I no longer feel any pain
or even endure any loss
I was rejected by forces
no strings of expression

I am not blunt, nor dead
inside the isolation zone
I learnt to exist alone
on built stone edges*

I am not hurt in nothings
as I felt all these long ago
I am alive only as a soul tale
of vanity and ****** naivety

I wish I didn't hear the whisper
as a birth of angelic sounds rang
It was half past noon, the voice
*of alarm and confused premonitions

Starlight stricken moonlight
at the heart of the moments
Forsaken, spent and abused
Shaked, lent and reduced
For another chilly winter roll

On the web of eastwards wind
where precious rocks were undone
and the glorious weeds remained
on the clay that moulds the flesh
at the core of their condolences

Not a shame for I felt it before
as I forgot the rain we saw before
the walks we walked there before
Not a shame for I felt it before
at the bonfire night terrain before
the walks we walked there before

We saw the sun as it forgot to rise
and the rain thunder footstep behind
The storms raged past vanished ships
and the voices that guided in woods
as descendants swept the golden robes

The eucalyptus that burst in trenches
from ashes that forms and reforms
on cyclic breaths of symbolism
as the gentle caress familiar mists
in particular mystic scent to an ear

Not a shame for I felt it before
as I forgot the rain we saw before
the walks we walked there before
Not a shame for I felt it before
at the bonfire night terrain before
the walks we walked there before

I met the devil at his table
and it's true what they say
He wears Prada and makes a toast
We got drunken, the liquor flowed
at the heart of his table
I don't need no permission
to read all his missions

Children are crying
and there is heeded war
Our money is worthless
watch the banks as they sink
as we are the slaves of time

I met the devil at his table
and I don't doubt his mist
of sour recognition of time
We just merried, but as seconds coiled
at the heart of his table
I don't need no permission
to read all his missions

Children are crying
and there is a heeded war
Our money is worthless
watch the banks as they sink
as we are slaves of time

Wake up, Wake up
Take up, Take up
Rise up, Rise up
the battle is yours

I am joyful of the sun
the way it burns my skin
I am joyful of the sun

I am sincere to the rain
the way it pounds the ground
I am sincere to the rain

I am unbroken by the wind
the way it whispers to me
I am unbroken by the wind

I am longing for our days
the many months unchanged
within the drag of the time*
absent when I am present
phone calls when I vanish
I wish your shadow is here
tangible on sky drops closure
as the darkest night sneak
I am longing for our days

I am lost within myself
in the desert of retreat
I am lost within myself

I have searched for a hand
in the midst of the wrinkles
I have searched for a hand

I have guessed all your words
in the crease of your shirt
I have guessed all your words

I hope you spread your wings
soar to all ends of the world
and if destiny strikes just go
dream without any regret
slip in the moments of life
sweet fortunes of the now
be the happiest form of you
as my phantom slips in space
*I hope you spread your wings

Power to the people
Power to the people

You can put ice in the fire
Melt the water to your empire
You can conquer undiscovered
But you’ll never touch the current
Of the oceans that are raging
You can put moon on the horizon
With the mercury and uranium
You can control the titanium
Bomb the earth soil into tartars
But you’ll never touch the current
Of the oceans that are raging

Power to the people
Power to the people

Big brother is in your bed
Fornicating, replicating
On the picture you are taking
Socializing with your shadow
On the drone zone mitigating
The debauchery of the century
On the high street no mercies
The butcher of the children
On the thunder of tomorrow
The harvest of their blood
Replicating, fornicating

Power to the people
Power to the people

No peace signs on the windows
enslaved to the tick tocks
in eruptions of the melt down
more resistance to the parties
as gunshots cause collision
In restrictions and confinement
The FEMA camps and martial art
of eugenics anti-populace
covered inside the media
stricken corporation
No peace signs on the windows

Fire power to the people
Fire power to the people

With its roots embedded in the ground
The plant gains its vitality
Nourishments painstakingly climbs
Reaching its peak
The blossoming of the flowers
With the canopy shouting out loud

Aren't we all just trees
Rooted yet not literally grounded
Trading the rugged roads
With occasional stumbles
Refusing to fall.

We know the ground too well
It's where we came from
As we shine
Lest we forget what it means to us

Big power has took hold again
Lies paraded as half truth
Discernment has been lost in the process
Theirs hearts opened up to manipulation
Hatred fills their hearts
Through long standing acquiescent norm

Arise from the slumber
Power abhore vacuum
Greatness shall thrive in goodness
Lest we forget the root
It never ceases to bring wonder
To those who chose to stand their ground