Focus
One’s focus is such a trivial passion,
The changes are frequent like the latest fashion.
A target that’s for ever evolving,
Going faster than the planets revolving.
Goals that once had been written in stone;
Become as fragile as a cancer-riddled bone.
Objectives in which were once so clear;
Become the whispers of the mind you barely hear.
A winding path you once could easily navigate,
Tosses you aside and laughs at your ill-gotten fate.
This world can be so wicked and cruel,
That it burns up one’s focus, like high octane fuel.
Do you got what it takes?
The stories make your brain bleed, like the words read from the news paper’s ink
They manufacture a concept like a genetically modified seed, into the brain it’ll sink
Coated the outside with a socially developed fear, an idea that were approaching the brink
It’ll flood the air waves, filling every corner of your brain; the goal is that you can’t think
They want you to act; they want the voices to shout out in their support
The goal is to cultivate society thats all voices but no thought; only help for the war effort
Blank stares watching the televised destruction over the seas, all while silencing the retort
They twist the story so its of heroes and sacrifice; it’ll make you feel safe, television is now your comfort
So you wanna break the chains
Disable the politicians gains
Think you got it takes to hold onto their reigns?
I doubt you can handle all the pains.
So you wanna break the chains?
Are you ready for the blood stains.
Think you can disable the propaganda trains
I doubt you got what it takes to stand against the grains.
The home front is that of ballers, of making money and buying luxury, of seeking wealth
Here’s a cure for a made up disease, to show you how they help, how they’re focused on your health
The needle in your arm is manufactured by the same people making you sick, but now its in stealth
Humanity is over populated, and they’re game is focused on reducing the poor’s time on the shelf
What you could have afforded, they’ll jack it up until its out of reach, now its hitting the sky
They blame it on fighting for the freedom, fighting the fear, safe guarding you, so you won’t die
Some phoney ass CEO is reaping in the profits from the disease they created; dollar bills deafen your cry
The same dollar bills silence the courts, the jury and the judge; pay them off so they don’t pry
So you wanna break the chains
Disable the politicians gains
Think you got it takes to hold onto their reigns?
I doubt you can handle all the pains.
So you wanna break the chains?
Are you ready for the blood stains.
Think you can disable the propaganda trains
I doubt you got what it takes to stand against the grains.
If you go all crazy once you learn the truth; youre nuts and targeted by the same television broadcast
The very same you relied on for that phoney sense of security; has turned tables ridiculously fast
The more you awaken, the more it haunts you; you look back and see all the signs noticeable in your past
My question becomes does it all change, or do we keep feeding the beast, how long can the blind really last?
I don’t think ya got what it takes,
In the end, we’re all just mistakes.
Dumbing down existence
We sit here mostly focused on what we can own
Stagnation of a nation because we forgot what we’ve sown
The average man can’t think of anything with complexity
Instead our thoughts are haunted by complex anxiety
Takes over how we act, react, and how we comprehend
As soon as its questioned, everyone is so quick to defend
Jump to a conclusion that should have been out of reach
Shove it in the innocent man’s face while the chorus is screaming PREACH!
We experiment, but not on anything that expands our consciousness
Instead its how can we turn our minds to complete and utter numbness
Complain that life is challenging the growth of our existence
Maybe its not life, but our hunt for substance not subsistence
Rush forward in how much material wealth we can accumulate
Aiming straight for the round-about seems to be our dead-set fate
When we forget the lessons we took centuries to discover
The concept of flat earth being the words now spoken by your brother
Science became a paid-for industry furthering the elites schedule
Events in our world are only followed if can be suspenseful
Concepts so deep and wise
Now have to be dumbed down or ostracized
Ridiculed, debated and shot down;
Just for the entertainment crown
Is this the finish line our society sought
Numbing our people, culture and thought
Laughing the entire way to the oncoming depression
Ignoring any hint of possible suspicion.
