BREAKaBEAT
Ex-Bluelighter
I want to write words that burn truth into the picture of lies that you illustrate for me but I cant understand the growing hands of internal pain that is placed on my shoulders again and again let me be what is not light for I am at the depths of my sorrow. I have nothing to hold onto but yesterdays tomorrow. Wish away the tears that dwell inside fear and bring out a perception that keeps the bearings oiled. Soiled is the placement and arrangement of such foolish acts of monstrosity. Prosperity leans in and greets with a childish grin and leaves with a struggling curse that is beyond my reach. Teach me not to feel the reality cursing my wits end but let the reign of stupidity grasp at the factual understanding of this complacency. Lies spur political wars that scream injustice from power charged whores. The rapist runs free on a legal dollars spending spree and jumps into your daughters window killing her soul, as you stand and watch, you don’t understand, how could this happen? I laugh and I sign as I have wiped the fog from glasses. You have allowed this man, to rape again with your tax fuelling an education system than shuns the truth for the need to breed intelligence instead of ignorance. Your plagiaristic opinions from headlines create a beautiful understanding of what you don't and that your ill-informed views augment the continuing cycle of poverty that you turned blindly from because you are the lazy man. Working 9 - 5 trying to survive in a world that is yelling I need to be changed. Your changes are nil yet you dare ask still
"What is wrong with this world?”
You question this from your armchair.
I turn to you and answer in full, the only answer which correct, in its only form that is created with some respect. The wars, the fever, the blowing out of anger, are all in a form that no one can deny. It is called man, so here is my reply.
"YOU".
I am you, you are you, he is you and she is you. What is it that you are not ? And how can you be all that is needed, or perhaps a drop of what is not ? Answers to lies are found all around. Imagine what would happen if we starting asking about the truth ?
The substances of such words are undoubtedly lost in the irony of their lack of social conquest. That fact remains it will never reach a socially broad audience, and its weight is thus compared to a feather.
Darken my death with powerless words, lighten my world with beckoning truth.
"What is wrong with this world?”
You question this from your armchair.
I turn to you and answer in full, the only answer which correct, in its only form that is created with some respect. The wars, the fever, the blowing out of anger, are all in a form that no one can deny. It is called man, so here is my reply.
"YOU".
I am you, you are you, he is you and she is you. What is it that you are not ? And how can you be all that is needed, or perhaps a drop of what is not ? Answers to lies are found all around. Imagine what would happen if we starting asking about the truth ?
The substances of such words are undoubtedly lost in the irony of their lack of social conquest. That fact remains it will never reach a socially broad audience, and its weight is thus compared to a feather.
Darken my death with powerless words, lighten my world with beckoning truth.
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