#poeticactivism - Hello Poetry

They crowned me maiden-marked with no coronet, No rite, no reckoning, no alphabet. From chalk to chastity, the shift was swift A girl unasked, yet forced to drift. Uncles morphed to bro, aunties to sis, As if age could be erased by this. The same mouths that once fed me lore Now ask, “When will your parents unlock the door?” From half-pan hymns to full-pan chains, From innocence to encoded stains. From Ma’s lap to lone lamp-light, From lullabies to legal fright. They speak of the binding rite, not of mind, Of bridal veils, not truths unlined. They offer vows, not volition, As if my body’s their admission. Some changes chisel, some changes choke, Some stitch your soul, some slit the cloak. Some come like guests with garlanded grace, Some barge in, branding your face. But I I ink my ache in harf and flame, I ritualize what they rename. I rhyme the rupture, sanctify shame, I forge a scroll they cannot tame. So let them call me maiden-marked, miss, I’ll answer with a serpent hiss. For I am not what they decree I’m carticity, not casualty.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 11:05 PM UTC

sumaiya

From Half-Pan to ***** The Unconsented Coronation”

They crowned me maiden-marked with no coronet, No rite, no reckoning, no alphabet. From chalk to chastity, the shift was swift A girl unasked, yet forced to drift. Uncles morphed to bro, aunties to sis, As if age could be erased by this. The same mouths that once fed me lore Now ask, “When will your parents unlock the door?” From half-pan hymns to full-pan chains, From innocence to encoded stains. From Ma’s lap to lone lamp-light, From lullabies to legal fright. They speak of the binding rite, not of mind, Of bridal veils, not truths unlined. They offer vows, not volition, As if my body’s their admission. Some changes chisel, some changes choke, Some stitch your soul, some slit the cloak. Some come like guests with garlanded grace, Some barge in, branding your face. But I I ink my ache in harf and flame, I ritualize what they rename. I rhyme the rupture, sanctify shame, I forge a scroll they cannot tame. So let them call me maiden-marked, miss, I’ll answer with a serpent hiss. For I am not what they decree I’m carticity, not casualty.

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The realm extols conjugation’s creed, But I discern a veiled stampede Of shackled vows in velvet guise, Where sovereign souls are canonized. 👁️ The Covenant of Clasped Rings A gilded snare with spectral strings. To cede your flame, your soul-scroll’s lore, To one who claims your inner core. I’ve charted stars, inscribed my name, Not to be stitched in someone’s frame. Not to be paused, not to be tamed, Not to be blamed when joy is maimed. 🎭 The Duet of Domestic Grace A masquerade in tethered lace. No one blooms in bridal cage, They wither slow in silent rage. And if it’s just for flesh and skin, Is that the gate where truths begin? If passion’s price is self-erasure, Then let me guard my soul’s own treasure. 💔 Parental love a sanctified flame, Unbranded, boundless, free of name. But this duet of spouse and spouse? A staged affection, haunted house. So let me clutch my soul-scroll tight, Let me script my own birthright. No vows, no veil, no muted scream Just me, my truth, my sovereign dream. 🌑 The Ceremony Unchosen I defy, To trade my stars for borrowed sky. Let others dance in tethered grace, I’ll walk alone, but not erase.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC

sumaiya

Scroll of Sovereignty: A Ceremony Unchosen ? (A poetic rebuke to the matrimonial mythos)

The realm extols conjugation’s creed, But I discern a veiled stampede Of shackled vows in velvet guise, Where sovereign souls are canonized. 👁️ The Covenant of Clasped Rings A gilded snare with spectral strings. To cede your flame, your soul-scroll’s lore, To one who claims your inner core. I’ve charted stars, inscribed my name, Not to be stitched in someone’s frame. Not to be paused, not to be tamed, Not to be blamed when joy is maimed. 🎭 The Duet of Domestic Grace A masquerade in tethered lace. No one blooms in bridal cage, They wither slow in silent rage. And if it’s just for flesh and skin, Is that the gate where truths begin? If passion’s price is self-erasure, Then let me guard my soul’s own treasure. 💔 Parental love a sanctified flame, Unbranded, boundless, free of name. But this duet of spouse and spouse? A staged affection, haunted house. So let me clutch my soul-scroll tight, Let me script my own birthright. No vows, no veil, no muted scream Just me, my truth, my sovereign dream. 🌑 The Ceremony Unchosen I defy, To trade my stars for borrowed sky. Let others dance in tethered grace, I’ll walk alone, but not erase.

