I cannot be tamed,
but I cannot be blamed,
for the way I behave.

I can tell you want me,
I can see it in your eyes,
when you look right at me,
and your pupils dialyze.

I'm just being me,
why can't you see?
You can't hate what's true, shows what you knew
about people, life, judging, and grudging..

You can't, for it only grows hate in your heart
When you think bad thoughts about yourself and others
there's a part of You that melts away
And the demon inside, is free to play..

When you get down to it, there's no stopping me.
To my moves on the floor, the the words in my flow,
         there's no copying me.
I just spit out some more,
Oh, I'm sorry, did I get that on your face?
      I didn't know this **** was a race.
Not one where the winner is the fastest,
but the one who can actually last this; stand this:
                 Conform! Please the Man!
                    bureaucracy,
                    hierarchy, or
                          do what you can
                                                  to ask,
Who Is Man?
Who Am I?
                 Often, hidden like Waldo in this world..
                          Where even 'Hello' is a Forgotten Word.

The beat you can't repeat,
   my flow's last defeat,
     will not be obsolete
            some teach
            some preach
             but i reach
             then breach
what others cannot see
even when they seek.
          For it's only seen when the weakness, and darkness, and harshness of Soul, disappears.
                                   As clear as the near drop of Life spills down your throat
                            As the lips slips and drips Truth that the Conscious Cannot Hide.
But it must be released
Or it will become deceased
            And crawl back to the Corner of the Mind
Where through the Door,
                         leading,
                              retreating,
              ­                       to the Imagination, Creation, Manifestation of Thought, Individuality, and Soul
The whole of the creature made up of this, separates it from the rest..

                Though all else is the same,
                                   aggression, survival, with no protection but skin
                                              Nothing guards our Minds..

uncanny     unrefined      
   undefined, but established
               Here, Now, In this Moment
                                                     then gone

Constant flowing imagination
creation, frustration, hesitation
  focus
freedom
rhyming
subsiding
rain came clear beyond
this cliff of addiction

Who knows, motion
beautiful mistake
mislead confusion
finding rise

Drugs, keep em coming
Escape, Abuse, Release

The show must go on,
no matter how heartless,
               mindless,
         brainless,
    caged
chained..

I slowly lose it every once in a while.
Get too "out there", philosophical thinking.
I lose myself in thoughts, but seem to find out more and more Truth.
I get a spark on insanity, but it helps me see the sanity in it all.
I get happy to know this is in existence, then sad and angry that no one else sees it.

Sometimes just want to drop everything and yell: "Do you not see this, do you not see what is happening right now to you to me!?"
We are incredible beings, with the ability to think and feel, and know we are doing so, the capability to create, destroy.
Yet some of us are still mundanely getting up at 5 to go to a job we hate to come to a broken home to watch our favorite t.v. show to help us escape from our lives, to drink some beer to chill out, to buy that bigger car to make us feel less small.

If everyone, right now, could just stop what they are doing, look up at the stars..
you are connected to everything

If everyone could realize that this Earth is our original Mother and our only Home, like really see, maybe even feel how she feels, would they respect her more? If they knew the natural givings she offered for us to live, the herbs, food, habitat, water, medicine, etc, would we stop destroying it?

If everyone would focus on meditating and Love as much as they do the clothes they wear or the shows they watch, imagine the exponentially positive vibrations this world would propagate!

I understand a lot of our ancient wisdom has been swept under the greed and power rug. I understand some people and cultures still adhere to these, and to other natural laws of love and life. But i also see the opposite, and the indifferent.

t's good to be good, it's bad to be bad, but it's worse to be indifferent. Some of you are. You hide in your magazines, your T.V. Shows, your gossip, your fake happiness. the happiness you create out of thin air and consciousness. That is how I make my happiness too, but I don't birth mine out of sorrow and lies.

I know what I know, and I am satisfied, but will always remain a student, and hopefully at times, a teacher.

The children are growing, evolving, and astounding me. I've always known there was something special about children, and there is. They are the closest ones to the realm between Life and Death. They know more truths than we do, and we tell them lies. We tell them what they know in their heart and soul is not real, which is a huge mistake. Because also as children, we start to believe it, so we conform to a society of one-way thinkers.
Indigo, calling out to you to color the spectrum with your radiance of intelligence. Watch out for these guys.. I know I have qualities, and I try to have many conversations with others that do as well.

Insomnia. Why? Idk. Several reasons. Writing helps. Maybe I have too much **** up in my head. I need to get some of it out.

Still I cannot help but fathom the fact that I know all these things, (and I know others do too) yet I walk around the bare white walls and see the blank step ford stares of other inhabitants of this planet.  They are all going about their business as if nothing is happening. As if all of this is normal!
Sure I can do all this homework, go to work, pay rent, pay for school, drive a car, text and drive, eat this fast food, study, make my parents happy, make the cops happy, don't step on anyone toes, just try to be the best in my field, find someone, marry them, have kids, raise demons in this Hell, cry, become old, wonder where my life went, buy a motorcycle to make me feel better, see my kids all of a sudden leave my house, get sad and lonely again, continue my mundane job or hopefully have enough money to quit and travel, maybe retire, maybe have a cool hobby, try to **** myself with cigarettes and ***** before I live old enough to really hate myself.
Yea, that sounds really normal. I mean comon' most People on this Earth live like This. (If you can call it living).

**** NO! WE have the powers and capabilities to think and to do, so ******* do them.
think for yourself, do for others

It makes me feel better to come across things like Spirit Science or The Emerald Tablets or The Flower of Life books. Because it proves my sparks of insanity are real. I am not alone in the way I think.
This non-believer found something to believe in.
Now I must be patient, I do not want to become one of those 'bible-pushers' i hate so much.
But the Movement needs to move..