Look nowhere but within, for your spiritual highs, forgiveness and sin. The saddest truth there is, your a commodity. You're a consumer to the holy man who put a price on his wisdom. And the teachings of the earth are so lost That we pay for courses in the innate. To know what we thought we never needed. And become who we thought we'd never be. Isn't that ironic? We're lost. This human being.
I'm watching the rain, again watching how it's driven crashing from the heavens towards the Earth bringing new life, rebirth such a precious commodity yet it's treated with triviality man cannot live without water but will fight to death for an idea being heralded a martyr shedding precious tears tell me why you fight? why you need the pain when everything will be alright right as rain.
This is an obvious one, seeing you is all I need to make a bad day good This is an obvious one yet you still do not know.
If we were a cookie you would be the chocolate chip goodness that bring absolute bliss as it melts. This’s is an obvious one yet you do not know, Words I should have spoken sooner; like the first roses are red on an awkward date or the first song sang to impress, true that violets are blue
This should be obvious I cherish every moment like it’s my last because seeing you smile, is a commodity, one only a few may enjoy.
Stars twinkle and cows may jump over the moon but you smile and I’ll smile too. This should be obvious.
The only planet I might ever touch with my toes in my lifetime, the only planet that our children may ever, is in constant flux as humankind fights on high between the minds that can't decide on the price of life in this land of freedom, minds on high that can't decide if a government should protect its citizens' best interests or preach individualism until the best is a corporate Wild West. Until when? The time Has come.
It is. You can see it. Look what you've built. Gaze upon social implosion and cry.
I Am nothing With Out This Blessing
I Am a part Of the We as the
You want to see God? Feel your face with your hands. Look at yourself in the mirror. Assess what you've become.
At some point in time, The value of commodity Became The value of a human life At some point in time, The value went intangible Became the money We need, when
Our leaders all fritter Fiat funds For access to guns and bombs.
Can you help me please I have been born into someone else's life how else to explain a child like me living on the streets filled with quagmire alone and lonely watching your children pass by They dressed in clothes that fit not found in an alley filled with the worlds least desirable Their mouths having tasted a regular meal not the hand me down scraps that provide sustenance but not nourishment They walk to school for education while I pander to humanity for another day of living idle chatter a commodity I can ill afford laughter a luxury that evades me smiles are for financial gain not for expressing inner joy Yes this is not my life, but a temporary stop, is my hope
Escape from Planet Hipster They're nostalgic for a time When wearing the peace sign was a revolutionary act; Now propaganda of the deed is free shows on ghetto borders Craft IPAs, grandpa's clothing, and dismissal above all.
Wake up in the morning with a chip on your shoulder; like a **** in a serial killer- someone's going to learn the truth if you keep dripping. Trading in your old records for something new, you felt the urge to scream right as they cut to commercial break. The price of a commodity becomes outweighed by it's crowd How truth is like Starbucks. The metaphysical quality of truth you seek/ want to burn between your fingers isn't even the worst document you've cleansed from their eyes. When they learn you, they're going to tear you apart. Don't forget.