Observance is the source To all things, total chi You hold it all in you But when evoked, blossom seeds Awoke with these emotions Dormant, gilded and vaulted Waiting to slowly open And expose slumbering knowledge Start to consider loved souls Who've shut closed Keep their chapter dog eared With a bookmark exposed Look hard at your conscious They are there beyond essence Ask them for guidance In a quest for souls contentment.
Freedom Of
I wish to say What I feel today With reservations that I may Contradict when I wake On the morrow, I will borrow New credos, new morals To follow, headstrong on Like Edward r Murrow No McCarthy headlong Foolhardy hardnose I’m an ardent advocate Against labels & bar codes Goes against the star spangled Francis Scott Keye We are free, America No oligarchy. Possibly?
Scarcity
Conventionally Work is pleasant and rewarding Conform early, learn the basics Demonstrate accordingly But more and more it seems We've learned a yearning in our core To be free in essence To be let loose from the hoard We are not so sure Of our purpose anymore Or the meaning of being Who we are, and what for It’s no mystery Cultures of drugs and promiscuity Is consistently habitual By so many in mutiny Wanting to be something different A gem, a rarity Disease of our society We feed souls of scarcity.
Self Respect
I demand respect Yet give less to myself In the end will I know The measure of my own wealth? In the end Self worth begets worthiness Pay it forward By paying yourself the first cents Have sense of self respect And you'll never feel empty Eventually it may sink in Into the depths of me.
Hard Lessons
The chateau cast a shadow Across every thing on the block Starkly contrasting Our own hovel of tin and tree-bark Mt. Olympus, rose above us Gods amongst us mere mortals Ironic how easy a job To look down towards you nose to, The forlorn, the scorned Misfortunate and distressed Hard lesson the oppressed Must swallow and accept
Separatism
There’s been permanent permutation In our civilization Face changes that may not be Regained with further urbanization Toxins will wash away it all We’re washed away with it We’re just ripples sent drifting Disappearing in the distance We’ll be a glimpsed reminder Of an empire that set fire To environments For our own lonely dominance and pride it went Those who already suffer worsen They always suffer the worse with Our third person rubbernecking Concern for our own nourishment We turn away nervously We carry our own burden Instead of sharing the weight We bare each taking turns with it When the weight leans into us We usually just step away Now we’re all shaking in place Complacent, it's too much to take For any one of us As individuals we're hypocritical It’s critical, let separatism finish Or isolate ourselves Decisions, decisions...
Minor Loss Major Flaw
How is it possibly so strong That it affects me at such a cost? Minor loss becomes major flaw I pride myself in nonchalance Spend time on methodical thought Primed, primped, and propped Not a nerve out of order I NEVER draw outside the box? Why?
Real Wealth
I’m happy to take directions No shame, no stress Appreciate selflessness Helps you as much as me I sense To give a lending hand to fellow man Who cannot help themselves Is to welcome gentle development Connection is real wealth.
Bowl Cycle
No one seems to notice They only shrug they shoulders And go about business as normal Their ordinary rapport but I'm spiraling in a downward Cycle like the toilet bowl My s### disposable to most Decompose and erode They too hard nosed to notice It's no-ones fault but my own, I dig my own hole It's time to climb out and smell the roses
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Leviathan
An indifferent individual With limited dividends Hanging by a thread Swallowed by the corporate Leviathan Sick of admiring the rich and famous While we sit in anguish Can't go against the grain Bang your head against the pavement.
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