You have the right to remain silent.
And why fight it as everything
you’ve said and done are hung
for all to see with no remedy to
clean up the mess…
You think if you say it loud, you say it best?
It takes an acquired finesse to rescue
damsels in distress, to slyly peel off
that dress until your left with the
nakedness of truth in between…
The Indian word for the source of light is Kissimmee.
And we all start from there,
born shirtless and bare
to an astounding glare with
maybe just a couple hairs
and fare skinned…
And then the molding begins.
And the evolution is consistent.
It trims at the dos and don’ts
at the who breaks the rules
and who won’t, until everything
were supposed to be floats
to the top, and what we really are
finds itself lodged and locked
somewhere between our heart
and our gut.
My mind gets hurt when it tries to transcend,
when it diplomatically tries to comprehend
to offer interpretations, to excite revelations,
epiphanies masked as inspirations, strutting
with catwalk determination and suspended
until cessation forces great ideas to result in
Simply because, temptation got in the way.
You were going about your day,
exactly like how they say,
because you got paid and will pay,
because, what the hey?
You think…I might as well
Make the most of it.
-- but man seems only to push it to extremes,
And we find ourselves crying tears of desperation.
Or perhaps it’s depression?
That sick gut pulling apprehension
born from guilt and brewed over a
low flame, until it is divided into them
and me, into ‘I’m the one in agony!’
and ‘how can nobody see?’
but deaf ears have become as common
as plastic trees and tears fall pointlessly
on hardwood earth.
But we all know how much it hurts, really.
And how about I take you out today?
Take your mind off and play with all
the other boxes filed into this organized system…
Remind you there’s a vision bigger than yours.
It may seem like they’re together but really,
Simply an extension of their phones,
and contacts, that lack contact,
that stop at a ringtone or beep,
that shuffle feet in the morning
at sun kissed skies and sigh at
the start of the day…
-- Because either way…
we all have to start today.
Got to make our way through,
and hope a pillow or two will
catch us when we fall.
That a pillow or two will
form some kind of wall
to shield us from tomorrow.
Pillows catch so much sorrow.
And borrow the weight of the burden
until we’re left tumbling into half built dreams…
-- Yes, pillows I think, is what this world really needs.
Pillows to feed an entire nation!
To be passed on from generation to generation,
Spread the comfort…and hold the love,
I believe the former takes precedence to the above,
we can never have enough of that…
My heart loves freely when it’s at rest.
Not strained to take life’s multiple choice test,
What would you like best?
a) To be Free.
b) To be Me.
c) To Comprehend a Divinity.
d) To be me by understanding I’m free while practicing the ****** of my divinity?
e) Not c or d.
We are who We want you to be.
So give the world more pillows,
At least then we may Dream...