Take my hand
Come with me
From this land
We will flee

All Infamous master's of control
Share one very similar thing
Remember their number one goal
As they sing let Free Dumb ring

They need to keep you simple and stupid
And distract you no matter what the cost
*****-Ohh-Scopes will guide you to cupid
And bleed you dry until everything is lost

All while feeding us their GMO lies
Making us Diabetic and insanely Fat
While asking if we'd also like Fries
Would you also like cancer with that?

Silence is Poetic braille for the Blind
Immune from Freedumb.. it's defined
As...The power to act or think or speak...
Without externally imposed restraints
As the planet heats and things look bleak
Please press none if you have any complaints

How dare you ***** and moan with your little crisis
Stare down at your smartphone so far away from Isis

Don't worry the doctor's got a pill for your neck pain
That way we can still keep our heads down and ignore
Social network from the grave liking pictures in vein
Big sleeping pills for our death beds, I pray you snore

So you have a chance to wake from this fabricated dream
Don't go softly into that night and just remain content
As the government spies and lies to build the next scheme
To gain absolute new world control for the one percent

But to each their own,
Except of course mystery slaves
Who remain unknown
Buried in their unmarked graves

Justice eventually prevails as bloodlines are mixed and bred
Powers to be, tip the scales from masters for whom they bled
Cried so much over the years,but Karma's seed is finally fed
Appropriately from the tears, from suffering so painfully shed


So won't you please take my hand, and open your mind
The time has come to take a stand, and see what we find

Inject the feeling back into our lives, or remain comfortably numb?
UnNatural selection of who survives, or regain so called FreeDumb....

True objectivity, may ironically just truly be, an absolute impossibility
Naturally we, I mean you, and me, aren't meant to dispute, but just be

So I ask you this.....
Mr. Religious Zealots
Ignorant sure Atheists
God fearing humans
and lost little Sheople

Shall we chase bliss...?
waste time being jealous
Wrongfully hate Sadists
? if this show is Truman's
And bow at the Steeple?

Would you want to see a movie, after someone tells you the whole plot
and also ruins and spoils the ending and whether there may be a sequel

Rhetorically I set you free from any obligatory answer or real thought
50-50 roll the credits please, Steven is finally even, we are now equal

So now that we are eye to ear and you can appropriately cry and hear
Lets choose to make those tears of beauty, laughter, joy,love and cheer

So for all of you who still claim to know
Wearing a suit the exact same
Human carcass as me and Joe Schmoe
Representing a various name
Swimming up stream fighting the flow
Playing this same exact game
Leading to that question of where we go
Fluffy clouds, or eternal flame

I have but seven things left to say
And YOU, may, even heed this as advice
Relativity is related in every way
But as far as we know, we don't live twice

Of course, I question if we have an everlasting soul
But the real question should be...what's the rush?
Lets enjoy this beautiful blue and green toilet bowl
And ride that wave right until the very last flush

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He is everywhere at once, yet a total mystery
He get's through any lock, yet never has a key
No matter where you go, there is nowhere to hide
He'll be there in the snow, he'll search far and wide

He's the shoulder for your tears
He's the blanket for your fears
He's the voice that no one hears
Yet always there all these years

He is sensitive and caters to all your needs
Where the others fail, he always succeeds
Your every hungry urge now finally feeds
He is the tourniquet for thy heart that bleeds

He is always there for you
In each and every single way
Until you find someone new
And you call him Mr. Yesterday

And now you know who this is truly about
But you may not yet know his very name
Yet you've met him without a single doubt
Because in this game we are all the same

So please, without any further delay
It is and always will be to my dismay

Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Everyman
If a girl is in need, he will be there...if he can

Wake up and rejoice for the privilege, you once again are alive
Obsess over bringing joy and insight, in fact go ahead and strive
Relinquish all hatred in your heart and wipe your sleep-eye crust
Don't forget and let out a **** so you don't spontaneously combust
Savor every waking and walking minute before you join the dust

Offer something you really want to someone who's really in need
Find out how much we all are blinded daily by unnecessary greed

Advise a close friend with true altruism and listen attentively
Decide to truly help them instead of avoiding it ever so gently
Visualize who you truly want to be and accept it's possibility
Impose random belly laughter at each and every opportunity
Create change that at the least can induce an effortless smile
Embrace reality and your dreams, we're only here a little while

You are my vessel, transporting me through eternity
Just a meat-sack of molecules trudging through space
Put it that way and there may be even less absurdity
Geocentric morons proclaiming this intelligent place

It's never too late, to stop and take things for granted
And appreciate being among the truly disenchanted

So is it luck or is it fate, essentially they are the same thing
Depending on your parents and what religion may bring

Either way, It's by far the strangest life I've ever known
And I've heard rumors that even the gods are jealous
Wishing secretly they could reap what they have sewn
So let us say a prayer that they don't get overzealous

Dear Poetry,

My deepest and sincerest apologies that I've been away for so very long
I know you're not pleased with me, and I wish I could say you are wrong
But please accept my appeasing words, and place them in a pipe or ****
Smoke session for the absentees, as we turn this poem into a fateful song

So now that we are friends again and I've spoke and made peace
Desist from how things have been, and promise me to also cease
Resist the inclination to use common words such as Seize the Day
Thought incubation can create replacements for the typical cliche

In conclusion,
Poetry, I just want to thank you for always being there for me
In Seclusion,
the great wide open, anywhere in the future I may choose be
An Exclusion,
Is impossible with you and I in collusion for eternity's timely
Perfect Illusion,
Which can only be truly stamped once these words are set free