All Dressed Eyes
prism rays of an original author
report life's guidance treated as a synonymic opera
sequenced by acts of kindness and walking in blindness true to your kindness
shallow creeks awaiting the prodigal beaver now that the meat markets gone
inept gold diggers euthanized domestic pets
cremated with mortgages soaked with industry's liquid assets
thee who must eat and drink from be truly concerned
then a step to a place that constituted our justification to be
freedom's price has become infinite
we will be the cut our blade holds above the beast as spirit
when thought first spoke was a time no nursery rhyme
no warm cuddled and just the song of nature
to hush to sleep
and learn what we lost
and part avoid to be put back
back on a leash to be led to a cage of disbelief
accomplish from what words you choose to clothes
to put at ease any thought of control
in this court of silly societies bounds, collars restrains
our counsel truth to be our choice is drugged just like one class to another ones freedom
and another man's fortune
would wish this world back to horses wish the Nanete's, protons and atoms colliding with
industry and amuse alot of bored people
smartest men leave a lighter path for those who can't see, what was defined as man
now an amusement ride
shine your soul like a star, share it loud
secure in nature, we look to compare without essence toxically cornered by uneven walls
silently slipping into no form at all
and a mysterious start chi blind passion from the heart
engage your hate with a rage towards the machine
lift us to a place to dwell free
Copyright © Greg Slode Smith | Year Posted 2010
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