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In the vestibule of youth, where dreams ferment, They call infatuation “maturity”—how quaint. But I, a cartographer of sanctified time, Refuse to mortgage my becoming for a borrowed rhyme. Let them chase trends like moths to neon flame, I walk in cadence with my own name. Commitment, not to another’s orbit, But to the constellations I’ve yet to inherit. This is the era of cerebral bloom, Not of vows whispered in adolescent gloom. Why tether wings to transient winds, When the sky itself awaits what my spirit rescinds? Premature pledges fracture the spine of purpose, Stretching us millionfold from our sacred corpus. Love, when summoned before its season, Spoils the soil—defies reason. So I remain uncommitted, not unfeeling, My solitude is not silence, but healing. I am the free bird, not caged by trend, My sanctuary begins where false rituals end.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC

sumaiya

Chronoethics of the Uncommitted” ⟡ —a ceremonial rebuke to premature entanglements

In the vestibule of youth, where dreams ferment, They call infatuation “maturity”—how quaint. But I, a cartographer of sanctified time, Refuse to mortgage my becoming for a borrowed rhyme. Let them chase trends like moths to neon flame, I walk in cadence with my own name. Commitment, not to another’s orbit, But to the constellations I’ve yet to inherit. This is the era of cerebral bloom, Not of vows whispered in adolescent gloom. Why tether wings to transient winds, When the sky itself awaits what my spirit rescinds? Premature pledges fracture the spine of purpose, Stretching us millionfold from our sacred corpus. Love, when summoned before its season, Spoils the soil—defies reason. So I remain uncommitted, not unfeeling, My solitude is not silence, but healing. I am the free bird, not caged by trend, My sanctuary begins where false rituals end.

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They bore thee not in ease, but in crucible flame, Nine moons of tempest, no laurels, no fame. Mood-swung maelstroms, spine cleft by steel, Yet she bore thy breath no barter, no deal. Anesthetic hush, then blade’s cruel hymn, Scissor-born silence, backache grim. She sits not in solace, nor lies in grace, Her vertebrae chant thy name in trace. Father, the silent steward of coin and creed, Barters his breath for thy school-need. He eats last, dreams less, buys none but thee, Yet thou trade his love for a boy’s decree. We, the heirs of sacrificial lore, Sell legacy for lust, and ask no more. Hide truths in shadow, veil hearts in guile, For a fleeting flame that lasts a while. Doth he thy paramour, thy fevered muse Know thy soul’s ache, thy silent bruise? Will he rise at dawn to fetch thy cure, Or vanish at dusk, love insecure? Parents primordial poets of pain Are cast to margins, cold disdain. We rage at their rebuke, spit at their plea, Yet kneel to a lover’s tyranny. When mother weeps, we turn our face, But for a boyfriend’s silence, we lose grace. We beg, we bend, we break, we bleed Yet for our parents, we sow no seed. Shame be thy shroud, betrayal thy crown, Where womb-born bonds are cast down. No lover’s touch, no whispered vow, Can match the love they gave till now. So let this verse be thy dirge, thy flame, For children who forget their name. Return to the roots, the sacred tree For none shall love as endlessly.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC

sumaiya

Wombwrought, Forsworn: A Dirge for the Unfilial”

