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
Category: Insights
Lyrics, Poems, Ramblings. Some just trail off into garbled confusion, real stream of conscience nonsense. Feel free to contribute in comments.
Unwritten
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
Collaboration Collective
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.
Hide the Pain
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.
Love And Presence
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
Emit It
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
Let it Be
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
Convey It Forward
I wish to say What I feel each day And pay the price, in hindsight It wages better than restraint Why remain in the shade Caved in, playing, portraying fables And charades, afraid Of what may lay beyond the hazy faint glow Of light that shines right into The cradle from whence we came Does it not awaken some innate Sense of exploration depraved Does it not suggest Some gesture that we just might be meant for Something more than lives spent In entrenchment surrendered But for enrichment And adventure The quest for questions And answers hence forth To measure our beliefs Against possibilities We will transcend our sense of ease For posterity.
Set Sail
I hope my ego will let me be at sea Keep at bay, perhaps will stay While I sail bravely Out into the capped waves Unafraid of the vague Unmapped, and unnamed Unknown, no longer keep Me coasting and safe While I may need the lighthouses To beacon round cape fear I still steer into the dreary Sights nearly disappear That’s what attracts me Where maps don’t exactly capture clear Nearly capsizing trying to navigate The atmosphere Yet persevere Headlong, headstrong, pressing on Solitary yet your sense of self Extends beyond the shore.
Importance
What you think is most important to you Probably isn't You can hardly, arguably Make that decision going in It's a retrospective distinction Recognition in the rear view A tearful glimpse Not premonition clear proof You don't know what's so meaningful At the time, naive to Seeing your truth In the moment the real you is real loose Our movements through the universe Skewed by mistruths Misuse of our given gifts Of unique use Luckily for us They usually sneak through Despite our best efforts Of trying to be immune To being our raw selves Being able to sit and chew The meat and juice of who we are As being individuals We will view in our memory And steadily recognize The times we showed up They'll be petrified In our minds Who we were, deep through the facade Faults and flaws and all That's what makes us who we are .
To Be Frank: 