I have the words
translated patterns from my head...
I've fought sometimes ‘til nearly dead

A miracle in action
I'm credited only a fraction
of what I really do
because I am not you
on my head is your shoe …

I'm battered and I'm broken
and yet with love I stand
you think you've got me figured out
but don't you know these hands

They wring when you're not looking
they flick when you don't see
and after I am finished talking
I run under the trees

I love you, people, but you hurt me
why oh why oh please
if I do not appease..
I am misunderstood; misread
unless I dance
and you throw me bread
or roses, if I'm lucky..



I'm an exhausted marionette, it seems
until you cut the strings
and then you catch me in a net
in which I thought was made for safety
but once again, it is a threat
and that's why I must never fall
or let you cut the strings
because of what it brings

And though I need to rest my body...
there's now a full house lobby
waiting, for staunch advocacy
so they too can be justly freed
beyond the waiting room of that chamber
whence ,I too, sat; then trapped in danger

Through innocence upon the rain
under-appreciated; attacked in vain
on trial for nothing that I'd done
for sociology's perversely come
to blame the honest, pure-hearted

and though from the truth, many run
in the end; it's already won


September 25th, 2012

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Saturday, September 22, 2012

Invisible Little Fibro Beast

Invisible little fibro beast
smoking mini-dragon
with our bitter tears you feast
on sensitive, innocent cheeks

Creeping, all enmeshed
in almost every tissue
disguised in the shadows
of the outer, appearing issue

And the outer limits' realm
you lie
biding time, and biding by
slowly corroding
cleaning up your tracks
picking from the inside
waving "hello" behind backs

We'll pray one day
there'll be found a way
to turn around and catch you
as you claw and you nibble
before it's too late...

And although you, we hate
we stay present upon this earth
for our beloved bodies are worth
more than you'll ever deserve...


September 22nd, 2012

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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Poof!

Sickened in the human flesh

seeping, on the brink

black butterfly net inmeshed

about to disappear

Poof!

magick, dissolved into mist

diffusing into angel wings

to rise above the plastic fumes

in which poison our being

with salt beneath me

salt on my feet

I'll walk on the hot coals

you place beneath

and the truth i speak

you will not defeat

when I sing about how you lie

after lie

through your ten thousand dollar teeth

with phony philanthropy

handed out scantily

and only if one's lucky

not to fall apart first

or drink poison out of thirst

for there's no water free

of carcinogens, to kill pathogens

'cause it's ok to drink bleach

and to die if we reach

too far past the edge

when you're on the other side

and no one can build a bridge

when there's a precedent that says so

and you deny another way to know

cause your eyes see, your ears hear, just these few things:

retain wealth, retain greed, and bling, bling, bling, bling

and share not, and feel…well; almost nothing

there are so many lies

in elaborate disguise

so that one can rig the rules

and market them to fools

who all feed a machine

and the ones who dare to dream

the sensitives, the inventives

are mostly misrepresented

as unstable, unworthy it seems

labeled and framed as off the beam

for what goes unsaid is; they'll break the machine

that spits out a mega palace in layers of ice cream

regurgitated and sweet; eye candy trash

that people love to mish and mash

and waste and waste and waste...

time rolls in the simulated flavour they taste

as their pockets melt

cling, cling, cling, cling

as the supposed artists on the radio sing

repeat trash from the machine

so that you will dance

and be in a trance

slipping and sliding on the oil it needs

to run, run, and crush

or infiltrate with: "hush

see the pretty pretty picture?"

and it's not even beautiful..

but there's another way

to peel the haze off of eyes

to break down the disguise

for justice to revive

and good hearts to thrive

and this is why I stay alive

out of hope there will be

a place where love is real

and goodness flows free

one day enough will see

and whoever's left will shrivel

for they will never drink the raindrops

of equality

so place coals beneath my feet

trap me in your netted sheet

I may be battered and ill

but my body; my spirit defeats

in the name of all good hearts that beat

God knows those who cheat

and in the end; it'll be obsolete

Poof!


August 28th, 2012

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Change Without War

Bursting at the seams
waiting to exhale
suffocating in the old
and longing to set sail

The light is beaming
through the dark fog
clearing with a breeze
refreshing is a new plain
now appearing, past the trees

A journey through
the winding trails
is ready to end
as it entailed

Suffering in survival
wasted energy
while there's hunger to thrive
and run, so free

Further and further away lost
upon a clear path
hurdling over roadblocks
placed by drones who laugh

though be anguished no more
have faith; stand in Truth
and pick through the locks on doors

For there is no point at all
in begging for a key
held onto by the merciless
infatuated with greed

WE can believe in change
trusting not precedents
that had been set to serve
the way that things once went

And so the earth must turn
as we dance with evolution
and when the innocent burn
due to spiritual pollution

It’s time for us to take a stand
singing loudly; " we'll take no more!”
Then, only in the name of love
We can then make Change Without War

August 1st, 2012

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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Clear This Lens

Revelation
desperate sensation
lost in purpose
overwhelmed

Longing for
a clear direction
knowing what to get
but how

We were left behind the ones ahead
so long ago
and though we dread
and though these bones ache
they don't want to break
they want it to stop
they want to take a walk
Down the road to peace
beyond the white sheets
covering the dead
so don't lie in bed
next to the coffins
for we survive
and we need to thrive
rise up and shine
Shine within The Light
please help each others' sight
and take each others' hands
let's help us to live upon this land

Healing and growing
reaping and sowing
no longer destroying
no longer toying

Evolving and turning
no longer burning
loving and laughing
though it seems so baffling
oh, clear this fog
and clear this lens
July 18th, 2012

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Tuesday, July 10, 2012

My Own Autistic Song

My vision is blurred
but my senses are heightened
I miss the point
but I see the rhyme

And there I could stand
like a deer in the headlights
wanting to run
or morph into a puppet

My body's sick, tired
and I still don't have wings
I'm longing to sing
but the pitch I must practice

I can't be graceful just because
I can look the part
that is only art...
though I'm tripping inside
on things I thought were understood
but now they're no good..
so I hide
no longer wanting
to get on the ride




Looking for the answers
on an endless continuum
where everything is related
in fluidity

It is such a pity
that only few can see it
and I don't understand
because
it's right before my eyes
Not lies!

All alone in a world
of flickering, moving images
with a touch of femininity
applied to my map

But the obvious; I'm daft
confused by the sounds
of dishonesty
underneath the masks

Spilling out words
running out from a script
which I understand, as only
"I could copy this if.."
and therefore, and so on
'til I'm drowning in thoughts
problem solving, connecting, building
all that energy to talk
I'd forgotten who i really was
amidst the expectations
more painful cause i like people
and do desire relation

But I can only do so much
before my brain becomes tired
how can I still reach out and touch
without the compromise?

I can't disguise who I am
anymore
but i want to open my door
is this possible to conceive?
when people won't believe
looking at me they see
something i have made to be
through learning and watching
I'm tired of playing scenes
I'm tired of living in dreams

Is there another way of going on?
yes!
it is like a song...
my own autistic song

July 7th, 2012

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