They bore thee not in ease, but in crucible flame, Nine moons of tempest, no laurels, no fame. Mood-swung maelstroms, spine cleft by steel, Yet she bore thy breath no barter, no deal. Anesthetic hush, then blade’s cruel hymn, Scissor-born silence, backache grim. She sits not in solace, nor lies in grace, Her vertebrae chant thy name in trace. Father, the silent steward of coin and creed, Barters his breath for thy school-need. He eats last, dreams less, buys none but thee, Yet thou trade his love for a boy’s decree. We, the heirs of sacrificial lore, Sell legacy for lust, and ask no more. Hide truths in shadow, veil hearts in guile, For a fleeting flame that lasts a while. Doth he thy paramour, thy fevered muse Know thy soul’s ache, thy silent bruise? Will he rise at dawn to fetch thy cure, Or vanish at dusk, love insecure? Parents primordial poets of pain Are cast to margins, cold disdain. We rage at their rebuke, spit at their plea, Yet kneel to a lover’s tyranny. When mother weeps, we turn our face, But for a boyfriend’s silence, we lose grace. We beg, we bend, we break, we bleed Yet for our parents, we sow no seed. Shame be thy shroud, betrayal thy crown, Where womb-born bonds are cast down. No lover’s touch, no whispered vow, Can match the love they gave till now. So let this verse be thy dirge, thy flame, For children who forget their name. Return to the roots, the sacred tree For none shall love as endlessly.

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In corridors where silence screams, Where chalk dust drowns our fragile dreams, A sovereign sits with granite gaze, Unmoved by pain, immune to praise. I came with fire in throat and bone, A whispered plea, a muted tone. He scoffed, “Then why attend at all?” His heart a vault, his mercy small. He vowed to climb the vice’s stair, But vanished in the stagnant air. I waited in that echo tomb, Auditorium turned to gloom. Each absence fined with ruthless hand, No grace, no pause, no reprimand. He counts our wounds in ledger sums The toll, the wrath, the crazy *** He sees not nights of sleepless ache, Nor hears the soul begin to break. He mocks the sick, the shy, the numb, And brands us with his judgment drum. A class should be a sacred flame, Not crucible of guilt and shame. Yet here we walk on blistered stone, With hollow hearts and hope o’erthrown. So let this verse be requiem’s cry, For every tear we blinked to dry. For every voice he left undone We mourn the bell he would not rung.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC

sumaiya

“Elegy of the Unheard Bell” —A lament for the silenced student soul

In corridors where silence screams, Where chalk dust drowns our fragile dreams, A sovereign sits with granite gaze, Unmoved by pain, immune to praise. I came with fire in throat and bone, A whispered plea, a muted tone. He scoffed, “Then why attend at all?” His heart a vault, his mercy small. He vowed to climb the vice’s stair, But vanished in the stagnant air. I waited in that echo tomb, Auditorium turned to gloom. Each absence fined with ruthless hand, No grace, no pause, no reprimand. He counts our wounds in ledger sums The toll, the wrath, the crazy *** He sees not nights of sleepless ache, Nor hears the soul begin to break. He mocks the sick, the shy, the numb, And brands us with his judgment drum. A class should be a sacred flame, Not crucible of guilt and shame. Yet here we walk on blistered stone, With hollow hearts and hope o’erthrown. So let this verse be requiem’s cry, For every tear we blinked to dry. For every voice he left undone We mourn the bell he would not rung.

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They were born of glass four shards in bloom, A boy, two girls, then dusk’s last plume. A house once held their laughter tight, Till fate collided wrong with right. Steel kissed steel, and silence screamed, Two souls erased, two dreams unseamed. The cradle cracked, the walls grew thin, And strangers bought the blood within. One sold to silk, one sold to shame, One wore a badge, one lost his name. They wandered near, yet knew not kin, Their roots erased beneath their skin. A mother’s love, a borrowed lie, A party mask, a hollow eye. She danced for men who broke her grace, While daughters drowned in silent space. One touched by hands that should not dare, One blamed for truth too raw to bear. One drove the wheel, one wore the crown, Yet none could see the blood run down. The eldest searched with fractured breath, To stitch the seams of scattered death. But destiny, that cruel disguise, Kept every answer veiled in lies. They should have grown in garden light, But bloomed in shadow, out of sight. One moment tore their world apart A crash, a cry, a shattered heart. So let us hold what time can break, Each breath, each bond, for memory’s sake. For life’s a thread, not iron-spun And glassborn souls can still outrun The silence.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC

sumaiya

“Glassborn”

