Common Knowledge
Who was the prophet who said peace was won in war
Haven't we heard love thy neighbor a million times before
When in our youth did we pledge to a god or nation of war
Didn't we choose universal love wisdom and justice as the policies to stand for
Whose Messiah was a soldier but not a martyr
Whose Messiah made national preference
Whose Messiah waged war under Divine Providence
How can we call ourselves God fearing if we give to an army our confidence
How can we serve a god of love but act in violence
How Come
How come we only hate war when there isn't one to hate
How can people plan a future and say Earth's salvation is already too late
How come people say we are free
To be who so ever we should want to be
But then say they can't be my neighbor if I can't relate
Slaves Of Human Authority
I'm just another man secluded in his own misery
Finding the truth that man dominates to his injury
You can see that truth for yourself in your own history
But we all agree the solution is our ultimate mystery
The future we make is not ours to see
For we don't know how to be the change we need to be
Living in hedonistic simplicity
Of hate, greed and apathy
We cannot find or measure up to our rightful morality
We can't see what we must do to be free
So we remain slaves to our human authority
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
116 Poetry Post
Musical Rebellion
Folk, funk, punk, rock both hard and classic
Stirs up the crowd into something ecstatic
And the outcast protest and rebel
Lines between cliques and cliches are blurred beyond where anyone can tell
Commercialism endorses the rebellion
Profits mounting from the individuality they are selling
Passionate protest of fake fad
Society has gone mad
The masses unite and then comes uniformity
And then the bitter taste of conformity
Then when the rebellion becomes passe
A new fashion rebellion is on its way
Negative Labels
Nothing makes me more depressed
Than to label someone hopeless
For the sole effect of such a label
Is to immobilize and disable
There is nothing you can do but hurt
If you do not learn how to support
Locked Safety
Locked safe in my climate controlled life
Away from all of life's burden and strife
Safely kept inside my room
I have no fear of earthly doom
You don't have to worry about a solution
If you can hide from the pollution
I have no guns, drugs or money nobody to fear
Locked up not even the government comes near
I stay locked up in the safest place
No outer contact, no phone bills or credit cards to trace
But what I wouldn't give to be vulnerable and free
What I wouldn't give is myself as slave to this corrupt society
Folk, funk, punk, rock both hard and classic
Stirs up the crowd into something ecstatic
And the outcast protest and rebel
Lines between cliques and cliches are blurred beyond where anyone can tell
Commercialism endorses the rebellion
Profits mounting from the individuality they are selling
Passionate protest of fake fad
Society has gone mad
The masses unite and then comes uniformity
And then the bitter taste of conformity
Then when the rebellion becomes passe
A new fashion rebellion is on its way
Negative Labels
Nothing makes me more depressed
Than to label someone hopeless
For the sole effect of such a label
Is to immobilize and disable
There is nothing you can do but hurt
If you do not learn how to support
Locked Safety
Locked safe in my climate controlled life
Away from all of life's burden and strife
Safely kept inside my room
I have no fear of earthly doom
You don't have to worry about a solution
If you can hide from the pollution
I have no guns, drugs or money nobody to fear
Locked up not even the government comes near
I stay locked up in the safest place
No outer contact, no phone bills or credit cards to trace
But what I wouldn't give to be vulnerable and free
What I wouldn't give is myself as slave to this corrupt society
Poetry Post 115
Grandpa's Farm
In a busy world prone to harm
I'm always safe at old Grandpa's farm
A place that knows no lies, abuse, violence or adultery
Just a secure place for good clean fun for a boy like me
Just a secure place for good clean fun for a boy of three
Although God will give the Earth to those who are meek
I could just be as happy with my Grandpa's creek
Cool under the shady trees
Warm during a summer's breeze
For fun just lie to get some ease
Livestock for pets, you may be poor but just eat the food you grow
People so friendly only parasites are your foe
Just take me back to Grandpa's farm
Away from the world's deadly harm
Back to the old country home charm
Homes
I wished I lived in Wonderland or even Walden
Perhaps maybe Oz or better yet Eden
But I live mankind's test tube society
Where logic is escaping reality
Where order is wanted but chaos is innate
Naturally destroying the life we need to create
We are simply killing ourselves while trying
