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.
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.
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
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
I cannot discern between Developing a habit that'll hurt me Or help me Concerned with melding wellbeing Guess there is no way to tell No sure thing, only learning It's worth failing just to know In your soul what is worthy But how to be certain How long before you start causing harm You've gone too far Time to acknowledge that somethings wrong Time to disarm the constant quarreling In regarding of everything Maybe questioning is the suffering Best just let it be
I wish to say What I feel each day And pay the price, in hindsight It wages better than restraint Why remain in the shade Caved in, playing, portraying fables And charades, afraid Of what may lay beyond the hazy faint glow Of light that shines right into The cradle from whence we came Does it not awaken some innate Sense of exploration depraved Does it not suggest Some gesture that we just might be meant for Something more than lives spent In entrenchment surrendered But for enrichment And adventure The quest for questions And answers hence forth To measure our beliefs Against possibilities We will transcend our sense of ease For posterity.
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.
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.
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.
Inner vision of what you intend Can manifest against the grain Upending the expectations Prevalent in everyday If Ferdinand the bull Presented his way on stage And spent the event grazing The daisies gentle and tame Would we accept it? Is that unstable for a bull To be humble and docile Are we impartial and marginal? We must revoke his “ nature” Like to unscramble a picasso Cause it’s not natural to us Like we feel that it ought to Our human nature Is to change what's wrong "logically" Instead of accepting uncertainties And agree to disagree.