Nature the reaper
The rain came down with hurricane intensity
it swept away all in which weve built
like karma coming back for all the misery
which our society left in its wake
a rain dance for all the souls suppressed
silenced while we built the city
that karma built up strength like interest
We ignored the pain and offered no salvations
We pretended what we created was just
we cut out their voices with modern intimidations
But now it’s us thats drowning in mud
we heed their warning like an ostrich burring its head
Then we published personal benefits like everything’s okay
nature has come back to collect the dead
wether its in the form of lifeless or the soulless
its here like a reaper to consume
to resist this awakening is hopeless
trying to conquer nature has spelled our doom
Early morning beauty
The beauty of the early morning is missed,
When you’re stuck in rush-hour pissed.
In the wilderness it’s different; almost mystic,
The scene reveals itself slowly, it’s artistic.
The privilege of enjoying it; you are blissed.
Unattainable sustainable
I long for a life where the wilderness strives
One where unity is the focus of our lives
Living with the trees, instead of cutting them down
No more pollution, in which we all drown.
A wild world with life so lush
No corporations, or a 9 to 5 rush.
I want to feed a moose from out of my hand,
And walk barefoot on pristine sand.
I want to breathe fresh air full of natural scent
Not have a landlord screaming for rent
Unfortunately that dream life is unattainable
Because our society is far from sustainable.
Lost
I’m lost…..
But I don’t want to be found.
I’m in distress….
But I’ve never been happier.
I see a world burning,
But I don’t feel the heat.
I smile and I laugh,
While the planet is in retreat.
There’s a voice that says “do something”
But every time I try, I go in reverse.
I’ve given up and focused on me,
I was fighting against an incurable disease,
That crippled my mind, in a time of need.
Now I don’t care if our species succeeds.
wake for earth.
Death and decay
life is in dismay
the world is on fire!
What have we done?
we blackened the sun,
and now our world is on the pyre.
How do we inspire?
Some people say I inspire, but Im just a man.
I see the erroneous world, but I have no plan.
I just speak about the wrongs, but dont know how to fight.
I guess the pen gives people a hope for right.
I wish I had the courage to battle on,
Face my enemies and bring in a new day’s dawn.
But in my mind, I see my death as the only conclusion
Because our worldy powers eliminate all intrusions.
So I say to myself; use the pen to avoid being dead.
Because you cant make change when the sword fells your head.
I just feel like this is an iferior way of crusade.
Against a tyrant world that makes mankind feel betrayed.
Almost everyone I know feels the same in their heart,
But how does one, convince the population to take part?
A world thats not mine.
My best friend is despair.
A world of lust, no place for me.
Peace and love is rare.
A world of hate, I cant break free.
My lover is sorrow.
A world of blind, as my third eye awakens,
No hope for a better tomorrow.
A world of ignorance, everyone’s mistaken.
My enemy is wisdom.
A world of lies, I hunt truth.
Everyone’s focused on income.
A world of greed, and its taught to our youth.
My idol is revenge,
A world of arrogance, should be vanished.
This world needs avenged.
A world of destruction, let them be banished!
The end is nigh
The end you shall see.
A hopeless species be.
Forsaken have you become,
From the actions you have done.
Invisible forces do play,
As you live day by day.
Begone from this beautiful place,
The home you chose to disgrace.
The Unfinished Story Of A Cast Down God.
Drink my beer, drink my ale,
Sit back and listen to my tale.
Its a story of a young god, turned to man,
From the magic of revenge’s hand.
Cast down out of spite, or maybe it was hatred.
He didn’t do right. Now his divinity is faded.
Forgotten and destined as a wanderer.
Left on earth to become a ponderer.
Reflecting on his previous life, he must find right.
To end mankind’s strife, this man must learn to fight.
No power, no help, no hope.
Only the strength of his soul to cope.
He can grow bitter, or he can grow strong.
Mankind’s babysitter, fixing all our wrong.
A wandering soul in the dark of night,
A human being with a godly might.
Time will tell us the end of this story,
Maybe its of failure, or maybe its of glory.
The Pain Of Burden
I beg the gods for sleep.
Maybe I’ll wait for my death.
As I constantly remember what I reap.
It slowly takes away my breath.
Burdens in the form of memory,
Haunting me so I cannot rest.
Things I wish I would not see,
Keep me strung out and really stressed.
The pain that comes with selfless acts,
The type of person for sacrifice;
For a better world I’ll face the axe.
For a better world I’ll pay the price.
My life to give, to better yours.