They were born of glass four shards in bloom, A boy, two girls, then dusk’s last plume. A house once held their laughter tight, Till fate collided wrong with right. Steel kissed steel, and silence screamed, Two souls erased, two dreams unseamed. The cradle cracked, the walls grew thin, And strangers bought the blood within. One sold to silk, one sold to shame, One wore a badge, one lost his name. They wandered near, yet knew not kin, Their roots erased beneath their skin. A mother’s love, a borrowed lie, A party mask, a hollow eye. She danced for men who broke her grace, While daughters drowned in silent space. One touched by hands that should not dare, One blamed for truth too raw to bear. One drove the wheel, one wore the crown, Yet none could see the blood run down. The eldest searched with fractured breath, To stitch the seams of scattered death. But destiny, that cruel disguise, Kept every answer veiled in lies. They should have grown in garden light, But bloomed in shadow, out of sight. One moment tore their world apart A crash, a cry, a shattered heart. So let us hold what time can break, Each breath, each bond, for memory’s sake. For life’s a thread, not iron-spun And glassborn souls can still outrun The silence.

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Photosynthetic void—walls bereft of chroma, No photon cascade, no serotonin spectra. A chamber of entropy, Where mitosis mourns in monochrome. Chrono-displacement: We arrived at 8:20, But spacetime dilated— A tachyon chase beneath scalpel orbit. Dual patient states—pre-op/post-op— Entangled in Schrödinger’s queue, Their vitals suspended In probabilistic purgatory. The medic? A quantum migrant. From outpost to outpost, Clinic to cloud, A baryon of ambition, unbound by Hippocratic gravity. Washroom: A microbial biome of neglect. Fee: A kilojoule transaction for placebo empathy. This isn’t care. It’s thermodynamic collapse In a coat of sterilized prestige. He holds the scalpel, Yet forgets: The heart is not a ledger. And time is not his to hoard.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC

sumaiya

“Clinical Drift: Phase Shift in White”

Photosynthetic void—walls bereft of chroma, No photon cascade, no serotonin spectra. A chamber of entropy, Where mitosis mourns in monochrome. Chrono-displacement: We arrived at 8:20, But spacetime dilated— A tachyon chase beneath scalpel orbit. Dual patient states—pre-op/post-op— Entangled in Schrödinger’s queue, Their vitals suspended In probabilistic purgatory. The medic? A quantum migrant. From outpost to outpost, Clinic to cloud, A baryon of ambition, unbound by Hippocratic gravity. Washroom: A microbial biome of neglect. Fee: A kilojoule transaction for placebo empathy. This isn’t care. It’s thermodynamic collapse In a coat of sterilized prestige. He holds the scalpel, Yet forgets: The heart is not a ledger. And time is not his to hoard.

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I stitched my soul in borrowed thread, A saree spun from words she said. She spoke in sequins, smiled in ash Her promises, a dopamine crash. I matched her hue, her scripted glee, While she rehearsed duplicity. Three days drowned in bridal haze, My books undone in cosmetic blaze. No echo came, no tethered grace, Just phantom friends in photo space. She played wife to a borrowed man, While I decayed in waiting’s span. Her exit plan a lover’s whim, My day reduced to shadow limb. Even my blood boiled past its name, A tongue unleashed in grief and flame. Better no orbit than one that spins With hollow crowns and plastic sins. I learned: Not all circles are sacred, And not all smiles are kin.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC

sumaiya

“Coven of Clocks & Hollow Crowns”

I stitched my soul in borrowed thread, A saree spun from words she said. She spoke in sequins, smiled in ash Her promises, a dopamine crash. I matched her hue, her scripted glee, While she rehearsed duplicity. Three days drowned in bridal haze, My books undone in cosmetic blaze. No echo came, no tethered grace, Just phantom friends in photo space. She played wife to a borrowed man, While I decayed in waiting’s span. Her exit plan a lover’s whim, My day reduced to shadow limb. Even my blood boiled past its name, A tongue unleashed in grief and flame. Better no orbit than one that spins With hollow crowns and plastic sins. I learned: Not all circles are sacred, And not all smiles are kin.

