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
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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
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.