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Every soul on the planet knows that people are senseless.
You'd think we'd wise up some over time.
Time and time again people focus on being devious.
Is the way they play their way of being real? People
Who really try to make a difference sometimes spill
Their kindness on arid land when what it really needs is a flood.
And I've tried to provide a flood
Of kindness and love and values, but to them, it's so senseless
And pointless that I'd much rather spill
It on someone who'd give me the time
Of day and actually appreciate what other people
Don't even stop to consider because they're too busy deviating.
From what I've seen, all people know is how to be deviant.
They want to be the ones to unleash the beast, bring the flood
Of deception and drown the truly honest people
Who care enough to even reach out a hand to those senseless
And lost souls. I've lost many a wink and spent many a night time
Thinking of a way to save my blood from being the next to spill.
But I am not the only good-blooded one who posses what they wish to spill.
I am not the only one trying to out-deviate the deviants.
I know someone who, despite the lies she is told all the time,
And despite the pseudo-amorous atmosphere, sees the real flood
Of bull droppings thrown her way. She can see through the senseless
People's transparent lies. She will go farther that most of those people.
It is a skill to be able to feel my spiel about most people
And their mindlessness. I hope I'm not around when they spill
Their mind and speak their hearts and rant and rave in their senseless
Talk. They think they make sense but in their quest to deviate,
They unplug the faucet of all that's bad. They cause the flood
That ruins those who want to bless the world with their time.
I wish someone would bless me with their time.
What do we have to do to rid the world of senseless people?
Shall we pray for another flood?
Or should we take it upon ourselves to spill
The guilty blood? I'm tired of all these people and their deviousness
Who take pride in being senseless.
I, for my part, will not waste my precious gift. I will not spill
My knowledge upon deaf ears and closed hearts and devious
Minds. Because that, my dear reader, would truly be senseless.
Love becomes a mix of four obscurities:
Reproductive evolution, sexual lust, needed companionship, and insecurities
Human beings are guided by a false sense of infatuation
But it is biology that guides human beings, in a process of frustration
Love is the fairytale we all try to disbelieve
But deep down inside, we all believe this phenomenon is not make-believe
Boys await their goddess of blond hair and blue eyes
Beautiful bodies and perfect thighs
Girls await their knight in shining armour
A man of great prestige and excellent valour
We all wait for the perfection we experienced in the world of ideas
Before the invention or conception of our lives
The movies make love seem so easy
A magical mutual spark of interest; it's all just so cheesy
In the real world of love, you will find that most want to use you
Abuse you, chew you, spit you out and won't excuse you
As we grow, we find that the goddess is nonexistent, and the knight of shining armour is
long dead
Instead we go ahead
We lower our standard to something more achievable
And look for someone with a spirit more meaningful
As we are constantly in competition with our respectful brotherhood and sisterhood
Some will find their soul mate right in front of their gate
And others will burn in their desires and curse our chosen fate
Reproductive evolution, sexual lust, needed companionship, and insecurities
We look up towards the sky of fate and destiny for the missing love in our lives
Damning us completely is the curse of death
Eventually experiencing our loved ones breathe their last breath
And one day acknowledging that our breaths are counted
The angel of death will forever hover above us mounted
His axe swinging downward when we least or most expect it
We soon grow old and in pain
We realize that this life has not much to gain
We experience that the darkness surrounding has made us slightly insane
We see that although we stuck to their rule, law, boundary, and lane
That we sit here waiting to conclude and be born again
But only after our bodies and strained and chained into the earth beneath
As our soul escapes from between our grinding teeth and in the sky of fate and destiny
A giddy grin escapes the persecutor of demise
A giddy smile comes from those who do not sign
They laugh at you when no ones around
They poke and play games without a sound
Keep it high and keep it down
Up and all around
Fake the way we laugh at you
Seeing ever so deeply,
Right through you
You can’t decide if it was fun
You can’t decide, maybe
It was just one
One and only, while lost and homely
Despicable and descript able,
Your ways are to me
Numbers all one through a hundred
A million more and a million less
