Sad as the world is
every once in a while
we still have to smile

Try sheathing your swords
not raising them in anger
for unjust causes

Monkeys picking fleas
while hanging around in trees
ooh  ooh ahh ahh fleas

Kernels are popping
candy bar being unwrapped
sipping a soda

What are you doing
follow those who don't love life
is cutting yours short

As the petals spread
a sweet aroma released
temporarily

Where's the intellect
meant to advance the species
must be in deep freeze

Watching the worms squirm
on the road of no return
last stop compost pile

Inevitable
projected world consumption
the future looks bad

What is the future
but a present that worked out
learning from the past

Drawn into a kiss
with all of its loving bliss
like granted a wish

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A barbed wired world
hung up on self destruction
always the wrong mood

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Start  of a new day
past only remains as ash
future on its way
seconds minutes hours
months years all seem
to happen only once
like a lifetime of decay
ultimately fading away
start of a new day

Life's always better
no matter mood or weather
when topped with whipped cream

One can only laugh
watching the world pass slowly
wishing if only

This world's fading fast
darkness of the faithless ones
who don't have a prayer

Keep your faith
and know
there's
a better
place
than this
hope to
see
you there

This is the question
will tomorrow ever come
like living in doubt

Babbling brook flows
towards distant memories
and dreams of large seas

Thanks to industry
we'll go back to the stone age
turn another page

The candle stick
is burning quick
and will soon
be out of wick
keeping it lit
will really be
a trick
of magic
to see
if the flame
will remain
alive
sputtering
to survive
its light
flickering
in a soft
breath of air
will it be
dark
or light
again
burning
at both
ends

I am the future
unclouded by the present
or past memories

Implementation
Demilitarization
Self-Preservation

Life is always nice
when there is tranquility
and crisp fresh air after a rain
to breath in again and again
until my lungs
are about to burst
with a satisfying thirst for life
I drink in the colors
that this world pours out
and smile for a moment
no doubt

Birds singing in trees
and a squirrel who waits for me
to feed it peanuts

Mirror images
war's a synonym of hate
often deflected

A deer at a stream
leaning in to take a sip
then leaping away

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If only the dream
could become reality
then we would have wings

Take this blank canvas
and make it your masterpiece
with pops of color

Totally unreal
the monetary system
that enslaves the world

Once again once more
their celebration of war
always uniform

As the earth trembles
temperatures increasing
isn't that wave high ?

Civilization.
So tell me, where would that be? 
thumb on a button

I have memories
of the often forgotten
dreams that I wake from

Tell you what I see
a species with potential
to destroy themselves

They're all intertwined
sports music more war machines
play games sing and
die

Who are my neighbors
the government lives next door
freedom of info

Running with the sun
into many moonlit nights
a world between us

Love is in the tears that clouds cry from time to time, soaked up by the earth, who then grows green vines, and from those vines, food to help us survive, so drink it all in since it is sublime
and be thankful for the clouds that cry for you, as they pass by, from time to time

Wake up from a dream
into a nightmarish world
that noone controls

How many more years
with nothing but war and fear
evolution failed

Who's going to rescue
all of you from your free will
just the mortician

People buy into
the illusion of money
which is worth nothing

It doesn't matter
the emptiness of being
pawns of psychopaths

Am I negative
know I am just sure that things
aren't as they should be

Go on check your watch
see the secondhand racing
to the final hour

Now we've nearly reached
the end of our existence
insignificant

The sun is shining
another beautiful day
where birds sing of love

I who was programmed
still being implemented
to this very day

When common sense ends
with lessons being ignored
what did you expect