Innocence

Innocence is something of the past.
And love is all that remains.
Some say it is the spice of life.
Only because it's all they have left.

So why can't we live for ourselves?
Not in greed, but in happiness.
Without sin or pressures.
Because our minds wear thin?

To meet a truly happy man.
Will he bring happiness?
Or anger at his fortune.
The truth is he is poor.

He never won the lottery.
He never got married.
He never did well at school.
He always got picked on.

But he remains happy.
This man doesn't rely on the external.
He knows the true meaning of independence.
His mind will never wear thin.

A Stop Sign in my Mouth.

Looking out into the sun.
Yesterdays night is done.
The crimson borders glimmer
Then morning calls my name.

Our shadows are holding hands.
It's a moments silence.
This can't slip in the sands.
Or my heart has deceived me.

You want to get out of your shell.
I want to tell everyone your melody.
But the words just don't come out.
There is now a stop sign in my mouth.

We embrace for the last time.
It's not the same as yesterdays.
The glint in your eyes are gone.
Intoxication isn't fit for love.

Conflict in the mind

Simmering away in the pot.
Community flourishes like bacteria.
Propaganda rules like the nucleus.
The unholy philosophy, evolution.

Truth seen is truth heard.
But bias drives the heads of many.
Take your own experience and know.
Make your own conclusions and think.

Textbook theories.
Some say throw them aside.
Science will tell you to find proof.
The unspoken rule in today's generation.

The world is like an oyster.
Where prejudice rules.
People are too afraid to offend.
Instead of taking their own steps forward.

Science is slowly dying.
As it disagrees with today's minds.
The theological mind.
The atheist mind.

Behold the heretic, the mutant.
Forgive them for they know not.
But everyone tries to justify.
Until you find the answer.

This is why they are no longer searching.
I would be glad if one book had the answer.
If it were the truth it would make life easy.
But alas, the quest for knowledge continues.

Uncontrollable Emotion.

Even though you sit on the lyres chair.
You must move here and be honest.
Emotion may dawn upon us.
We may feel anger.

But I ask of you to come here.
I will say to you these words.
Everything I have done.
Has been in good intentions.

Do not be mad as I entertain too.
I want the same things as you do.
So why can we not talk and be through?
We could be done with this jealousy.

I have been a good person.
Tried to help those in need.
But now we want the same thing.
I find my life is full of greed.

The nature of the Prodigy

Bestow upon me talent.
For it will give me vanity.
It seeps through the cracks.
The prodigy knows and acts this way.

Simmering in a pot of glory.
Creating a beautiful smell.
Wafting across the world.
Inspiring the less fortunate.

The image of perfection.
A thorn from a rose.
He is a creation of his music.
It is but a tumor, melding into one.

A giant blob of greatness.
Never learning the new ideas.
Living off his early works.
He turns on the tv.

Car Crash

Like giving birth inside a peanut.
The breath flies around.
The sound bounces back.
The walls are keeping me in.

Like a running man with buckling legs.
The helplessness encumbers.
The pride slowly dissipates.
The happiness fades.

Like a cat tied to a stick.
The flow to your head rushes fast.
The anxious wait to be taken down.
The dependent nature of the unable.

Like punching a hungry bear in the face.
The concentrated pain through your body.
The problems begin from your mistake.
The immortal being is brought down.

Be still and carry on.

With eyes closed, he ponders.
Knowing the right way to go.
Studying images imprinted.
Live life and learn.
Be still, and carry on.

But where do I go?
Forward but backwards?
Won't the closing repeat?

Knowing yesterday, the deceit.
As history suggests the nations fall.
And great men rise to the top.
Live life and learn.
Be still and carry on.

Mother Earth

Mother earth is a symbol of beauty
Of green tranquility and peace.
With silent birds, alert and aware.
Safely tucked away in trees.

They see predators on the ground
And Lions slinking around.
Trying to find their way up.
To shake their world to the ground.

When a little sparrow goes down.
Hoping to find food on the forest floor.
Quickly swiped away by the waiting animals.
Mother earth is unforgiving.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow there will be Art.
Tomorrow there will be Beauty.
Tomorrow there will be Science.
Tomorrow there will be Synergy.
Tomorrow there will be Meaning.
Tomorrow there will be Perfection.

Today there is Focus.
Today there is Vanity.
Today there is Study.
Today there is Debate.
Today there is Confusion.
Today there is Fear.

Yesterday there was Nothing.
Yesterday there was Imperfection.
Yesterday there was Mistakes.
Yesterday there was War.
Yesterday there was Ambiguity.
Yesterday there was Fallacy.

Music

Funk lines with mellow vibes.
Love separates the phonies.
Awaiting to feel the pulse.
A mixture of dirt and raw emotion.
Leaving me dry from my fix.
The music is what drives us.
As it steals our insanity.
Becoming a monstrous entity.
The groove flows on.

Conditioned

Awaken, the right side of the bed.
My milk is spilt on the ground.
I can count the remaining drops.
Having failed everything I ever tried.
But enjoyed the process.
Some say I'm crazy.
I'm just an optimist.

Catagories

Idealists.
Romantics.
Surrealists.
Theatrics.
Stylists.
Pedantics.
Spiritualists.
Dogmatics.
Survivalists.
Economics.

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