As the skies square in perfection
some egos are wiped by a storm
A scent of love forever meander
as my eyes follow your pastels
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

Let me hunger and thirst at our table
Caressing the gentle breeze of summer
Kissing the utter, priming the matters
Lead me martyr to the shiny grail
where promises are lifelong mists

Let free flow thunder scare the fears
Show me how to root aliveness
racing the twine,mending the torn
For an eternal stroll on valleys strong
where love speaks and rules in truce
as the hymns of adoration and trust   hum

As the moon square in perfection
some egos flow with torrential rain
As my eyes wander to lock on yours
gazing, racing, saying all there is
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

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

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The dawn has woken to its pleasure
Same as yesterday and day before
There is no sun to sing a gentle warmth
Just layers and crusts of frosts meddle
Rambling with cold and fine intentions
Same as yesterday and day before
There is no wind to ****** any sense
Just  shatters of thin ice and frozen peddles
Mumbling a worded imposition
Same as yesterday and day before
Ohh, the moon has cased its gesture
Just right at the socketed loony disposition
Same as yesterday and day before
The dawn has woken to its pleasure

At the table where stones were cut
I bled with rivers of blood, oozing
destroying the earth beneath my feet
I signed and replies ruled,flowing
as the roaring groaning gowned

Seemly, overlooking spatial glow
like an untamable word it ruled
with fists and haunted hits that roll
to the very grave of Mrs Crawley
right at the entrance of a cathedral

Love is just a foolish affair of lust
as you give the vampires your feast
such a list of empires to vile sires
taking, mating, making, hating
in foolish mazes of mere lost lies

At a window where light overlooks
the revelation that has been said
at the cobblestone path taken
by the very hand of the inner self
tranced by the ridiculous gesture

At the torrent winds of heartbeats
waiting for bubbles of affliction
and all the socialized inflections
tenses affections of timeless ridicule
memorized in tounges of exceptions

Petals of the unknown boiled the clouds
flourishing in a gasolene bubbly smoke
lavishing in a contextual melody of good
the lures, those silences of push and pull
trails of the lost signals and flashes of null
the then that became a forgotten tragedy
the now when love twists its curl on a crux
it's all a delusion, a death of an abandoned body
that time when the table was set with love
straws lighted to try and make a heart happy
mercies of dedication and that invested time
tending to the home growns and the late nights
trims of tight, that lost gaze of the lost mercies
standing on the salty stone set to melt, an arrest
as rotten shatters rest on the barren grounds

There was the barren land
on soils ready and fresh
to make love to the bones
inside a stew that loathe
boiling to a place of peace
this palace of contentement
where all the walk is done
and the wrongs undone
sometimes pride is accorded
recorded on the unforgiven
vinyls of the paradisical scent
of beginning and self assurance
as the sun chases its warmth
right to the core of my very heart
the fineness felt is a mystery
blowm inside the breezy lux
in miles within millions strings
stranded in a unification force
bonding the unbound in love
rolling the tears to milled moulds
where rumbles of the unburied
lay in echoes of deemed silence

A void of emotional loneliness
inside the empty glasses of pain
seared in mere shudders of anger
the shatters of depressive sound

It's a birth of many experiences
closed off between the ledges
within compactification feelings
suppressed in ill-suited stimulus

The hypnosis of unknown days
married by illiterate experiences
above the complexes of linear
meaning and the flashbacks of self

It's a void of the unconsciousness
planting the senseless needs
over and under, over again
solving riddles, of past emotions