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
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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.
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
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.
Pretentious Plain Janes
Release your need to achieve To be the receiving end of everything Please don't deem Achievement enviably Direct recognition With abbreviated letters To be addressed for success Your are subsequently better Than whatever headers is left With the rest of us At least that's how it's perceived No phd etc Separate you and us Pretentious vs the plain janes We just maintain Never cultivate our brainwaves Stuck on the perception One another's misdirection Is why we suffer collectively If only we got the message
Finding Space
To be unshaken, undeterred Nurturing your nerves Burglars can ransack your house No valuables are preserved Yet you take the opportunity To observe space undisturbed The emptiness has a sense of Peace unperturbed They departed with your earnings But moon and stars still circle Real worth is Space where possibilities may surface.
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Be Open
Having a mind that is fully open And closed to nothing Opinions, philosophies Religions, and customs Don't be reluctant To what opposes your upbringing And what others told you As an innocent youngling Nothing holds the globe’s truth Only discovery, and uncovering Recovering that touch Of mystery and wondering When you live a life of no attachment Material assets do not matter You gather and gain Forgo it all the after Hungry vultures may claim Your bait, but never attain The peace of mind Of leaving it all behind – unfazed
Natively Naive
I believed to have no Opportunity to disagree To live "successfully" Supersedes my need to be free So I suppress it deep inside of me Biding by society Quietly try to fit in Live complacently, blindingly All the while I’m privately Fighting my soul violently Two sided dialogue Constant bullying, tirelessly Who am I to be? Who are we to be? Anything but realized Natively naive.
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?
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