He is greatness you say That may be a tad fallacious His patience to new opinions Stands shaky with each day "Yes but he doesn't need to reason You see, he's a genius Don't let deceiving views Of disbelief get between us" So what does that make me and you? Unexceptional? Since we're not special at all Just some regular fools? Or expendables!? "Well I guess maybe that's just you Got to get with the best while you can, Or get screwed."
Category: Insights
Lyrics, Poems, Ramblings. Some just trail off into garbled confusion, real stream of conscience nonsense. Feel free to contribute in comments.
Blend in with the Bedlam
Never get a fair shake When the wealth ain't spread It gets shared among snakes They slick & shed skin Blend into the hedges Venom make us all hectic Yet they talk so sweet Make us feel diabetic I don’t get it Are we so discontented? We let wolves into the hen-pen Just to get some incentive If you could get the opportunity To be anything you fantasized Would you know what to do with it? Could you actualize? Ask sometime.
Be the Difference
How come When you want to help, or be helped It’s hell Get played like free cell But they don’t free cells Least when profits keep swelled At the expense of other Peoples free will For cheap thrills We find our societies position Be enticed with pleasure Or be punished for resistance Theres no stomach for stoicism Let's bring into fruition Listening and good intentions Instead of alienated decisions Be the difference.
Compassion
Work with me not against me Man my patience is empty No envy left in me Ain't impressed with legacy Empathy is the ingredient You're missing in the recipe It's everything The salt and pepper seeds My proof theory is that Ain't have to prove s*** Theres so many factors That vary, carry into success Or lack thereof, It's a crap shoot So you have to Do unto others What you'd have them have do True Compassion
Con Ads
They only tell you what you can’t do Not what you can Options are limited Stop signs and red lights like Roxanne No options are there Nothings offered its not fair Yet they dangle the prospect Out there in the air Of fame and prosperity And all that hogwash Nonsense, advertisement Feeding the harvest crops I’m not falling man You already got us Hopping over obstacles That's everywhere propped up But you can't con us No more, no sir We don't serve the conglomerate When we broke it don't work.
Drug Ads
You better think twice Whatever lies you're peddling, I ain't settling with whatever My ties be severing Trying to better my life Not forever convalescent Check the supplements Collecting up there on my dresser Time to forget em Step up, be adept and adapt No longer adopting The option to drain untapped Be abstract, like Jackson Pollock With no toll or cost, hardwork Struggle is artwork Go ahead and let your art flourish.
Harmony
Words may be evading But musics the translator When the orchestration congregates Communication interpretator All the world understands Common language of song Hum along with homonyms The rhythms constant in its cause In it's grandeur, no grand staff mandatory Just need to feel it It pulses on through you Like DNA helix No secrets withheld No unwelcome, no unequal No unwanted, no deceitful, No single Scarlett seal, The waves vibration Through all space and time And when they align All harmony unites.
Tolerance
What we can’t live with Won’t ever let us be And eventually it will rear it's head Like a venom sting From an unoffending frog Beautiful, soft facade But don’t dare touch it Cause you might catch darts Tenderly poisonous You must always adjust To not disrupt the comfort Avoiding through mistrust May get rushed to the gurney bus You are not impervious to this But give in to the mayhem And gain some tolerance
Neural Chemistry
I’ve got a dysfunctional Limbic structure or something Biological, I do not know It’s obvious for nothing The cause a long list of theoreticals I probably checkbox them all While my baffling episodes Continue to sprawl Awkwardly and all that Brain matter in constant combat Make contact with true self Now thats a hearty laugh But I'll fall for that.
Similar Souls
Sick of feeling boxed in Parts of me, I do not understand The underhanded advice offered Identify and prosper plans Find your competent qualities And fit in proper The only thing that I have discovered I do not fit the slot marks To one thing or another Man, where is the comfort The southern comfort Always having one foot in gutter The other in the shrubs Why am I so unsure Call it an “ imposter” trait What am I good for My sense of hope Is the simple knowing tone The understanding that comes From those similar souls.
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