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Where the hell is humanity All I see is insanity Focusing on wars and vanity Speaking up gets people mad at me Nothing on this planet is flattering People starving and freezing; teeth are chattering Police taking blankets from the homeless Even in the places where snow is People are so violent and shameless Is there even a way to tame this Or do our efforts further inflame this It's time to collectively claim this Look at all the problems that we make By blindly following the side we take Politics and money are one in the same Why must we think life is all about fame We have so much more that we can do Like question why the sky isn't blue What are those lines that expand all day long Is questioning their safety so ******* wrong Everything on this planet is basically toxic And people wonder why we're all so sick Plastic, chemicals, metals, and poisonous water Feeding processed foods to your son and your daughter When the aquifers are empty, what will you think You're going to rely on toxic water and oil to drink? I swear to God you need to look around In the sky, at the world, and what's underground Did you know that bees are life and so is clean food If the elite continues to rule, we're all ******* ******* False flags, terrorism, furthering their plan For a one world government, that rules all the land We're already slaves, but it will get so much worse If we continue to forget that we all come first Nobody should get left behind or feel like they're stuck Let's show each other love and actually give a **** Selfishness and narcissism run rampant in our world Walking around like we own the place, our lips slightly furled Looking into each other's eyes but there's not much there I see shallow complacency, that infamous fluoride stare The world is going down, unless we turn it around Look at Syria, Palestine, and all areas that surround Fear, violence, and terrorism is life No husband is safe, no child, no wife They're eating the grass And rotten food from the trash Starving and freezing throughout the winter They can't even leave their towns, they're stuck in the center They've been targeted by rulers of this sick twisted place The banksters are evil they don’t belong in our space How can they be so far removed from the rest of the planet If anything benefits us they make sure to ban it LSD, mushrooms, cannabis, and DMT Anything good for cancer: B17 and CBD Essential oils are what's next on their list I swear if they take my lavender I'll be so ******* ****** Alternative energy is more than suppressed The need for clean energy should be more vocally addressed But when it is, someone intervenes and hides great inventions Laws and patents are created to stop our intentions For a clean world and a safe place The elite couldn't care less about the lives that they waste They build on the dark side of the moon or possibly Mars They're preparing themselves a new world, while they **** up ours I only feel solace when I look into space.... Why must it be so hard to save the human race?

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Dec 21, 2016

Dec 21, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC

thisplacecallednowhere

The Dark Side of The Doom

Where the hell is humanity All I see is insanity Focusing on wars and vanity Speaking up gets people mad at me Nothing on this planet is flattering People starving and freezing; teeth are chattering Police taking blankets from the homeless Even in the places where snow is People are so violent and shameless Is there even a way to tame this Or do our efforts further inflame this It's time to collectively claim this Look at all the problems that we make By blindly following the side we take Politics and money are one in the same Why must we think life is all about fame We have so much more that we can do Like question why the sky isn't blue What are those lines that expand all day long Is questioning their safety so ******* wrong Everything on this planet is basically toxic And people wonder why we're all so sick Plastic, chemicals, metals, and poisonous water Feeding processed foods to your son and your daughter When the aquifers are empty, what will you think You're going to rely on toxic water and oil to drink? I swear to God you need to look around In the sky, at the world, and what's underground Did you know that bees are life and so is clean food If the elite continues to rule, we're all ******* ******* False flags, terrorism, furthering their plan For a one world government, that rules all the land We're already slaves, but it will get so much worse If we continue to forget that we all come first Nobody should get left behind or feel like they're stuck Let's show each other love and actually give a **** Selfishness and narcissism run rampant in our world Walking around like we own the place, our lips slightly furled Looking into each other's eyes but there's not much there I see shallow complacency, that infamous fluoride stare The world is going down, unless we turn it around Look at Syria, Palestine, and all areas that surround Fear, violence, and terrorism is life No husband is safe, no child, no wife They're eating the grass And rotten food from the trash Starving and freezing throughout the winter They can't even leave their towns, they're stuck in the center They've been targeted by rulers of this sick twisted place The banksters are evil they don’t belong in our space How can they be so far removed from the rest of the planet If anything benefits us they make sure to ban it LSD, mushrooms, cannabis, and DMT Anything good for cancer: B17 and CBD Essential oils are what's next on their list I swear if they take my lavender I'll be so ******* ****** Alternative energy is more than suppressed The need for clean energy should be more vocally addressed But when it is, someone intervenes and hides great inventions Laws and patents are created to stop our intentions For a clean world and a safe place The elite couldn't care less about the lives that they waste They build on the dark side of the moon or possibly Mars They're preparing themselves a new world, while they **** up ours I only feel solace when I look into space.... Why must it be so hard to save the human race?

