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Reclaim our Destiny
(Verse 1)
Yo, it's a struggle just to survive this life,
Cost of living rising, but wages don't suffice.
Living off government funds, barely getting by,
Can't afford the rent, it's sky-high, oh my!
Real estate leeches playing God with our lives,
Profit over people, their greed never subsides.
The government in bed with the elite, it seems,
Their vaccines dividing us, shattering dreams.
(Chorus)
We refuse to be slaves, we won't be sheep,
In this puppet show called life, we're wide awake, not all Muppets they think.
We search for freedom, a way to break free,
Unite as one, reclaim our destiny!
(Verse 2)
They tell us to obey, silently follow the line,
But we see through their lies, we won't be confined.
Manipulating the masses, their control is deep,
But we'll rise above it all, our minds they cannot keep.
We won't be silenced, won't be made into fools,
We stand for justice, breaking unjust rules.
Together we'll resist, break these oppressive chains,
Raise our voices loud, fueling the winds of change.
(Chorus)
We refuse to be slaves, we won't be sheep,
In this puppet show called life, we're wide awake, not all Muppets they think.
We search for freedom, a way to break free,
Unite as one, reclaim our destiny!
(Bridge)
They underestimate us, they think we'll submit,
But we're fighting for a better world, we won't quit.
Through unity and resilience, we'll find a way,
To break free from this system, create a brighter day.
(Chorus)
We refuse to be slaves, we won't be sheep,
In this puppet show called life, we're wide awake, not all Muppets they think.
We search for freedom, a way to break free,
Unite as one, reclaim our destiny!
(Outro)
So let's rise, my people, and never back down,
Together we'll navigate through the chaos that surrounds.
We'll overcome the struggles, find a better place,
And leave behind the puppetry in this everlasting race.
the spectacle of beauty claims supremacy
inticing soceity in spells which last endlessly
portraying tendencies to embody our community
no defense of immunity- all fall victims to its feet
from the commons to the elite- its facits are discrete
its seeks its enemies by engulfing their thoughts
with no force, entering your conscious as a trojan horse
using your mind as the source to your emotions
evoking instant devotion through meager words spoken
submerged in an ocean of opposing brain waves
to enslave mortals in ways of an enigma maze
which you portray as being tangled in the web you wove
in which you seemingly chose to configure and rove
and with each embracement or concealing of lips
ascends you to a new level of bliss
and temporarily answers the question why you exist
its mere presence extracts your from dark depression
soft words of passion leave eternal impressions
and each session gone wrong acts as a lesson
there are societies that marvel at how my power mends man
and how stupid fools put bands upon somones hand
and expect that grants them an everlasting relation
but bonds are cracked by inticing looks of infatuation
acts of deviation onset to experience its partner sex's sensations
people have vowed and longed for it since the begining of time
even in divine, in passion god created mankind
and sent 2 beings perfectly crafted from above
whos emotions soared upon the cleratic wings of the dove
cause behind every action stands the face of love.............
Form:
When I think about all the people...
Who have newly saddened lives
People who may have lost a spouse
Their husbands or their wives
When I think about the orphaned children
The little girls and little boys
Whom don't have either parent
To give a wish list full of toys
When I think about the natural disasters
The fires, winds and quakes
And the lives that are ruined forever
Just like that, My god...for heaven sakes
When I think about those hateful bastards
Who shoot bullets in our schools
Killing all those innocent people
Dear Lord, they must be Satan's fools
When I think about the unfortunate children
Whom were born with special needs
I pray for their families, ever so dearly
My heart, for them...it bleeds
When I think about all those people
Whom have sadness in their lives
Look at me, a full-grown man
Tears are in my eyes
When I think about Christmas time
I remember, some have it really bad
So, I say my prayers...before I sleep
And I pray, your Christmas's...not sad
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12-4-2018
The aggressive ones argue with the rules.
They spike the balls, making us look like fools.
I am not good at returning, and horrible at the serve.
Come on! Let’s play volleyball you say, if you have the nerve.
Frankly I don’t, all my memories are sad.
I was one of the worst ones. Ask my Mom or Dad.
Do not ask my grandma, for she’ll lie through her teeth.
Pretending I could do anything sporty. She fibs over and beneath.
I do remember wishing we did not ever have to play it again.
The ones who were out for blood were Amazons ready to win.
They despised the short ones, especially my sister and me.
We had wobbly arms. Neither of us could serve, you see.
So many will have memories of glory and fame.
They were probably eight foot tall and had a cute name.
My sister and I used to slink off all ashamed.
She is Volley. I am Ball, neither of us twins aptly named.
In Caren’s dream house there will be no rules.
No symmetry, no boring colors, no angry fools.
Everything will be cutesy, petootsie, batootsie and a mess.
There will be no reasons to overdress or bring on stress.
There will be no knocking or coughing at the door.
