Those who fight for the unborn
are the same who forsake the masses,
Perhaps because the fetus cannot be seen
through they’re green sensitive glasses.
They cry not for the foreign
nor the meek, nor the earth
But when it comes to the unborn
they suddenly realize,
a righteous sense of worth.
Strange, with all so similar,
and your just another
-bird of a color
Diversity is a necessity,
like all the flowers that bloom in the spring
If all were roses of red and stems long,
all would be quite boring
-and to where would we belong?
Many morals practiced subjectively
Easier to see when thinking objectively
Simpletons judge through simplicity
and thought becomes a casualty.
Ignorance is indeed a human trait
-and may decide ones fate
Though a life a humility,
should be enough to fill ones plate.
Understanding is knowledge,
Yet, knowledge not understanding
Can one ever learn
-without blindly interrogating.
I know how it is to be judged by those whom I am not familiar
The skin of my soul leaves the story untold and too many it bewilders
To fierce it frights as unknown nights where they see not the burning timbers
Yet I see through all baiting eyes true no matter the maskarade of demeanors.
I am that hooded man in the wooded sitting idle by the fire.
It isn’t quite clear that it’s safe to come near, for I might make you a liar.
If this is your doubt then don’t give a shout, of foolish fear I quickly tire.
Best to walk on, for I rather you gone and all those who shun the mirror.
The cowboys have not a leg to stand on,
But the scratchy voiced corpse of a pawn.
But, the dollar bill, the big bertha
Bombing the word with buyouts.
For them, with no will, it goes no further,
Though the mothers of the slain cry out.
Security for sale, come and get it!
The government is coming to getcha.
If that’s security, I don’t feel it,
but the children sure do I betcha!
The rolling rock of capitalism,
Cannot be deaf to wisdom.
Life, not meant to be bought or sold,
yet fatter wallets bid for all our souls.
On our lives, is on which they thrive,
leaching as we grow old.
But it goes no further,
than the lame duck can fly
identity without liability,
farewell goodbye.
The digital revolution is on my mind,
the quality of music shall rewind.
When technology smothers the burn for profit
and there is little game in producing whores
the Spam business will be forced to forfeit
and the heart of the art, will be at our cores.
It would be quite nice, to break the stranglehold
faceless names have on our lives
When offices are empty, and companies sold,
I look forward to many sweet goodbyes.
Who makes hollow women of our little girls?
gave them g-strings for ribbons and curls.
Who made hippies so hypocritical?
making a person into a commercial.
Vagrant stranger in the white van,
raping children for all they can
News Corp, Disney, Viacom Warner,
steal and sell identity-the money they garner.
Keeping children from thinking on their own,
A commercial communism of the future
Who dare kill the lifeblood of youth?
Who are these killers of culture?
When did willing to fit in mean willing to buy?
I can see if for some girls
But what about our guys,
Getting prettier and prettier becoming a target,
Becoming that last mindless market
Where’s the playboy and bottle rockets?
What happened to fist fights and pit pockets?
There has always been a need, to be extreme
But how can you be extreme if you don’t create a damn thing
A generation of destruction,
Mass production, blood suction
A capitalist world run through youth corruption
Keeping the kids from being real
Tell them how to think, how to feel
Who are these soulless vultures?
Who are these killers of culture?
Those avoiding the handkerchief of ignorance,
Are mentally bound to live tortured lives
Stepping while in a globe of blades,
To reach out leaves your soul to the knives
Heroes must hold vast mental burdens
And so the metal of their wives
Not the path of mythical simple times
This is not the path where the ordinary thrives.
Raising dim eyes to the glass
(are illusions lies?) -she met her own glance
reassured, she carried the gaze away.
She loved that person,
with an intense jealousy
-found at a mascarade
how she yearned to be!
She had to look to the mirror
-hoping none would see
Needed to smother the dreaded spark of uncertainty
She lifted her nose, readied her dress
Instilled with new attitude,
-stuck out her chest
The contrary of elegance As she brushed off her sleeve,
Radiating arrogance a little girl playing make-believe.
Animals, never lacking reason
Humankind’s advantage found in insight
But the development of which
Is mans one true plight
Virtue, as a society we rarely seem to develop
Merely another colony where ignorance often envelops
Thought with arrogance unparallel
The rein of cancers is upheld.
Is the flower greater than the land?
Will life be not eventually swallowed in the sand?
It is established that we are not the creator,
So who are we to proclaim ourselves better?
To be, or to be real,
-this is how I feel
The men in their masks,
with their balls in a flask,
-is to whom I ask,
That the girl tied to the mast
by her father to last
-tightly for safety
as storms approached quite hastily.
The swells unmercifully thrashed,
as the ship eventually crashed
-and crumpled to the sea.
The daughter died, by the seaside,
for unable to fight free
Since she was unable to tread for herself,
she was swallowed by the sea.
So what is this necessity for masks,
if you cant be you
-and I can’t be me?
What defines humans as significantly different?
Religious philosophy often point to reason,
-as mans imprint.
Less observant minds suggest the process of work
-and feelings of love,
Though alas, Tis none of the above.
The unique quality in human kind, is not,
The cancerous overpopulation, opposable thumbs
or social nature
Nor is it the destructive behavior,
of the
- religious creature
What makes man different is not general to the whole,
Yet a virtue that few manage to develop,
by the time death, eventually envelops.
Therefore, most
-though how we may refuse,
Live out their existence in the same undivine way
Where ours habits,
-we don’t necessarily choose
Resemble squirrels at work, and at play.
Of course, there is little negativity in that fact,
other than illustrating the absurdity of human arrogance.
What are the qualities that make us human?
The ability the stand on the shoulders our predecessors pain
For a single being, without the knowledge of centuries past
is nothing but a mammal, caught in the midst of nature’s chain,
-perhaps even last.
So, the individual
With no external influence
What makes it human, what makes it a nuisance?
Start with a definition,
An ability to step out of the present reality
acknowledging infinite places where things may stand.
Where the endless apparition, of what could be
may be found tangible, even likely
and then there, you may find man.
To see a true meaning of humility,
an appreciation for all known and unknown.
Insight, the missing link, the gene of humanity
that only a few have found,
To see within,
-with out abstracting the out.