The lesser shall make their tombs with ease
While seeking a dream that does no appease
To me, while we fight alone
On the battle field of hate
Poking and spitting on a carcass of meat
Seething right through,
To another date,
Of misery
Inside the diary,
We find devotion so true
Devotion so void,
And yet,
Un attuned
The smiles hide secrets deeper than meaning
While we seek for a world,
In utter de meaning
It plants a foot inside your doorway
And lends a hand to another way to foreplay
Rejoice in the fact that it has come to an end
Rejoice in the fact that we have no friends
Make a decision and you will always regret,
The way it comes and goes all around us
Make a world of tiny grains of sets
While lying to yourself about a heaven so blessed
Factory workers seek comfort in suicide
Growing old is just another name for dieing
Plant a flower for the world of today
And plant a tree juts to say,
Rebellion
Rebellion in the streets of chaos
Chaos is the sweet, sweet sound of rain
Thunders swift violently through the mindless
And our minds will swiftly decay,
By one piece to the next
And another to top the best
Soothing sounds have lost their pleasures
And a child has lost its sweater
Alone in the streets they will come for you
Picking you off two to one
Lies of a rose fallen in black
Signing your name to another death contract,
Yet in the same, your will blame…
More on us
And less to bless
Seek comfort in wisdom and pleasures
Seeking comfort in a dieing feather,
Burning away to lost decay
Just another day to play,
All for just one more day
Form:
Shock waved over from a puddle to form an ocean as Jake stood taking splash after splash
of emotions that rolled him not to understand on how he should react to this rude from her
remark yet pleasant from the feel of her hands on his shoulders position.
What?
He finally said without movement, still in a slouch to keep her hands where they were for
she was small in comparison to him and wanted the warmth to linger.
Ya man!
I never seen a stuttering stanley before!
Like I mean I saw it in the six sense, but that's a movie
I never seen someone actually have that speech impediment before!
Every once and while you hear people with lisps, but who cares about that!
She's crazy...
She has to be, it's like going up a to burned victim and saying O MAN COOL SCARS!
...wait now I'm comparing myself to a burn victim that's horrible...
gosh I'm full of self pity!
Jake still stood slouched still listening to this rambling, odd, no care in the world hair
covering one eye girl. This converse wearing, RIOT displaying, purple eyeshadow blaring,
rare type of girl. And he felt her fingers shift yet stay on his shoulders as she kept on
going with her interest of stutters, at least he thinks she kept going in the same
subject, cause he was
too surrounded by the feel of her hands, engulfed by the movement of her glossed lips,
hypnotized by the shifting of her small hips, and enthralled by the slight bouncing of her
soft perky-
Hey!
So what do you say?
(SNAP welcome back to the real world Jake)
What?
I said my friend bailed on me and we where supposed to watch a movie together
but I still want to see the movie and my ride doesn't pass for three hours either way
want to kill time with me?
..heart failing
skin sweating
must...find..reality check
A finger poked a side of his rib which gave him recognition that this was the earth and he
did not just fly to space.
SO are you in or out stuttering stan- I mean...what's your name again? My name is Genesis
Jake smiled and stood straight.
Hi
My name is Jake
and sure I would love to hang.
Narrator’s View I
1 Day I was born, I have questions my own,
My heart and my soul would willingly ask,
But I’m all vessel with Innocence’s crown,
Nor these are normal, new born’s hourly task
2 Likewise a tree all in island alone,
I was dwelling where in all I know least,
Doing nothing’s all I can do but mourn,
To the answers I seek, stilled in the mist,
3 And to come with the time where I can gaze,
Upon those clearest of lights from the sky,
I saw the world painted most joyful days,
And details of sadness that made me sigh,
4 To wander, to seek, my eyes were then fixed,
To a Place where all seemed painted the same,
And then my heart whom drummed as if
were tricked,
Did spoke to me from the other side came:
Song of Reality
5 To you I greet and welcome to this world,
Land of Reality, seen is adored!
Come herein we give treasures of doses,
And golden beds with cushions of roses!
6 We walk upon the sands of truth and real,
To where are path, the moon-left waters seal,
And when the light of dark had fetched the East,
The waves refine where no marks left to feast.
7 And to our west, the greatest River flow,
To where we behold its rushing sorrows,
No dates we ever face the current’s root,
Ahead are vultures dancing on their loot!
8 These dreams of men that rule many a month,
Destiny and time’s harmony shall grant,
But these the sea and sky had owed to make,
Meet at horizon—illusions are fake!