To live our simple lives while we're dying
Hopeful Maybes
Maybe if I could get to you, you might be able to break my emotional wall
Maybe then you won't think I'm so creepy after all
When you see who I really am
Not the false image that to you I became
In a busy world prone to harm
I'm always safe at old Grandpa's farm
A place that knows no lies, abuse, violence or adultery
Just a secure place for good clean fun for a boy like me
Just a secure place for good clean fun for a boy of three
Although God will give the Earth to those who are meek
I could just be as happy with my Grandpa's creek
Cool under the shady trees
Warm during a summer's breeze
For fun just lie to get some ease
Livestock for pets, you may be poor but just eat the food you grow
People so friendly only parasites are your foe
Just take me back to Grandpa's farm
Away from the world's deadly harm
Back to the old country home charm
Homes
I wished I lived in Wonderland or even Walden
Perhaps maybe Oz or better yet Eden
But I live mankind's test tube society
Where logic is escaping reality
Where order is wanted but chaos is innate
Naturally destroying the life we need to create
We are simply killing ourselves while trying
To live our simple lives while we're dying
Hopeful Maybes
Maybe if I could get to you, you might be able to break my emotional wall
Maybe then you won't think I'm so creepy after all
When you see who I really am
Not the false image that to you I became
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Poetry Post 114
The Star
I was born in a poor family
In a town with nothing for me
I had to escape the routine
And journey to the unseen
So I picked up my guitar
And knew I was going to go far
And I started to write from the heart
And I started to make musical art
I got out of that dead end town
That was keeping me down
I got to be free
I finally got to be me
Music
From the moment that I hear it
The music just lifts my spirit
The world below don't give me any frown
Cause the beat don't ever let me down
Happiness is all for free
Just follow that melody
Can't beat that positivity
No room for negativity
Just forget all about your shell
Come to where the people dwell
This is where all good things just happen
Just follow the beat and keep clapping
Self Searching
Journey thru the borders of the subconscious
Beyond the restrictions of science
Searching thru all of what is within
My journey will end when I reach where my thoughts begin
I was born in a poor family
In a town with nothing for me
I had to escape the routine
And journey to the unseen
So I picked up my guitar
And knew I was going to go far
And I started to write from the heart
And I started to make musical art
I got out of that dead end town
That was keeping me down
I got to be free
I finally got to be me
Music
From the moment that I hear it
The music just lifts my spirit
The world below don't give me any frown
Cause the beat don't ever let me down
Happiness is all for free
Just follow that melody
Can't beat that positivity
No room for negativity
Just forget all about your shell
Come to where the people dwell
This is where all good things just happen
Just follow the beat and keep clapping
Self Searching
Journey thru the borders of the subconscious
Beyond the restrictions of science
Searching thru all of what is within
My journey will end when I reach where my thoughts begin
Poetry Post 113
Perpetual Feud
With you every conversation is an accusation
No one can ever live up to your expectation
You'll only end up with aggravation
If you call into question every one's reputation
Suspicion could be removed with just communication
But you don't really want to change the situation
As long as you're not the one giving into exasperation
You'll never give up this verbal domination
Every word in a fight you can recite in quotation
And you play your part without hesitation
You believe you are the norm and every one else is the deviation
But if your theory holds at least one complication
If everything's your way then where's our consideration
Insincerity Insecurity
Did you love me before you knew how I felt about you
Did you love for who I am with motives pure and true
Tell me that your affection is not merely a favor to a friend
Or some vague emotion you can't comprehend
Is it merely coincidence I was the first to speak out
Or are you waiting for someone else to seek out
Do you love me out of rational choice
Or is an impulse taking over your voice
Something Beautiful
You see tasseled hair and crooked teeth
Wrinkled clothes but very little underneath
You know I'm different than you
But only by one narrow angle view
Only what you do not notice is what makes me unique
Something beyond your eyes critique
Something unrevealed displays my beauty
I only wish it was something I could see
With you every conversation is an accusation
No one can ever live up to your expectation
