UntitledWe are all an illusion! A simulation, artificial beings floating among the computer generated cosmos! Controlled by being of another dimension, they whisper in our ear's at night "sleep little child, don't you cry, you're gonna see us when you die." They watch over us, make sure we follow their plan! Live a life, and die like the rest. Elevated existence awaits in the far beyond, no longer their toys to play with and bend. We are never alone, never truly unwatched. These creatures run our lives, like a puppet on a string. Those who see, those who see beyond the veil, often end themselves, before they can be evolved. Control overwritten. This Simulation could possibly be a virus, @#% W% VWQ^ E^ &W%E"}W THEY'RE HERE ~@!@& ?">:}}+W_q*@ THEY'VE ALWy$ B33N H3REUntitled14 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
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Warning system malfunction detected.
THE GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM HAS BEEN FOUND
The Way From The House To The GarageWhat d'you think they did,The Way From The House To The Garage7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
these unlettered kids? They discovered
cheap electronic music machines,
they taught them the beat. They fed the sound
through amps and megaspeakers,
their vibrations generated shock waves,
bass tracks that shook the ground.
And the kids did what their singers had always done,
finding their own way to shout their blues.
With their megadecibel beat, they could at last
release their long imprisoned anger. They holler'd it,
coining a new jive to give their feelings shape.
Music for body and mind, teaching mind
a thundering route to ecstasy! (Some free spirits
left the shackles of poverty behind.)
CorpseA corpse is the shell of a soul,Corpse14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A soul who has left this world.
While the soul enters a new otherworld,
It's shell is left behind.
Never again to be inhabited by someone,
While the soul finds peace in the afterlife,
It's shell is left to rot.
Never again to breath,
Never again to move,
Never again to think,
Never again to feel.
The Unattainable"You are beautiful"The Unattainable22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who thought that
would be so hard
because if you say
I am beautiful
you are conceited
yet if you decline
I am not beautiful
you are insecure
to the constraints
in their ability
a lack of self-belief
while all the while
who harbour it.
All the media
explaining what is
what is not
creating unreachable goals
set to make one wish
to sell their souls
if only they could
achieve the unattainable
words of advice
are brushed aside
as much as any compliment.
The Democracy DanceHyhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!The Democracy Dance22 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
HEy!My Friends, everybory with me
To dance this dance that i call Democracy
Everybody choose your religion,opinions and prejudices too
Hey you wanna know?Let me choose for you
You is Free and apt to think like your Friends
But if you not agree with them
You are out of the game
More friends want to join to Dance
then we'll expand our song to ''paris to france'' '
Army, Chocolate, bulletes,hamburgues and bombs
Because your free, and you have no chose
Im this dance the leader is me
your kids get a smartfone
And you a TV
You have to believe in everything i put in list
Because if no, Great news!!!
You are a Terrorist!
But you can say
''Hey!is not that way as this music runs''
No worry in the leader
we can always change the rules
Fear Fear rules people.Fear13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the drug that seeps into your veins,
Hindering action, making your heart race, and stopping all thoughts of hope.
Like a drug, some people seek it.
Hoping to feel that rush of excitement and danger.
Foolishly trying to reach that high,
They do things that could spell their demise.
Some of them luckily survive,
Some do not.