9 For all these are good if summit attained,
But failure achieved, crude hope still remained,
All trials and works will product to naught,
Unless the sea and sky—together brought.
10 This is the world’s nature, fruit of God’s will,
Older than the first stream of lights he seal,
That this nature, to the man’s realm must live,
All men shall receive, to smile or to grieve.
11 No gods are we to change all everything,
To make the crows cry, to make the snakes sing,
Sorrow and sadness the world has to grow,1q2
But all feel comfort, the great River’s flow…
... Stanzas 12-22 on Part 2
if all you can do
is watch birds
and wonder how they fly
and wish you could free
the one caged in you
in the dark paths
of your being
then the only urge
your mind will hand to you
from pure instinct
will be to
stretch out your hand
out into the stars
and let the moon
read your palms
and trace your life
following the beat
of your heart
live free
within the four walls
of your heart
and never peek outside
because the wind out there
is toxic
it burns the lungs
and eats through the veins
until the walls around you crumble
and you stand out
in the open, naked
for the world to see
Remember, that little voice
in your head
is right, once again
you need to play it
over and over again
until your head spins
in the right direction
and until the fog has cleared
One day in my dreams
II promised God
I'd never tell you about love
but its imperative that
that promise, becomes the only one
that I pretend to never
remember making just so
I can say to you
love is simple
but we complicate it
with all that we dress it in
Here I am, not able to understand
the word it self
but attempting to write it down
hoping one day you will know
that your mother, selfless as she is
loved easily
and she defined her love
as giving, forgiving, living and giving
and that in all of those
she never took
because it never seemed enough
bu she,, had a big heart
with enough cheer to spread around
enough laughter to feed everyone
but her world fell silent
as the night crept in
bringing with it monsters
she feared the most
for her to face first hand
she could never tell the world
that she had a bruise
covered in cotton candy
the kind that melts each time
she smiled at her self
but child, I wish you never become
anything like her
so to state that
as a request to God
I will call you "Nhlanhla"
hoping for him to listen
to my pleas and help me
do the one thing
I most probably will be proud of
and for the first time
let me take happiness
out of life...
Night time yet again /starlight swallowed by black-hoes /Never to reach earth
Monster under bed /Darkness engulfing my heart /Flashlight in closet
Broken down body /Pieces still falling apart /Trying to survive
Needed violence /Craving others' destruction /A bloody green-world
Another world waits /To be drastically changed /For better or for worst
Take away my soul /A Genni in a bottle /Waiting for my hell
Follow me right now /into the heart of her dream /To understand pain
What is my purpose /If no one recognizes /Who I truly am
Where do I go from /A path lost in time and space /Path through destruction
Do you give a damn /That people fall through the cracks /Life and sanity
Where is your passion? /To afraid to make a change /Life requires life
Wish upon a star /It falls from the black heavens /Death for a lost soul
Power to control /How the world spins around us /Orbiting people
Future behind us /Broken possibilities /Wondering what if
what inspires dreams / To quickly flee from our minds / Do they shape the soul?
Do you know yourself? / Understand your heart and soul / Or did you give up?
My wondering thoughts/ foot steps past our minds limits/ into a new world
Waiting for time's change / scared of what I will find there /What will be taken?
Looking for details/ What secrets will they reveal?/ Our humanity
He gave memories/ Remembering as her own/ Truth lost inside time
Questions Propagate / What's inside Pandora's box / All of his secrets
Apple falls from tree / Down the rabbit hole it rolls / Mad Hater picks up
Depression soaks in / Into my thoughts and body / Draining who I am
Stress stretches my soul / Rubber band about to break / Crashing into life
Life flipped upside down/ World falling into pieces/ Some forever lost
How many lost dreams/ Are never fulfilled in life/ That could of been real?
