REVOLTING TOMORROW
The test of time
Turn of the centuries
Living then into now
Planning for tomorrow
Destiny with a promise
Doubt on the mind with no assurance
Thought of tomorrow to be
A wait and see
Preparing and embracing
Expecting to explore
Nothing to ignore
Shall and Can
A matter of when
Organize and be ready
Be patient and hold steady
Expect results
See overtime felt.
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JUDGMENT OF THE SOUL
The spawned lotus flowers of the deep swim in the deliberately hidden forest of the Spirit, which is increasingly difficult to notice, especially for the uninitiated, foolish eyes. Giant garlands of light are woven on the heads of unsuspecting, money-hungry macaws as the sparkling true pearls of myriads of rich people. Now the handcuff-like annual ring is still rushing inward, which would still measure the infinite passing of Time, which many interpret only physically, since the so-called spiritual maturity also has its own set of rules.
- You have no idea why the macaw is 22 and the new husband is 72?! The invisible human attitude would disembodiedly proclaim that happiness can never be measured by material possessions, yet the golden heart of ladies often easily seduces with fraudulent reasons. The discounted beneficiary of wills - even so it is not certain - is the young wife herself. The chitin-shell of the Spirit tears apart its own selfish, greedy Pr...
Spinning Leaf
I enter into the world like a spinning leaf
You feel me, you sense me, I require no belief
I am the wind blowing through the trees
I am the laughter spilling forth with ease
I am the heartbreak that brings you to your knees
I am the sweet, salty call to the seas
I am the power in your hands
I am the weight of life’s demands
I am the shifting, spilling sands
I am the falling star that never lands
I know not what it takes for endless thirst to slake
Forever hungry for another bite to take
Yet if you can find the means for meaning to make
You may one day find yourself awake
...FAKE-DISTORTED PROPERTIES
Is it the gene, or the compromising, manipulative consciousness that is ready to shape itself, that is ready to encourage the frail man to make the irrevocable decision that: survival is the only guarantee of existence, one way or the other?! They caw, like ravens, in their cynical single-mindedness, when tolerance and humility blow away everything. Rather, it is communal selfishness, which now quietly lurks in the hearts that have been sold.
It is a well-deserved, independent release from the shackles of interests - rarely, if possible - because sooner or later, someone will destroy it on purpose, without considering the painful consequences. One can rarely hold on to the trick of the uncertain Future; in it, actions are teetering with hesitant steps, non-existent chances at the same time. For many centuries to come, it seems, we have to wait until new generations are born and pass away.
Hangman Time is now increasingly selecting and categorizin...
HUMAN-STARS
You don't need to wait for a ready-made home juggler. From the light palm of hobby-critics, the award-winners made the old-fashioned liking-selfishness - if they don't even know what it means - innovation, development, as an avant-garde performance.
There are more and more brainwashed clamoring demands, and if you can't do anything else, save your manuscripts in time-resistant formats digitally, just in case this unworthy posterity of today recognizes it.
Don't believe that the lyric is simple logic, just like the twisted, complicated mathematics. The changing, harsh Time - beware - sweeps without question along the gentle fields of the soul exchange rate.
Your imagined, idyllic dreams are being measured by your dishonest slave ship bosses in diligent but futile overtime, in nerve-wracking situations - you would still be attached to somewhere where you might still be respected in a dignified manner. Neither the board of ...
FOREFATHER’S VOICES
Everyone needs to vote
No Joke
Our Democracy depends on it
Truth in the hearts
Promise to our lives
If we don’t stand for privilege
We are not representing America
Our Forefather’s cry out, “America, take your place and don’t stall
Vote being the call
We can’t let our lives go dim no end
Vote is the start
We can’t afford to let the constitution depart
Vote is the necessary voice
Your movement makes the mark
Make our Forefather’s proud
This is your opportunity for all American’s given the time allowed
Mak...
INNER SOUL-TENSION
Like encrypted spies of the Executioner-Times, the eye sockets of your life now stare into the gaping, indifferent nothingness; they would try to decipher the series of daily Apocrypha-encrypted riddles, which the rags-to-riches life - like everyone else - inflicted on man. A deep silence lurks in you, the kind of childish, anguished abandonment that can only be alleviated by the vision of the idyllic Beloved, if he even remembers you at all, although you can believe less and less that all your aborted, mad ax attempts give rise to futility.
Was the hurt of betrayal greater in you, when they trampled you down, humiliated, hoping that they could make your exposed cowardly stupidity equal to the yellow earth, your stubborn stubbornness insignificant and you became like the stout, unbreakable walnut shell, on which neither hammer nor chisel can touch. It's even better that you were voluntarily banned from all pack associations. Look on the bright side of ...
LONGING FOR SHELTER
Be careful my friend! No humiliation at all! Don't even think of showing yourself as vulnerable, vulnerable, childishly naive, a capricious-hesitant clown, as someone who deliberately plays a role to cover up, hide your truer self, like the intentionally split onion skin layers from your soul. You can be a grown-up person - these days -, but you can only rarely be, but you also feel that inside you carry and cherish secret grimacing laughs that allow you to remain yourself, even if the compromising, rude World outside takes a vast, 360-degree turn every day. .
With old-fashioned romance and politeness - it's true - it's better if you realize that nowadays you're not going anywhere, and even so, you have to make more and more pathetic excuses and silly excuses if you honestly want to get to know someone who doesn't travel for your money. Puffs are engraved on your face, like secret tattoos, the rates of discretion and encryption, which c...
CONVOLUTED REFERENCE POINT
It is unnecessary to take back the polite right of self-indulgence - he is afraid. In vain! Amaga reduced to cordivat is proper, good manners, etiquette. And although - supposedly - the code of conduct is still in full force in some places; if one catches a brainless wild fowl jerk for a change, it is better not to engage in intellectual and literary ramblings, but to simply move on with measured English.
There are more than a dozen businessmen-oligarchs, but there are only very, very few patrons who support culture, and they don't support just anyone, only those who can turn over their capital with a huge profit. People believed that everything of value, the golden mean, and humanity would one day find a way to the heart, to a well-considered, rational mind, but in reality we are once again at the point where everyone is playing against each other, playing the rules of the game that were still thought to be solid, and throwing a fit easily at certain ...
It's like I've been shamed
In a brainwashed past-future riddled with delusions, when even the gallant man slips back into himself, while the ever-rotating Time rages and fights with the returning Infinity. In the presence of body odor, everything surrounds you in silence; veiled, admitting the self-conscious shame. It's as if those who could remain news-makers and truthful should be deliberately ashamed of themselves.
Centrally specified regulated thoughts or ideas go to one. They walk their huge, bribed circles in the orbit of manipulable nervous systems, while looking for tangible evidence of the peace they have found.
Only the scrappy anti-mortgage of tooth and nail prosperity, survivability, at any cost matters to greedy career-seekers just as much as it does to raging stragglers. Our imaginary dreams are never followed by real action. The stress and risk factors of everyday life, which have become unbearable, hug each other. Even the dispassionate words promi...