Anonymous Norman Poet I do not know?

Stick To the Confines.

Post-modern society i’m feelin’ afflicted,
confined a predestined identity – i’m restricted,
what I preach and practice – contradicted,
due to the confines I mimic and pick, waiting for what the Mayan’s predicted,
the revealing, the coming clean, tell us what the hieroglyphs depicted,
we’re all looking for direction, collective unconscious became misted,
many hearts and minds twisted, our souls blistered,
instead of caring and sharing, we’re all tight fisted,
people starve, people are killed, people are tortured and it’s as if we all personally wished it,
maybe i’m just a mis-fit,
maybe my points fleeting and you missed it....
wake up
wake up
wake up.

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Izzy Gumbo April 26, 2010 at 10:10 PM Mother moves just as predicted cycles alive in the waking mystery collectively conscious and unrestricted "We drive the boat" is what the tomb depicted... and you're not a missed point... we're all included... "He isn't on the cross", the message undiluted. :) I'll wake up with you my friend.

Carolyn Devonshire April 19, 2010 at 6:20 AM I think you made your point clearly, Lance. At times there are contradictions between what we practice and what we preach. I, too, have been giving much thought to the 2012 prophecies, especially now as the earth seems to be erupting and trembling more than ever before. Well done! Best wishes, Carolyn