am i allowed to have an opinion?
or
am i allowed to have your opinion?
this
illusion
of freedom we all have
is
washed away
by
the fact that
laws meant
to
be broken.
we are a
society
that destests constriction
but
yet
we squeeze ourselves
into the
LIE
that we are
UNIQUE
because, really?
we are all
exactly the same.

Come closer child, and listen to us
Come now, hurry don't make a fuss
We'll tell you our tale
We've rehearsed it quite well,
I come wary, cautious of their trick,
and sit and listen to each little brick
Each tells me of journeys long ago and lands afar
Each shows me their every scar.
Some are  dressed finely in scarlety red
Others a pale orange from toe to head
But each ones pleas end the same
Cry out for me by name.
Don't let them destroy us they whisper to me
But I cannot argue with the state's decree
We've fought maany battles they cry
against paint, evil smoke, disease, please don't let us die/
But once again, same reply to their pleas
I cannot argue with what thee state decrees.

So we're all free, eh? If you start thinking outside the box,
Going against societies grain, then you are snuffed out,
Never heard from again. You can "whine and moan" all you want,
But you'll soon be cancelled out, bad manners are a fine reason
To throw you into the frenzied crowd.

Freedumbs indeed

Your days of voicing your thoughts are through, they've "solved
Everything" by letting laws even go into motion that simple sanity
Can disprove. These laws they always pass, your voice is never heard,
Democracy manifest's evil will soon turn your life over to the birds.

Beauty stares at me so senselessly
Thinking herself born a daughter of ugly
She's aggressive, impulsive, but gentle and caring
Who couldn't see anything more beautiful than her in sun lit mornings and perfect sceneries of golden sunsets
The Universe couldn't spin anything more perfect
Couldn't create anyone better
Trouble finds beauty to be priceless, following her everywhere, trying to obtain her in his claws
But the important thing is, beauty has no laws

I got up late and left the house at eight.
To some that might be early but it’s not.
The cloudless day surely would be great
I wanted to see a friend who I found hot.
Right before the bus stop I heard someone
Calling out my name, a voice I knew.
Asking if I wanted to have some great fun;
He could be counted on to follow through.

We went around the corner to a buddy
One I was sure I had never met before.
His front yard was wet and very muddy
With marijuana plants there by the score.
We went inside and after a few doobies
I asked him if the cops left him alone;
After all those plants are not jujubies.
He didn’t answer me, but dialed the phone.

A little while later I heard someone knocking
Our host went over, let the new guest in.
I guess my face betrayed something shocking,
Because I heard the laughter of my friends.
Standing in the door was a policeman
Full regalia, face as stern as a warrior.
I got up, almost straight enough to stand
When our host said don’t call your lawyer.

Relax, he said, the cop is my kid brother
And he does not believe in this law;
He thinks the rules against *** and hemp
Are dumber than a script from Hee Haw.
We sat there with him and passed the joint.
He told us not to worry about his sergeant.
He smokes too, so that’s a good point.
*** heads with a policeman friend is pleasant.

I never made it over to my friend’s place,
The one I started out today to see.
He didn’t expect me, so it is no disgrace.
How the day turned out was okay with me.
One of the nice things about cannabis use
Is the happy acceptance of one’s fate.
Not caring where you’re going is a good excuse
To stay longer and not care if you are late.

love is an untamed force......
when we try to control it .....
it destroys us....
when we try to imprison it it enslaves it......
when we love someone with the expectation of being loved in return its  wasted .....
LET IT BLOOM........LET IT SPREAD ITS FRAGRANCE......LETZ SIMPLY LOVE.....

When I say I’m a nudist
I am told I’m disgusting
But then, I keep forgetting
It’s that “people don’t ****” thing.
And people don’t ****
And nobody ever craps.
They just keep their napkin
Tucked safely in their laps.
They don’t belch, not ever,
And nobody picks their nose.
It’s the way of polite folks
And that’s just how it goes.

Well, let me remind you
Where you were born,
And where you came out of,
And that you were shorn
Of any kind of clothing
Both mother and the child.
You were born like the animals
Both domestic and wild.

You are naked one assumes
When you shower your body
So, please quit acting like
****** is something shoddy.
Your parent put such madness
Inside of your innocent head;
Things like getting re-dressed
Each night when you go to bed.

The insanity of Europeans
Who came to American soil
And wore LAYERS of clothing
In the heat while they toiled.
Then they went to other lands
And warped the people there
With the strange brand of madness
They had been taught to share.

They were taught to be ashamed
Of what god had given them;
That their private parts were evil
And turned you into a golem.
And when asked for a reason
For this weird kind of crazy
They started talking about god
When their logic got all hazy.

So you “people don’t ****” folks
Can just kiss my naked ***.
That thinking might work for you
But for me it won’t pass
For anything but brainwash
And the programming of the sick.
So wake the hell up, the rest of you
And get on the natural stick.

If I want to be naked all day
And you want to wear clothing
That should be each of our choice;
A personal ‘go or don’t go’ thing.
I mean, for a perfect example here
Think of laundry bill savings
So, you can just stop harassing
And gnashing and raving.

Brent Kincaid
4/12/2015

Laws are man-made anytime                                                                                  Where everyone knows what he or she                                                                     Wants about one's obligations and duties towards                                                 One's community anytime ,anywhere,and everywhere ,but                                    A lone wolf might escape avoiding that great sound of the mind                          To hijack those man-made laws by                                                                        Doing evil things anytime ...                                                                                      Always there is a clear crime and there                                                                    A clear punishment derived of those pretty man-made laws anytime ...                 No one can escape one's crime by not being punished well                                        Simply because justice should prevail greatly and wonderfully ...                      Law-abiding citizen are always pretty winners                                                     Simply because they live happily and gladly with their neighbors ,but               There are still lone wolves waiting to prey on innocent people anytime ...       Accountability prevails if justice prevails for all people                                        No matter what they are or what they have anytime ...                                       _____________________

Laws are made
in the light of
its consequence,
written to be
enforced rather
than practiced

An active angel
abides by the
natural laws in
which it resides

Following the example
of the sun: turning
leaves green not
because they
lack green

In its essence emitted
allows for such
things to exist