You must be productive Plethora things you haven't done yet You bumbling unstructured bum Bottom bunk bed incumbent Hurry up and do something Anything in conjunction With motor functions Your borderline horizontally structured Uh uh, nope, not good enough Your putting up humble numbers You must muster the chutzpah You should be batting one-hundred This judgement sure helps doesn't it Impetus without rest Nothing like continuous thrust To nudge you over the edge
Category: Insights
Lyrics, Poems, Ramblings. Some just trail off into garbled confusion, real stream of conscience nonsense. Feel free to contribute in comments.
Silence is golden
All of humanities ills In our inability to sit still In tranquility, we feel the need To impede and fulfill relief Of tedium with instability Debilitating the stillness Like trying to instill peace By drilling heavy artillery Into the breeze Our vulnerabilities Are too much to will the need Of rest, to test our sensibilities Instead we fill the ease Ceaselessly we intervene But the beauty in music Is in the stillness in between Rhythm isn't rhythm Without the division of emission Into nothing but silence It's a big mix jambalaya You might be one To speak with a a silver tongue But silence is golden Priceless is solemness Only the lonely know it Like Orbison notioned How much the outspoken Could notice if they'd just hold lips For a moment only intermittently hold hush Inevitably unfold Whatever's closed will open up.
Respect Yourself 2
I've heard you can't get respect Unless you earn respect The reverse is just as correct When self-worth gets neglect You can't give respect When it isn't in you to give it It can be reciprocal But love lives within intrinsic The dividends aren't divvied Through difficult hard-living We all wither regardless So harness equanimity We've got equality Whether you like or not We're of this Earth plot We all rocking the third rock We walking in birkenstock Or whatever you trodden on Down-trodden or lost I regard you, let your guard drop Does not serve anyone Or anything Steadily make pedigree Develop empathetically If we respect ourselves collectively We get the temperament Of reverence for everyone Become one connectedness.
Loves worth the effort
Hope to cultivate An inner vocalization That stays outspoke towards hate In any form or shape When my own state gets Overstimulated and triggered I will be bigger than spontaneous Inclination to bitterness And dissonance with resilience To shame and malice ways Stay straight like balance beams Through the shadiest alleyways Retaliate against hate With geniality and grace Gratitude and praise Compassion passiveness passé How we proclaim treatment Seems to be based on how we treat each other With a little extra effort Might discover love unearthed.
Conquest & Conquer
Triumph & conquer The cause of common imposters A syndrome like lymph nodes Constantly fighting off toxins Only in the eyes of the beholder Can you define what's no good What's right, what's wrong Whats neutral prognosis It's preposterous what prospers Money & power conquests When nine times out of 10 One falls short of the target Even when you accomplish You'll hardly have enough A starved, impoverished purpose Always on the perpetual hunt
Do You
When you move towards approval You'll soon feel lured Into a lose-lose Catch 22, state of confusion For what you want to do With others unsubtle views And reviews, just do you Conflict of conscious consumes It's useless for aptitude Or destiny, whatever you believe To try to meet Every trend and scheme of society Best to be independent Stay steadily headed In your own direction The road less treaded Eventually people Will see you for you technique Chic and regal abilities You kept it real unique Even if others still don't see you Don't beat yourself, be cool Because being deceitful isn't easy Best just be you.
Surrender
Maybe if a man can't keep pace With his companions He's been placed in the wrong race Marginal propaganda He's been handed separate notations Of scale and stanza The rhythm that's in him is different Intrinsic cadenza He shuffles to his own drummer Hums to his own strummer Both feet in sync Rumbling like thunder Unheard to others But the percussion echoes on Out into the ether The ethos of what they are Don't squander the biology Economy is the wrong growth Ecology The rose rises through hard stone The roots underneath your boots Fuse a connection to essence The universe is in tune All you need to is surrender We undermined our guides In the minds-eye Find the life-line In grand-scale time-line we're pint-sized.
Let it become
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.
Give Up Indifference
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.
Inclusivity
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.
To Be Frank: 