Just open it up and put your bare feet on my floor.
Bring me sugar or salt if you have some to spare.
Don’t be fearful if you forgot your underwear.
All of my bras are stacked behind a chair.
Where they are going to sit, go ahead and stare.
I don’t have a worry, I have no care.
In Caren’s dream house, we do what we dare.
As long as we are having fun with cartoons and paint.
You can be a sinner, a singer, a dancer, or a wanna-be-saint
But come ready to play and have fun and throw whipping cream.
This is my vision, my insight, my desire and my dream.
What mankind dreams,
he will create;
his dreams will likely,
seal his fate.
Plenty of men,
have fallen prey.
To dreams that left them,
to rot and decay.
The great inventions,
that man’s seen;
with good intentions,
were his dreams.
But when he reached a pinnacle,
his dreams, went awry;
so many lives were manacled,
he fell to public outcry.
The dreams that backfired,
sealed his fate;
and to, the innocents;
a heavy blow was dealt,
then, it was too late.
The consequences of one’s dreams,
considered first, they must be;
for if, in fact, they are not;
such horrors, will be seen.
The light of day, may sober one;
though these dreams monsters, rule;
the day the populace, has become none;
a God, will say, “What Fools”.
Tread carefully, as you manifest your dreams;
that is quite, the primary scheme.
The world you build,
for all today;
may be the world, you bury.
Frank Zappa
Was always my musical hero
Ever since I first heard his music
Back in 1974
He blew me away
With his musical genius
His satirical wit
His mastery of rock
Classical and jazz influences
I soon became a big Zappa fiend
Went to several live shows
Bought lots of Zappa records
Later Zappa cd's
He died way too soon
He would have had a great time
Making sense
Of the Bush two era
Obama
And especially Trump
He was not one
To suffer fools gladly
And saw through
So much of the nonsense
In our life
Especially our dysfunctional politics
He was a prophet
Way ahead of his day
Foreseeing much of what
Had sadly transpired
Since his untimely death
Many not -Zappa fans
Never get beyond
The satire
But there was so much
More to Frank
Than
Don't eat the Yellow Snow
His best song of all
Perhaps his warning
About the pervasive negative impact
Of Television
With his immortal warning
I am the slime
Oozing out of your TV set
Or his prophetic song
About the mass media
Obsession with the latest
Crime story
In More Trouble Every day
And who can forget
His anti-peace corps anthem
Who needs the Peace Corps?
Or brown shoes don't make it
Or Jewish Princess
Or sheik ya booty
Disco boy?
Dynamo hum
Moving to Montana
And all the rest
Of his classic takedown
Of contemporary American society?
Yeah
Frank Zappa
Died way too soon
He would have made sense
Of the Trumpian world
I wished he was still alive
With us today
Until he can return
I will be forced
To freak out
Alone
In my head
And when I am at the dentist
His song about torture
The torture never stops
Comes along
To calm my fears
Of dental torture
Thanks, Frank
For all the memories
And the wisdom
Over the years
I too
have found the truth
seen the deep state and the fake news in review,
only to find the great reveal
you know who is the real big steal,
and the swamp remains filled with unobjective fools
a dark conspiratorial growing cesspool,
the elections honest, verified, and true
counted and recounted just to satisfy the few,
seventy-four million voted for their candidate in the minority
but so did the eighty-four of the landslide majority,
so give a shout and one more prayer
for the republic and democracy still clinging here
one more authority clutching at power
just another loser soured.
In your life, goodness has its best role,
You made being great looks really very cool,
Your success is cherished even by all fools,
Your kindness is used as an effective tool.
.
You are more pleasant than being a dreamboat,
Your smartness is even deeper than a sugarcoat,
Your goodness flows easily from coast to coast,
In the ocean of wisdom, your intelligence floats.
Your affectionate smile, is soothing to many hearts,
Your compassion is beyond the fill of carts,
Your comeliness is yet to have any copycat,
Your goodness comes at the drop of hats.
May God's blessings always be in your life,
May your life be full of exciting laughs,
May your haters' efforts do a swan dive,
May you life be full of melodious jives.
An open minded person, is truly hard to find,
there are many say they are, then they lose their mind.
An open minded person, is simple and true,
they sit down to talk about things, with you.
They can see beyond their self, you see,
that’s what open minded, is to me.
With many different perspectives, just one view,
an open minded person, the things they can do.
An open mind, is a growing mind, you see,
being open minded is one of the key’s.
The key’s to life and happiness, no more of the dread,
an open mind, is alive in your head.
You can’t tell it no, cause it will find a way,
an open minded person, can save the day.
Being open minded, means truly being alive,
open minded people, only with their thoughts, they strive.
For to fuss and fight, is a fools best friend,
as they will argue, to the foolish end.
No fuss, no cuss, no bark or bite,
an open minded view, is always right.