People always asking
“What do you plan
On doing with your
“What do you wish
“Who do you want
And I say
That’s like asking a seed
“So, how do you breathe,
What will you produce,
And what will you grow into?”
Well gee, I dunno
I just hope I’m not a weed
That can’t breed clones.
Isn’t the ideal and act of living
Alone enough for a blessing?
Why worry over such trivial
If I am wrong please tell me.
Our gorgeous blue Earth,
On which we of course inhabit
As our natural habitat,
is currently spinning in cosmic orbit
On its tilted axis that took
Some 4.5 billon years to finally
Cultivate life systems
That we now interact with, access,
And ascended from
Advancing into this current
Second trickling away before us.
The golden age has arrived.
as We cry but why?
Skin will continue to wrinkle
Even if there’s now make-up
And plastic surgeons
To cover up unwanted blemishes
Or enhance those physical attributes
And can’t forget about dem’s morticians too
Open casket funerals
That make the dead look worse
Than they used to.
There’s no escaping death
No matter how young
You look in your appearance.
This is Life which is
All things come and go only
To return yet again.
We have transcended space and
Time and my oh my how does this
Realization not bring one chills up the spine
manifested in flesh with an
Consciousness that is remarkably potent
Yet terribly aware
Of all the wrong ingredients
That taste a lot like ridiculous nonsense
And very little like free willed freedom.
I happened to come across the instructions
To the recipe which was written
A little something like this:
“After baking a bittersweet artificial composition
At 40 degrees Celsius
You will produce a rich robust flavor
As well as a rather pleasing aroma once thoroughly finished,
Stimulating the nostrils and palate when pressed against
The taste buds with fingertips or cutlery.
Oh so lovely and penchant,
teeth grinding upon
And digesting this particular dish
Down the hatch just smoothly.
(All in the matter of only
A billion minutes)
Contains extremely detrimental Artificial madness and
Disadvantageous Artificial complications which will in turn
Eventually need artificial solutions
To devour this entire artificial construction.
(Ah and may frequently sometimes
Cause obstructed heart failure.)”
There’s billions of stars
afar at no war with each other,
Billions of other planets
In a Billion Mother galaxy’s
And as our universe is constantly expanding
And crafting entities
Our minds are rapidly contracting
While we sit here
Contemplating and answering
Like obsessive paparazzi.
We look for the worst in all things
And never have the common courtesy
To spawn an original thought
As we respond with just
Man I can’t predict the future
And even if I could what’s Life then
Without surprises, a bore?
So I’m dying every night,
Reborn each dark north star morn before
That bright light of Sunrise strikes
My face and eye through the blinds.
I am always changing
Never ever backward
Only forward toward
the better lore
Like those nearby surrounding
Tree leaves, moon phase, and ocean tides
Fluctuating in my sense of time.
So one day I may say
this or that more, that or this less but
When I’m awake by fate
Introduced to a new present
Open with infinite decisions,
I am looking
At a different image my friends,
Painted another picture and
Flipped another page again
With the ink pen in my right hand
Ready to begin the next sentence
After the ending period
That completed my last past sequence of events.
The only constant is evolution
So I will live and die by the hand of this
Valuable fleeting yet infinite instant to develop
A genuine Me.
Think about it,
Ponder this concept
For a moment,
What are the chances
This is really happening?
And by all means I don’t mean
To come off as dramatic
Or sound selfish
Or be mystifying
Because I wish this
Message to be grasped,
Utilized by everybody,
For everybody, for We
A universal revolution
Of a world constructed by
love, openness, and
The ability to actually
Pursue a true happiness
Must become our primary
Focus as a race of human beings.
I just want to let my feet
Walk and let my mind
I just want to be free
To seek dream and create
And that reality doesn’t
Need to be named or be tamed
Or be placed in any category
Pigeon holed into performing
One particular dutiful duty
For the rest of your Earthly existence!
Belonging to a certain solitary
Class representing social status!
Under rule by fools who wear suits,
Bullshit each other at their country club pool,
Shake cold unaffectionate hands,
And smile false grins with conman tooths!
Who make you choose between the two
Political cabinets in this fabricated
Competition where your money/vote for
Democrat or republican folk
Has no factual or actual significance because either
Way the “elected” president will carry out
The exact same agenda as his running opponent.
Both Promising transformation but truly
Wielding cruel intentions with a
Burning desire to be noticed and
Respected as this sense of great power
Redirecting your attention
To the blank screen of your television
Or computer monitor.
Wishing and hoping and succeeding
to control you,
Play your mood
With their clever moves
From their deceitful news
Played on your new 62 inch plasma tube
Justifying the world around you
And all the things you do,
So they own your home too,
Wave a flag that’s red, white, and blue
From your porch stoop
All for such paltry reasons
I live for quality equality, happy deeds, and peace
And I don’t need no Teach to preach
to me about the philosophy of moneys meaning,
liberty, life, strife, pride in
material consuming supposedly to “surplus” the economy,
and corrupting our ways of learning in schools
Subtly conditioning an egotistical brain
Engineered to change
youthful thinking into the idea that majority is “cool”
Underlining these rules, dogmatic structures,
And emphasizing curtsies or bow downs
To the police hounds and any other “higher”
Authority seeming to be deceivingly “above” We.
To speak these words describing the peaches
And the cream, the honey and the bees,
When you’ve got to see these things
From your own unique point of view.
Please, Don’t be sold
Or carried away like stones by the stream.
Get experienced, seek truth
Because there’s not a
Single soul out there
Been greater than you.
You’ve got the gold.
You’ve got the tools
Read the clues.
You’ve got the spirit,
This dove has flew