The distraction of attraction
The intention , of what, your thoughts did mention
A fleeting glimpse, the curtain slightly pulled
A vision , on your hard drive installed
For hours for days the distraction remains
This attraction shall have you in chains
You smile
You laugh
You cry for your pain
Tears for the loss of something never owned
The ghost has never been seen again

War is natural

As we have laid down our history, so we now can see its evolution, alongside the flora and fauna

Each moment of discovery , every epoch of enlightenment, the archaeological evidence stares  back at us,
The hardline facts are undeniable, the rise of aggression control and power run parallel to the advancement of our race

Our time now, so blighted by an international arms trade that has no borders and no jurisdictions , a collective desire by world powers to amass and then to mobilize, a common fear shared by enemies of old.

We fund this,  we have done for too many years, we have suffered to provide for others great riches, we have furnished their attitudes towards us

We are gifted nothing in return, some of us do have more than others, some countries more developed than others,
What I have, you have not, but in return, that which you do  have , so many of us yearn for

Safety , security, prosperity, content convictions
I'm sure all of this could have been obtained through the enhancement of peace without restrictions

We as a global community deserve, so much more, and to governments of all nations we implore

Your burden is heavy
Your tanks are empty
Nowhere to turn , to make a hasty retreat
Its real and its got a hold of you the taste of defeat

Burying heads in desert sands
No way to wash the stain from hands
Your flag you have set and your mark is made
Enjoy the starring role in your malevolent masquerade

No more can your great friend deceit
Burn the land that caresses my feet
As the tempest of your turmoil continues to wear your sanity thin
Take yourself back, regress to the place where for you it did all begin

For those of you whose allegiance is towards the amassing of great animosity
Dont be surprised when there is no helping hand to pull you from your travesty
Your cover blown
To the lions you should be thrown

I can feel in my soul,
the howling wind,
I can feel in my soul,
that mankind has sinned.
The burning rays
of our raging sun,
mark the point,
where our suffering begun.
As sure as the water
always flows,
away our liberty and sanity
so easily blows

The nature of
our evolution,
has handed us only,
one conclusion.
Our time it is limited,
and divine,
our responsibility is to ensure
that our future continues to shine.

So easy it is
to presume
that this life
is a darkened room.
But history paves the way,
and our lives are deteriorating,
way beyond reason we will expand,
until there is no explaining

No code to decipher,
our actions, our deeds,
our depravity,
coupled with our grotesque needs,
the hand that feeds,
the furnishing of our greed

A flower that thrives
in a meadow golden,
the sign of a prosperous delight.
Watch as it wilts,
tarnishes this wonderous
unsurpassable sight.

See our dreams
and how they grow,
into the arms of desperation
they so easily go.
Taste the sweetness,
the nectar of existence,
indulge in addiction
its the common insistence.
Behold our infamous stature ,
a not so glorious rapture

I have no patience, worn away by time my resistance to retaliation now spirals into an unannounced era,

That selfish streak we inherited at birth  rears its fractured facade, rising high above my shadowed frame

Not just a lifeless machine but an entity of experience , a system of stimulation, the viscosity of the visuals  the nectar that soothes

But the light and sound can become just a bit too much, a responsibility this golden gift, bringing at times its own psychological rift

Something you hear, something you spy, burning your retinas, setting fire to your sanity,

But the calm must remain, the steady ebb and flow cannot be turned into a tempest, a beast of broken hearts , as war rages and smoke tarnishes blue skies, the sunset inside shines prolific, the smile of  innocence, always so erratic

Lost inside a twisted mind
Twisted thoughts rendering man blind
For my sanctuary so unkind
The distraction of inert reaction
Helps thoughts to find
The release
Onto a single piece
A parchment thin , a canvass vast
Pain and virtue, in stone are cast
And the twisted mind of idealistic incantations
It can rest amidst the failure of false functions
The time when instinct is your only pleasure
And salvation is served in such a tiny measure