Where do I go now?/ Options retreating from me/ Left with destruction
We all gathered here today because we made a decision
You’re angered and pissed off I can feel the rise in tension
Our problems have been ignored we talk they don’t listen
They swept our problems from their existence
We’re taken care of it how many times we gotta hear this sentence
Have troops and families parted
Tell the troops if you see an Iraqian kid aim at his head part it
Regardless
If they guard less
Despite the fact their lives already tarnished
No sympathy for their hardships
America the most dominant nation in the world the need to know where the bar is
Bullets tares through flesh
At kids just out the womb, fresh
Found out about the murder back page corner of the press
Missin white boy front page separated from the rest
Everyone gettin evicted
Innocent still convicted
Our government is malicious
Richest country in the world but 49million from mal-nutrition
Can’t afford bills let the phone ring
Funeral cost so high can’t bury your offspring
Gays are called names and assaulted
Still no help from politics
They receive hate mail not even looked as a figure
Victims of rape and triggas
That description puts them in the category of Niggas
Well today we’re done being silenced
We all want to complete the desired assignment
That’s why we all stand in alignment
All different sized men
Ready to commit the ultimate defiance
Fck if we get in confinement
They fuked us over now we got our mindset
Never has there been so much chaos since the nation was in a carriage
One day you got millions of proud Americans now across the land you got thousands of terrorist
Trust is broken you can’t repair it
So grab any weapon
One that influences you obsession
To cause disturbance
Contributing to this nation wide dispersion
No more listening time to rebuke
We will march to congress with strength that is brute
We will be heard
Or they be trampled by massive herds
Look like your decision to be Great Britain
Lead to a fatal collision
Form:
I guess I thought a couple of years or so ago
To hold the cures or hold the ills, or even myself, alone....
But in the end I found no reward anymore, within the world of my own!
What purpose, what gain I thought, from merely this?
What treasure would I hold onto, then, as I took times final bow?
What impact if any, did my words ever impart, towards the souls of beyond?
What was the reason and the meaning of this my life, then?
For I have long now realized, the graveyard of self intent, for only one....
Like wading in waters and staying afloat, yet, never really going anywhere
Except perhaps, to a bank somewhere someday, to make another deposit
Within this vault of quickly passings deluded mirage
While walking through a crowd of reaching hands, asleep
Reaching to pull me into their own minds and sights
Amid the colorful confetti parade, of glory and fame, and, nothing....
Standing amazed, and somewhat ashamed, as I look toward the skies
Confounded and astounded, as I walk by this sea of faces, which align these streets
Smiling and cheering and waving, at me, while a tear flows down my cheek
Am I a cure? Am I an ill? Or, just lost?
Gathering my ounce of golden dust, within the bag of illusions I have beheld....
One life to live, one breath to breathe, one, world to see?
Thinking to myself once more, as I lay aside this pen
Seculars visions, again-crumbling this page, and casting it away!
I have spoken of the cures, and I have spoken of the ills...."My Views"
For in the end of it all, I have found no answers, clearer than these!?
And I shall never buy a book, that shall never tell the tale, of eternity....
Tilting my head, and slowly lowering my eyes, thinking, how could this ever be?
Smiling, with my finger pressed to my lip~turning, towards the chapter which now reads
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beyond, the death of glitter dome....
Form:
...feeling the wood of this bench pressing on my skin as a child that would like to wander
the streets and venture the alleys that whistle songs of coming forth, but doesn't, cause
the age of this youth still gives fear to not view the world without an adult.
I sit in a motionless trance
and let my eyes sway along the coming sounds of passer buyers
who do not show interest in my still form
for their heads are still filled with the thought of:
bills
money
work
unemployment
the girl that smiled at him the other day
the man that laughed at her when she tripped
the feeling of a rough hand soothing your back after work
intimacy
love
children
loneliness
life
death...
And yet my head does too fill with the same very thoughts, I feel not as often though. My
minds seems to absorb more the sights and sounds of the earth, and also the life; small or
large, alike or different, that goes by my face or behind it.
Just sitting on a bench that was once a tree, that was probably once in thought like I was...
Dazed at the sky for its illuminant colors
the clouds look like marmalade marshmallows
I wonder if Lucy is up there right
in her sparkling diamond gown...
the wind kisses me as it begins to fall into the rhythm of the world and decides to dance
one last wild happy flow of air for the sun, as it slowly but steadily lays his head to rest
but watches lazily of all that is in his presence as he diminishes.
watches the sunflowers bow to his worship
watches the mother crow settle in her nest
watches the children figure how to ask their parents to stay in the park a bit longer
watches the metal candles begin to grimace to turn on for the long hours
watches the watcher, sitting by there lonesome, watching him slowly leave no rays
the chill comes with the moon and I decides to watch her as well
till my lids feel heavy and I soon too, will diminish the colors of light.