Until my death, I’ll watch the horrors.
Guidance For Equality
Give me guidance, take away this pain.
Conquer my enemies, let the evil be slain.
We can’t find happiness, no ones the same.
Our worlds in ruins, it’s a damn shame.
It was once so nice, now it’s dead.
So much killing, our rivers run red.
Speak against them; you’re shot in the head.
So many wars, the lands filled with lead.
We must unite, joined by our love.
Take away divisions, remove the iron glove.
Destroy the thrones, give tyrants a shove.
Hunt for our peace, release our dove.
Give me guidance, show me how.
We must unite, seek peace right now.
Regenerate the land, kill the cash cow.
Equality for all, greed we can’t allow.
Fix this land, educate the masses.
Stop the hatred, end divisions between classes.
Who cares who’s richer, who cares who’s fastest.
If we don’t it’s too late, then the world collapses.
A World Of The Obscene
Society feeds on black oil.
The world we knew is coming to boil.
The temperature steadily rises,
As man-kind focuses on the prizes.
Not of enlightenment, equality or protection of life,
The focus is wealth, materialism and a hot wife.
What good are fake rewards?
When it makes a planet of cheap whores.
People seek vengeance, just for the dollar,
In a game of who’s the biggest baller.
Strength for looks, beauty for pride.
When it comes to me, I’d rather have died.
Fake lives, fake morals, fake world.
Into the sun our planet should be hurled.
Fuck this world run by a monetary bill.
Allowing the kings of men to rape and kill.
No justice, no honour, no freedom.
Just because we’re born into their kingdom?
The kingdom of men is a wasted place,
In such a magical, lively space.
Taken for granted in this life of sin,
While rulers argue and bargain.
Paving way to a dead planet of green,
How we run this world is fucking obscene!
Strength Of Our Souls
Upon these torn wings I fly,
Taking soar into a dark night’s sky.
The burden of life tries to hold me down,
The horrors and pain call me into the ground.
I must resist all calls for my end,
It’s the strength of our souls I must defend.
Strength and courage will always prevail,
Like an unbreakable suit of chainmail;
The evils of this world will not penetrate.
I am the stone wall, I am a steel gate.
Honour and dignity to power my sword,
Rising against mankind’s weakness; and evil horde.
Tempting our minds with greed, hate and lust,
Trying to tarnish our souls like a thick rust.
We’ve got to be sharp, clean and quick,
To be able to give the over-all evil the prick.
A stab to the dark, from a blade of light,
This is mankind’s very last fight.
Arise on these torn wings we must fly,
Or this impending doom will cause us to die.
We must sanctify our love, our courage: the right.
Defend against evil we must; give evil the smite.
Stand strong, unify, attack!
Take our beautiful world back.
A Dark Day
A dark day; upon us it rose,
Future of which only the planet knows.
We create, we destroy, we try to hide,
All the things that let us die.
We cower in fear of the sight ahead,
Even though it’s clear, we’re already dead.
A blame game is something always played,
Yet those same souls are the ones who’ve paid.
It’s like we must refuse to look,
Even if it’s written in a holy book.
I guess it’s just a whole lot easier to pretend,
That mankind will never see an end.
A sad day, a dark day, certainly looms,
As our society continuously blooms.
The ones who see, have quit long ago,
For this future, they had already known.
No hope, no cure for a human disease,
Of which our species refuses to see.
Revolution Starts Now.
Breaking from the chains of oppression,
No more feelings of this depression.
Pushing against the grains of tyranny,
Awakening from this fucked up society.
A breath of fresh air fills my lung,
A new day’s dawn has finally begun.
Its such a shame,
There’s no one to blame,
But you and me,
Its a tragic irony.
In the cover of night, we rise.
Stand up to the corporate lies.
Freedom will cost you and me,
What we consider our humanity.
Its a sacrifice of a personal type,
A necessary evil to win this fight.
Its such a shame,
There’s no one to blame,
But you and me,
Its a tragic irony.
We’ve been asleep at the wheel,
Giving into illusions that felt so real.
Brainwashed and tricked to believe,
In this false world designed to deceive.
Only to further their corporate greed,
They are the predators and we are the feed.
The writings of a bush man
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