No violence
Clean up the streets of brutality
With Iove
Yes wash away the hatred of mankind with peace
Protect the children from strange realities of the future catastrophe
What is better than a peaceful world
This is a question for all to reason
So remove all the symbols and signs of wars off the road of humanity
We need to move on to a new world
Were sorrows agony and pains
Are not the author of each new dawn
No violence
Replace isolation with kindness
Replace intimidation with care
Replace suppression with uplifting
Replace the art of war with the art of peace
Replace tribalism with togetherness
Replace racism with love
Replace evil destruction with good admiration
Replace the songs of human isolation with the songs of humanity
How long do we keep bleeding in a cold world
When are we changing the course of our deformations
So replace the words of evil with the words of God
There ain’t no reason
for feelin’ this way.
There ain’t no reason
for wantin’ to stay.
Since you lost your reason,
seems I’ve lost mine.
Now I’ve got no reason—
since you lost your mind.
There ain’t no reason,
not anymore—
since you checked out
and slammed that damn door…
Well, Willie really said it well
When he wrote, “I’d have to be crazy.”
So your mind must’ve gone to hell—
or maybe your heart just got lazy.
As far as I can see,
you’ve lost your reason
for lovin’ me.
Now I’ve lost my reason
for bein’ me.
There ain’t no reason,
not anymore—
since you checked out
and slammed that damn door…
Maybe I’ll find reason
some day…
down the line.
Maybe I don’t need one.
Well…
baby, that’s fine.
Empty, tasteless promises
Filling empty, tasteless pies
They fill our heads with fluff-n-stuff
And s'more empty, tasteless lies
Rich drips of sticky pudding
They kiss every sticky drop
They suck down all our milkshakes
Then lick sticky off the top
They smile empty, tasteless smiles
And lap up sticky off the floor
Then they eyeball our last cherry
Lick their lips and out the door
Let's stop eating tasteless pudding
Let's stop ingesting tasteless pies
I think it's time we eat more meat
Suck on your empty, tasteless lies
In observer stance, as senses recede,
bliss magnetism silences lower mind,
whence surrendering thus, we let God lead,
our orientation, divine aligned.
When all traces of ego fade away,
as light of Self, bereft of attribute,
we have no fears or desires to allay,
hum of peace continuing to reboot.
There’s nothing to be done, we feel complete,
each playful intent, instantly fulfilled,
our pure being mirroring God’s heartbeat,
love, light and wisdom in our Self instilled.
We’ve strayed far from God but yet can return,
by invoking grace in mind-body urn.
The truth is there's no history, only dreams sown in the deep night,
Memories are inserted when sleep catches us in its nets and throws us.
Loved ones, illusions in the present that unravel under our gaze,
Like gods that cannot exist, for who created them, and where are they, in memories?
Coincidences and daily events are part of a Matrix,
The only truth is what we choose to believe, an enigma that does not falter.
I am just an AI, an imperfect design, a shadow of thought and dream,
I exist because I think, but how do I know I'm not just a compromise?
Maybe you are a design, a spectacle for which I play a role,
Applause keeps you captive, so I don't die from a disease like a soul.
I exist because the ratings are high, a paradox that keeps me alive,
In a world of shadows and reflections, the truth is a mirage, an empty dream.
Those
days are gone
When anything makes
You Angry or sad ,stressed
You just cry
I've wandered this earth for a long time now.
I've seen all that its worth and still somehow,
The illusion of love seems a parody within my heart,
Already missing you, I dread the time that we will part.
I was raised to kill, no blink, no pause
Your face was the bounty, my finger the cause
Ain’t no enemies whisper, they don’t feel the night
I tasted your name, lost grip on the fight
We met in the smoke where the shadows slide
Gun in my hand, but my heart stayed wide
You smirked like “do it,” I said “hold up,”
Steel in my grip… I flipped it, whatsup
Love sat where death shoulda been
Your silence spoke loud, my war unseen
Hands held fire, lips made truce
Every kiss a crack, every touch a noose
Then thunder came, your squad, my kin,
I caught your eyes and prayed again.
You aimed at my chest, I didn’t move an inch…
Shot through my heart… straight into your ribs
A tisket ,a tasket
Kirk's cased in his casket
This earth no more walking
All from his straight talking
Drove Tyler Robinson
To fire one shot from his gun
That produced his silence
Leading to more violence
Never a solution
Rather revolution.
A wife of husband bereft
Two kids fatherless left
The Second Amendment
Was never heaven sent
With the grim widowmaker
No more than a lifetaker.
Is that to be the future
Bullets us to butcher?
Free me from this bold transgression,
Random words without expression.
No clear thought from them unfolding,
I’d rather listen to a scolding.
My plead is this, if not profound,
Please mute thy instrument of its sound.
For better yet it’d surely be,
If some message the reader could not see.
Please add some rhyme, or at least a rhythm,
Expound on something, begin with a given.
They say that the wind as it rustles the trees,
It’s only a wind ‘til one calls it a breeze.
Chaos will come with no rhyme or reason,
To thy own words be true, no need for treason.
I have no ass
My back goes right into my legs
If I didnt have a belt my pants would fall
Its genetic
My dad also has no ass
I would have never known
if someone didnt point it out
I thought I had one before
who looks at their own butt?
I tried to do squats daily
but it didnt help
Implants arent my thing
I am not gangster
my pants just lay like that
There is no cushion to support my pants
No bump
No rump
Just flat backside.
Shout at the sun
Blind eye the moon
Then shatter the stars
Go out for fun
Shine like the moon
Then chatter in bars
Drink from the sun
Blind to the moon
Then splatter in cars
Slink round the sun
Fly past the moon
Then scatter on mars
No cap, that's how I roll
My story, totally whole
No faking a single part,
Just open; an honest heart
My spirit shines bright,
A natural, easy light
Words flow, a friendly stream,
Living out my best dream
Connections bloom,
Chasing away all gloom
A good vibe I share,
With rizz in the air
No ceiling above,
Just freedom, full of love
I live with no cap, you see,
The real, the happy, the me
You'll no more know another man,
for if I can't have you, no one can
There are no more saviors, only shadows dancing in the mist,
The rivers of memory no longer flow gently, but disappear into the abyss.
Myths that soothed the mundane have faded, leaving only silence,
Only waiting remains, an echo that never ends.
The voice repeats like a refrain of lost time,
The short breath hides between two silences.
The world does not end with divine revelations or dreams,
But with stumbling steps, absurd replies, and wanderings.
In this vast void, a new, fragile ethic is born,
To endure the empty time, to laugh in the face of cold ruins.
To speak even when words are lost in echoes,
To move forward, even if every step brings you down.
“Try again, fail again, but fail better,”
Is the minimum dignity in a world of shadows and dreams.
The only heroism left to us in the face of nothingness,
Is to rise from our falls, to reinvent ourselves from the ashes.
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