Jul 2013
My days are spend with full sails, and a furnace full of fire
Others' desires pale next to mine, I'm like a Viking funeral pyre
Words meant to get you higher, to save dead men from the gallows
Now, shallow words can drown you, so I try to make mine deep
Sleep is not an option while navigating the concoction of tribulations that precede immortality!
This run is not a trial, I will wade through the mire
And I refuse to give an inch of what I've earned
To the lynch mob trying to burn me down
Not a frown will touch my face while a pen touches this hand
I have the power to shake this land, and I will not stand by and wait
While words of hate belittle and berate this great nation of LOVERS
We must rediscover our silver tongues with which we once flung words of hope from
Freedom and unity were shouted with vigilance and certainty
But, what's happened to the urgency in our voices?
All that's left is apathy in our choices
We're glad to be the ship at sea
At the mercy of the currents, tides and waves
Content to drift for days, and months and years
Ignoring the truth when it is spoken.
Are we truly to broken to listen?
Revolution glistens in the homes of parents reading to their children
It's time to get lost in those pages again
Words written with ink and with pen
Can sharpen the tongues, wits and minds of young women and men.
In a time desperate for thinkers and knowledge seekers
We must dig deeper and get these kids eager to be the change that will refuse that meager piece of pie!
They must be ready to cry, ready to fly, ready to DIE for the future they saw painted in the sky
Because the creation of solutions for the destruction of our nations Constitution
Will require those of a certain... constitution
With minds not moldable, but malleable
Able to be constantly changing
With each new thought they're rearranging their perception of the world
Each new direction holds a hidden collection of pearls
In each new book, genius acts of innovation reside just between the lines
Waiting for the right set of eyes to crack the code
But, foreboding trends tend to send children away from the etchings of a pen
Glass screens gloss teens faces as they slowly erase the taste of
Imagination
Ridding this world of its critical thinkers
Damning us to a sea of words with no anchors
Sadly, some will sink.
But those with a nose for poetry and prose will float away on their pregnant thoughts!
And when the time is right
Those whose minds are ripe
Will strike back against those who sell our prodigies to companies
Who keep them on their knees with mediocrity by means of sterilized dreams and marketing schemes
And...! And... we need to steal our dreams BACK!
Because dreaming is for dreamers
And I know that sounds repetitive
But in this crazy competitive world we must stake claim to what is ours!
And once the dreamers can dream again...
Just imagine what they could do once THEY imagine what they can do!
With hopes and dreams in our veins and imagination in our brains
We cannot be contained to mundane existences!
Extraordinary is the only way to live on your story!
These well storied and well versed persons will take their turn at tilting the world's axis
To gain access to the accessories needed
To stage and intervention
To change this distressing misconception that books are a dead means of mental transportation
They can
Teleport us to foreign shores
They can
Show us ways of thinking that we've never thought of before
They could
End these foreign wars
If we would just give them a shot
At stirring the melting ***
Getting this country swimming in the same direction again.
Our children deserve education through critical thought
So their minds will not be bought
Rather they will be sought out
To put and end to this critical thought drought
However, our children are still taught
With No. 2 Pencils
A Scantron
And bubbled sheets of paper.
Others' desires pale next to mine, I'm like a Viking funeral pyre
Words meant to get you higher, to save dead men from the gallows
Now, shallow words can drown you, so I try to make mine deep
Sleep is not an option while navigating the concoction of tribulations that precede immortality!
This run is not a trial, I will wade through the mire
And I refuse to give an inch of what I've earned
To the lynch mob trying to burn me down
Not a frown will touch my face while a pen touches this hand
I have the power to shake this land, and I will not stand by and wait
While words of hate belittle and berate this great nation of LOVERS
We must rediscover our silver tongues with which we once flung words of hope from
Freedom and unity were shouted with vigilance and certainty
But, what's happened to the urgency in our voices?
All that's left is apathy in our choices
We're glad to be the ship at sea
At the mercy of the currents, tides and waves
Content to drift for days, and months and years
Ignoring the truth when it is spoken.
Are we truly to broken to listen?
Revolution glistens in the homes of parents reading to their children
It's time to get lost in those pages again
Words written with ink and with pen
Can sharpen the tongues, wits and minds of young women and men.
In a time desperate for thinkers and knowledge seekers
We must dig deeper and get these kids eager to be the change that will refuse that meager piece of pie!
They must be ready to cry, ready to fly, ready to DIE for the future they saw painted in the sky
Because the creation of solutions for the destruction of our nations Constitution
Will require those of a certain... constitution
With minds not moldable, but malleable
Able to be constantly changing
With each new thought they're rearranging their perception of the world
Each new direction holds a hidden collection of pearls
In each new book, genius acts of innovation reside just between the lines
Waiting for the right set of eyes to crack the code
But, foreboding trends tend to send children away from the etchings of a pen
Glass screens gloss teens faces as they slowly erase the taste of
Imagination
Ridding this world of its critical thinkers
Damning us to a sea of words with no anchors
Sadly, some will sink.
But those with a nose for poetry and prose will float away on their pregnant thoughts!
And when the time is right
Those whose minds are ripe
Will strike back against those who sell our prodigies to companies
Who keep them on their knees with mediocrity by means of sterilized dreams and marketing schemes
And...! And... we need to steal our dreams BACK!
Because dreaming is for dreamers
And I know that sounds repetitive
But in this crazy competitive world we must stake claim to what is ours!
And once the dreamers can dream again...
Just imagine what they could do once THEY imagine what they can do!
With hopes and dreams in our veins and imagination in our brains
We cannot be contained to mundane existences!
Extraordinary is the only way to live on your story!
These well storied and well versed persons will take their turn at tilting the world's axis
To gain access to the accessories needed
To stage and intervention
To change this distressing misconception that books are a dead means of mental transportation
They can
Teleport us to foreign shores
They can
Show us ways of thinking that we've never thought of before
They could
End these foreign wars
If we would just give them a shot
At stirring the melting ***
Getting this country swimming in the same direction again.
Our children deserve education through critical thought
So their minds will not be bought
Rather they will be sought out
To put and end to this critical thought drought
However, our children are still taught
With No. 2 Pencils
A Scantron
And bubbled sheets of paper.
