Penchant for pent up Aggression and resentment Hell bent on penitence For offenses and transgressions Against ones ends A heavy debt, a dead load tolled Over the shoulder bones Holding it like the mythoic globe Of vulnerability no ability to surpass Atlas grasp Passion and valiance alas Do not reveal the path Heeled in crap, so we don't take crap Sad we've got it backwards We only take it because We actually just make it up Theres actually no atlas task at hand No mandatory command Branded or demanded It's our own stand-alone mandate Cultivated from past shame Conditions fabricated Gradually from pleasure and pain Dramatic intimidation Placing self against status Competition established With differences and classes That realistically just doesn't matter Rather be free and modest Than be the coolest or the smartest Consumer of the products That marginally boost our own regard Or be the ruler of commerce and audience All of that Harness total dominance of laws Like the magna carta offered We're not honorable all days In all ways Caught up in small losses and gains Not comparable to what others obtain The sway of time will long wash away Your made up doppelganger But it can't knock reality Of living earnestly and honestly always.
What we're against And take umbrage in With offense and begrudging Is just an encumberment Who are we to pass judgment Or pass the buck and the blame Lay the burden On scapegoats to graze In our quest to acceptance Oneness and wholeness Love and devotion With unconditional ends We're mostly too busy Proceeding to be critics Living with the privilege To size others up inch by inch We cannot distinguish Individuals equivalence to What is or isn't Intrinsically "you" People are not What we define them to be Don't be blind to see The entire life within each.
Woefully We keep self-defeating motives We hold with shinobi grip Cloaked emotions in motion We focus so hard on goals Without noticing control Is in opposing conditioning Conflicting of our inner needs Contradictions we inflict on ourselves Inner victimhood From legitimate misgivings We live with that we shouldn't We develop misperceptions Some resentments of ourselves That we have no presence of They just sit there and dwell Until we meet them with resistance Such resistance we've lived with Our whole existence We don't even recognize it's persistence We must listen To that inner child That cry's and smiles wildly Silently shying anxiety It's just trying to help It not knows why or how Quietly thank them for their guidance We'll work together now.
People of these times Reside to blind allegiances With the we vs them mentality Proud believes in The doubt of our cohesion In ever increasing tediums In total disagreement To every conceived feature Of the competing impedance Intolerant to intolerence A bit oxymoronic if honest But don't acknowledge it It's a harsh pill to swallow When vilifying is justified As long as you side with me Then we are the victimized We have piety In our beliefs we are righteous So keep the rivals needs At arms reach, our of sight With upbringing and conditioning It made us the winning team Either inferior or superior We clearly have the needs To be carelessly free And to live a life of glee Even if I don't recognize We need them to identify me.
You may have lost Who you thought you were Caught unsure, your sturdiness Is a bit topsy turve, What you have learned Or more certainly unlearned In concern to confirmed Qualities preserved, Worthy or worthless You observe these personal Attributes absolute Firm and unflappable, Having few adversaries To the contrary You've carried these traits Like a cadbury egg you can't break But the taste is so sweet Once you treat To the delicacy in you You reveal ingredients to, Your true being Illusions subdued Bravest deed you can do Is reveal the incomplete you.
You love the things you love For what they are Theres no such thing as worth No less no more Your flaws most of all sparkle Only your concepts regard them As marginal Partial to right or wrong Your best qualities Are these imperfections It's our gift to the rest If we could just express them In essence, what connects us Discovering together Our pilgrimage To loving transcendence Like birds of the air Drifting so gentle Not against the wind But with its trajection We collide at odds Such harsh, vitriol Without honest awareness That we're all in the same boat Floating in the cosmos We're all made of stars Yet we can not revolve Without another's orbit So harness your form Take course and shine So bright we light up The entire night sky
Difficult issues come up Tough stuff but It's a matter of opinion What is considered cumbersome What holds as momentous Isn't unanimous So why we waste our stamina Adding up damages with an abacus Flattering our judgements Undertaking solutions with sledgehammers To crack a nut Statutes and acts established but In backwards fashion Actions and practices reactive Don't have to act indifferent To have acceptance impassive Sadly bad things happen Must we act so indignant And dignified to gratify Individual resistance And erase and tear up Like grammatical errors Trying to categorize Like the encyclopedia britannica Pulling hair right out of our scalps To control outcomes But how come we make ant hills Insurmountable mountains.
Demonstrating presence Readily comprehensive No exceptions Shedding any past pretensions Recommendation suggest That everyone in attendance Be exactly as they are No less, no more No foregone molds No forewarning be told The total unknown In every moment to behold Embrace it as it comes Grateful as it goes No labels bestowed No chasing novels No way better or inferior Not past, nor foreseeable Future that's fueling Your path through material Being a miracle Perspective isn't retrospective Let it be in acceptance Being is luminescence.
You had to go through That which happened to you That trajectory was meant to be The need absolute Each avenues That you've traveled through On review the value Shrouds the palpable But do not doubt The amount you have Amounted to Mountain views The bountiful gaze you've made The traits accumulated To make great migrations With vibration to shake nations Or maybe just aid the change For a single gracious patron For the sake of creating The occasion for revelation.
Tend to rest on our laurels Like it's all moral To let forethought and cause Be orchestrated by our royals, Of oratorical and written history Our fore founders and traditions be Inexplicably Fixed rigidly, Little heeding to meaning Or purpose we just serve As servants surfacing With little to no coercion We all discern the rowboat Isn't propelled by it's own wake Awoken we hold sway The oarsman hold the pace, Keep it straight and afloat Know when to coast or start stroking The founders are foundering Letting the boat overflowing, We're sinking or capsizing Forecasters denied the rising Massive tidal wave Do we act rightly or behave.