I share with you,
  not for hubris or ego
    compliments or motivation,
       I share with you as a vessel to and from experience,
         to possibly influence the consumption of gumption,
           and the delumptious taste of this drink called Life

Grasping ever so tightly they cling to what may be
Or rather may have been, after all that original sin
It still feels fresh, shiny, and new time and then again
The rose colored lasers have penetrated, so you see

Around and they go full spin again, smash, and collide
As his violet colored contacts glance on her perfect behind
A mask we must continue to live in the shadows and hide
No doubt this collision is one of no other impossible kind

The Universal laws have no choice in, that matter Will abide
Blindly searching for the answers that no one could ever find
Extraordinary journey nonetheless, one hellaciously fun ride
Sun colored glasses as time passes and everything will remind

Me
Of
You
And
All we
Do

And once the day comes where our I do's transform to what we did
And you have achieved chased, and conquered each and every goal
Remember this before your dose into dreams and close your last eyelid
I wish you peace, love, and clarity of your mind, body and eternal soul

Almost out of gas, but this too shall pass
Try your own 2 feet, ahh the people you'll meet

Everyone's Avoiding death , but wait before you leave...
Please just take a breath, and remember to breathe

Holy ****, you gotta love fresh air
A world full of lies, yet the Earth still gives
As we pass the buck, and ignore the rare
Even Mel Gibson dies, but not everyone lives

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