You'll only end up with aggravation
If you call into question every one's reputation
Suspicion could be removed with just communication
But you don't really want to change the situation
As long as you're not the one giving into exasperation
You'll never give up this verbal domination
Every word in a fight you can recite in quotation
And you play your part without hesitation
You believe you are the norm and every one else is the deviation
But if your theory holds at least one complication
If everything's your way then where's our consideration
Insincerity Insecurity
Did you love me before you knew how I felt about you
Did you love for who I am with motives pure and true
Tell me that your affection is not merely a favor to a friend
Or some vague emotion you can't comprehend
Is it merely coincidence I was the first to speak out
Or are you waiting for someone else to seek out
Do you love me out of rational choice
Or is an impulse taking over your voice
Something Beautiful
You see tasseled hair and crooked teeth
Wrinkled clothes but very little underneath
You know I'm different than you
But only by one narrow angle view
Only what you do not notice is what makes me unique
Something beyond your eyes critique
Something unrevealed displays my beauty
I only wish it was something I could see
Poetry Post 112
Numb
People have always thought that I was dumb
Because I couldn't tell fantasy from the real
But it's because the pain has made me numb
And I had found that it was better not to feel
I can no longer distinguish what is real from what exists only in my mind
And I know it is better that way
The pain I see I need never feel and I create the illusion that I'm fine
And tend to have a better day
Low Self Esteem Romance
I know I am ugly
But you might learn to love me
If I throw in my self respect for free
I know it's not much value
But it'll have to do
Because I have to be with you
Self Eulogy
At my funeral there'll be no crying
Because I'm not remembered upon my dying
Efforts of vainly straining for recognition were no use in trying
I was lonely and rejected in every phase and aspect
Even my dying words will have no affect
Because this world has giving me no respect
People have always thought that I was dumb
Because I couldn't tell fantasy from the real
But it's because the pain has made me numb
And I had found that it was better not to feel
I can no longer distinguish what is real from what exists only in my mind
And I know it is better that way
The pain I see I need never feel and I create the illusion that I'm fine
And tend to have a better day
Low Self Esteem Romance
I know I am ugly
But you might learn to love me
If I throw in my self respect for free
I know it's not much value
But it'll have to do
Because I have to be with you
Self Eulogy
At my funeral there'll be no crying
Because I'm not remembered upon my dying
Efforts of vainly straining for recognition were no use in trying
I was lonely and rejected in every phase and aspect
Even my dying words will have no affect
Because this world has giving me no respect
Poetry Post 111 (not binary for 7)
Humor
When loneliness comes upon me
I sit in my chair and watch comedy
The humor then starts to comfort me
The laughter sets me free
No longer stuck with depression
My body gets a ticklishly sensation
The humor brings calmness to all creation
In the end all is left with satisfaction
Sleep
Laying softly in my bed
Letting all my pain leave my head
No worries in the Land of Dreams
Where nothing is as bad as it seems
All the imaginary people live in harmony
Forever my friends they will be
But then I wake up and remember pain
Another day of misery again
Then that night I enter my bed
Then to the perfect world in my head
Peace of mind enters within me
No pain as far as the eye can see
Words
From thine own words I should feel complimented
If I knew for sure that you really meant it
But words that charm
Can also harm
When one is subdued
By words that aren't true
When loneliness comes upon me
I sit in my chair and watch comedy
The humor then starts to comfort me
The laughter sets me free
No longer stuck with depression
My body gets a ticklishly sensation
The humor brings calmness to all creation
In the end all is left with satisfaction
Sleep
Laying softly in my bed
Letting all my pain leave my head
No worries in the Land of Dreams
Where nothing is as bad as it seems
All the imaginary people live in harmony
Forever my friends they will be
But then I wake up and remember pain
Another day of misery again
Then that night I enter my bed
Then to the perfect world in my head
Peace of mind enters within me
No pain as far as the eye can see
Words
From thine own words I should feel complimented
If I knew for sure that you really meant it
But words that charm
Can also harm
When one is subdued
By words that aren't true
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