Allow yourself to tear up When you feel you need Something to tear up The nearest perishable frail construct Kerosene it all in a bon fire Bon voyage, au revoir Bon appetit for destruction Guns & rose pompon Super bon bon Got your soul coughing When you could just nod Acknowledging heart-felt honesty See emotions blossom and release You soften in the process Tension seize Without the need for toxic identity We've all got a small sum Of Nostradamus inside us That knows, Our consciousness Yet watches in calmness vitalic Let it be Like a Beatle once said No need for dysfunction, disruption Just be with omnipresence instead.
It's oft forgotten more often than not The common paradox Inherent in our Common place cause It's hardly camouflaged That it's far more optimum To give than to receive Yet we keep reaching with cupping palms up We're at odds Rather gain others acknowledgment nods Carving wild tales Like modern Scheherazades At what cost? To what ends? No regard to false facades It's merely fluff to garner followers Hypocrisy flaunt God forbid we aren't in spotlights Outright competition we exhibit With anyone Who gets within our jurisdiction No position is worth resistance To coherency consistent With brotherhood, sisterhood Wish we could give up our indifference.
Living a life of striving Yet not arriving Always grinding the grindstone Though it slowly becomes sloped & misaligning Broken with unfocused Slicing and dicing wide open I look foolish trying to use these tools With fueled emotion Is it hopeless? knowing what to fix Is an enormous riddle Drilling holes into surfaces Just to return and fill them in With formative middle, juvenile years Unfortunately drear Jeers from teachers & peers Steer us into fear Inferiority complex A minority outcast Logically nonsense, yet It's plausible in contrast To the support that's offered to blossom Whether or not you fit in With the prim and proper scholarly Pompous obnoxious dipsh*ts Distance from this split philosophy Seems harder and harder to achieve It's a mockery in a time Of "tolerance" and "equality" sheesh.
If your identification Based upon possessions You'll be facing a regression Relating to inner essence An extension of self maybe But parading gucci sweaters? prada dresses? Versace faux leather Whatever you call expression? If that's how you reflect yourself With a projected hubris You've consumed yourself with This delusion of consumerism Assuming you've got something Beneath the costume The clown suit, you've become a clown Ronald Mcdoonald A prop of corporate ruin Cultural skew of wholesome values They trash values Have to dig deep through refuse Landfill, to find what really fills You up with substance Instead of substance filling up at max Suffering succotash you'll suffer fast Upperclass habits Can be traded for the basics Of practicing daily gratitude Of our integral human nature
You can be a well-versed Bookworm in nature preserved But unconcerned with the nature Of learning in the real world Real virtues be lost virtually Personal improvement is stalled And distorted a shortage Of evolution involved The exposure to vulnerabilities That are needed for growth Instead focusing on minutia The confusion of control Coordinated subordinate No equitable position Except the orderly resources The illustrated and scripted To explore the unwritten The unlimited composition With literature is a window To live through it is true living
I'm tempted to believe That everyone is against me In these disconnected times Divided by intersecting lines Yet I know no-one intends To resent another Even when we offend each other Its through discontenting hurts In our selves The impression kept that we're vetted against Yet we all live with this pain We're more connected than credited It isn't me against you Or us against them With such envy and resentment It doesn't come to better ends That transcend Tensive, pensive expectations Thirst will never be quenched then Only dehydration So escape the expectations And change this perception For the connection to others Collaboration collective.
Through hustle and bustle One mustn't fuss bout the struggle no Leaving our frontal lobe muscles Bulging like punches thrown Call us knuckleheads then I guess We're flexing temples While our endocrine glands Be famished, flummoxed and fed slow Left standing half-stunned Stumbling bumbling clubfootedness About to erupt something up Like mount Vesuvius Through the foolishness Of trying to get our grips Hiding inner conflicts often Though struggles we all got them Lets just be honest.
Every thought That crosses the mind Needn't follow the vibration Of molecules outside Keep silent and mindful With kindness to listen Inquisitiveness isn't Vital for interest Just give into undivided Intent attention A sense of perception That needn't be mentioned What a blessing it is To receive someones essence Expressed, respect it With lent love and presence
You cannot change stressors Unless you accept them So give acceptance to the presence Of unwelcome senses In yourself, don't neglect them Only once you can love them Can you let them relinquish And ascend up above them We're wholly holistic in essence With inner conflict That needs balance Like seesaws sit So sit In deep thought and consciousness, And embark and evolve Let emotions emit
I cannot discern between Developing a habit that'll hurt me Or help me Concerned with melding wellbeing Guess there is no way to tell No sure thing, only learning It's worth failing just to know In your soul what is worthy But how to be certain How long before you start causing harm You've gone too far Time to acknowledge that somethings wrong Time to disarm the constant quarreling In regarding of everything Maybe questioning is the suffering Best just let it be