We all know close-minded folks With blinds pulled over their eyes Disguised, sheeps clothes Lion with no pride So prideful nonetheless Spiteful, deceitful Regrettably, it just might be Present climate season We imply perceived niceties To keep our needs within reach Means to an end To pretend and receive ends Get ahead, who can condemn In a culture of bad news Catch-22's Relaxed and cool is a fools attribute Rather act like brutes Talking trash In fastfood drive-throughs To every last bastard that moves Attitudes are flat opposed To the status quo Even though that unique view Is matched by most Wearing these castes of alloy To mask and cope as outcasts Coat of arms attached To defend against attacks Though offense is relative Insults theoretical Reactions from backtalk Adjunct for each individual Ambiguous Fighting against what doesn't exist And when it does exist, we miss it Because we're too busy in conflict.
Tag: Insight
Certainty Ambiguity
We chase certainty Perceive the unknown as alien Instead of handing over control We proceed to mail it in Leave it in the junk bin To prevent latent grief And other brief tensions Encumbrances we meet Should puncture some vents In our bubble, let the air in it Better yet Venturing outside our airless aquarium Our built nest, platos cave Once we're unchained Our behavior then becomes strange To the layman that remain So instead we don't escape And don't let anyone else enter in To shelter our sheltered view True maldevelopment Collective madness Attributes of absolutes Prevent contamination With a polluted vacuum Which is counterintuitive Counteractive to congruity We all pursue to be set free With ambiguity Thinking we can control All variables is hysterical We may not know whats good for us Go with the breeze as it flows.
Self-Righteous Blindfold
I'm sick of advice Especially when the giver is mine own Like I have the right Self righteously blindfold Myself with selfish pride Against what I find identifies As a minor slight An offense exemplified Misanalysed regrettably I recognize, apologize Try to resolve my hollow spite An amoral bind I'm misunderstood Or maybe I misunderstand When I put my foot in my mouth Instead of lend one a hand Decide others woulds and shoulds Without being put Afoot in their reality All my putdowns are true fallacies The nerve or grounds, to serve around My personal concerns Is so impersonal Shows no backbone or vertebra That happens when this cloud Of outcast self-doubt Powerlessness Is the foundation throughout Structure becomes a house of cards Shaking, swaying just waiting That it is in fact safe With shameless validating My unstable ways I didn't build them solitarily But socially, culturally Environmentally ill-conceived But mindfully through readjustment With beams and sheetrock Maybe I'll remain upright With others to lean on.
To Be Frank: 