TrappedI'm trapped in my own body, hereMore Like This
I want more cosmic presence
I don't want this mortality,
This human evanescence.
I'm trapped in my own mind here,
I'm longing to be free
I want to see the universe,
Be anyone but me.
I can't expand my consciousness
With such things in my way
As morals, money, fitting in,
School, work, food, life, and play.
I wish I never had been born
In so blinded a place
As Earth, where arrogance abound
Inflicts the human race.
Can I explore the cosmos?
Live in eternity?
I wish to not be bound to Earth,
I wish that I could see.
To be a part of nothing
Is all I wish to be.
Who Am I?~ Who Am I? ~More Like This
I am the Atheist
For I am lustful to delve into questions.
Headstrong in my boundless curiosity.
Accepting beauty for beauty
in fearless veracity.
I am the Buddhist
For I dine in the noble truths of suffering.
Yearning peace of mind, to end these inner cycles.
Enlightenment through coherence
and the negation of idols
I am the Muslim
For I hold a passion for a true oneness.
An utter devotion to the divine,
through deeds of charity
and rituals sublime
I am the Hindu
For I tread along realms of the spiritual.
Tracing my soul along that of the Brahman.
Beholding my part in this cosmos
so my sense of belonging hardens.
Still I am the Christian
For its how my blood accepted me into this world.
I attempt to live through true humility.
Invest a love far greater than I,
for benevolence far higher than me
I am the hopeful Agnostic,
For I am stardust and flame.
An eternal comfort,
A soft breath of my exhaled name.
I am the poet
and a heartbeat that soothes.
and yes, I am l
Believe In Your Way of LivingDon't listen to the liesMore Like This
That spout about here and there
Some think they know our expiration date
Others say our world is in danger
Of some unknown force maybe
These people lie to stir fear
They love to watch us squirm
Scaring our souls to no limit
Don't believe the crazies
Their just a bunch of idiots
Don't believe in what you hear
Don't be lead a stray
Live your life the way you want
Believe in your own philosophy
Believe in your way of living
Thats the only way to survive
In a world thats gone all crazy
But there is still goodness
Hidden within this world
There is always misinformation
Drifting here and there
To make people believe stupid things
Making them buy into such nonsense
Let me tell you stop reading junk
Open your eyes to the truth
That resides in your heart
The human race will be around forever
As long as time keeps on ticking
We got all the time in the world
To help our planet
Return its balance
Make our dreams come true
Live our lives to the fullest
For life is a big mys
Constant VigilanceSymbols and subliminal messagesMore Like This
Gestures and bloody rituals
Mysteries and secret societies
Our world is no longer safe
They hear us, they see us
They know us, they stalk us
They corrupt us with their products
They want us to join their clan
Hidden in plain sight
We see them, we notice them
But we do not recognize them
For they have disinformed us
Mind control is their aim
Our idols are their puppets
While the master remains hidden
"Sell your soul for fame and money"
Our idols have become Fame Monsters
And we are cheering for them
They want us to worship them
Rather than believing in ourselves
Propagandas and conspiracies
Criminal experiments on the human mind
Unsolved murders, innocent victims
A system based on lies, drugs and money
Protect your ears and your eyes
You cannot believe anything anymore
Of what you hear or see or read
They have infiltrated our lives
Reason your senses
Research and try to understand
Don't let them invade your brain
Knowledge is freedom
The Ravages of TimeThe Ravages of Time never cease to do what they must,More Like This
ageing and changing, degrading from clay to dust.
So how do you expect to win if Time is taking a toll?
Your armies will crumble and stumble, withering as a whole.
What power could dare defy the Lord of Time?
What proof do you need to see that it is sublime?
Your life is but a candle that your parents lit;
time's taking a deep breath, exhales - and that's it.
A Loss for SanityColors meld,More Like This
In quiet contemplation,
Like a motley whirlpool,
of this imposed indoctrination,
As I ponder my station,
blues and oranges,
Eyes open in sedation,
Pinks and greens,
Alone in my isolation,
A mural of nature,
Against sanity's annihilation,
I struggle but cannot find,
Why these thoughts plague my mind,
When alone I sit at night,
And they cause me much a fright,
Mindlessly running through my life,
Move to the hand and take a bite,
Let me know I'm still alive,
That I exist, that I will die,
That I can fight and still move on,
That there was purpose when I am gone,
That it actually mattered all along,
There is purpose here, you see,
But it is not for you and me,
To know or think or find or feel,
It slithers back like the sneaky eel,
Out of grasp, out of reach,
Still we look, still we seek,
Why do we wish to know this thing,
That of which we'll never sing,
Yet pushing me from those I care for,
As my mind it finds a c
Who Are You?All I say comes back to me in twisted dogma,More Like This
Life scripts, and force-fed lies,
With puppet-strings still visible through thin and wavering auras,
Actors in off-Broadway plays hoping for that break-out role
After several thousand tries
And "Dr. Kildare"
Settling instead for butcher, baker, candlestick-maker,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy;
Oprah in the afternoon,
And Tea-parties resurrecting the swastika sign.
"Indoctrination is the key, a better life for you and me.
Get the message to kids at their own tea-parties,
Replace their dollies with Beck and O'Reilly,
Pictures of Mao, the Dolly llama,
Dr. Phil, and Olberman.
Let them figure out which one is right,
With a game of Cowboys And Indians."
I place my faith in what they see:
Silly adults who don't drink tea.
"Be a mother, be a bomber.
Be a daddy, a used-car salesman.
Be the law and here's a gun.
Here are tanks to project our honour,
And Kevlar hats for everyone.
DownfallMore Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si