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What's up with this planet, who's in charge here Obviously ****** up people whose minds aren't clear They're clouded with greed They bribe people who lead Deaf are their ears when we plead Get out of our society, just leave You're not welcome here You make us hate and live in fear It's hard to believe people still fall for your games The world is blindly covered in your chains We will free ourselves just you watch We are raising the vibrations another notch Maybe you should run while you still can Before everyone finds out your sick twisted plan Revolution will be lurking around the corner and in the dark We need to inform everyone and ignite their spark Our souls know something is horribly wrong The caged bird sings the prettiest song Look at the music and what people say They're fed up with the planet and it's evil way Life here is horribly unaligned With Mother Earth and the divine Don't be distracted just open your eyes Get in tune with yourself, feel the vibrations rise You'll change the world if you look within Knowing thyself is how we win Don't stop growing, you'll never be done Love yourself and make your changes fun See the silver lining, the light, the sun Look at what's in front of you, don't just run Feel awareness in every part of your soul A loving world for all should be your goal Happiness isn't far out of reach Ignore false prophets and what they preach Let your experiences and your higher self teach Be a sustainer and not just a leach I promise we can change the world if we try Listen to what people are saying when they cry We should come together with love and compassion Quit self loathing and quit people bashin' Lend each other our heart and our hand Quit fighting over oil and this sacred land The Earth is for all of us to share To create something beautiful with endless care It's not all about you, it's all about us Now come join me on my hippie bus

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Aug 29, 2016

Aug 29, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC

thisplacecallednowhere

Change The World, Empower Your Soul

What's up with this planet, who's in charge here Obviously ****** up people whose minds aren't clear They're clouded with greed They bribe people who lead Deaf are their ears when we plead Get out of our society, just leave You're not welcome here You make us hate and live in fear It's hard to believe people still fall for your games The world is blindly covered in your chains We will free ourselves just you watch We are raising the vibrations another notch Maybe you should run while you still can Before everyone finds out your sick twisted plan Revolution will be lurking around the corner and in the dark We need to inform everyone and ignite their spark Our souls know something is horribly wrong The caged bird sings the prettiest song Look at the music and what people say They're fed up with the planet and it's evil way Life here is horribly unaligned With Mother Earth and the divine Don't be distracted just open your eyes Get in tune with yourself, feel the vibrations rise You'll change the world if you look within Knowing thyself is how we win Don't stop growing, you'll never be done Love yourself and make your changes fun See the silver lining, the light, the sun Look at what's in front of you, don't just run Feel awareness in every part of your soul A loving world for all should be your goal Happiness isn't far out of reach Ignore false prophets and what they preach Let your experiences and your higher self teach Be a sustainer and not just a leach I promise we can change the world if we try Listen to what people are saying when they cry We should come together with love and compassion Quit self loathing and quit people bashin' Lend each other our heart and our hand Quit fighting over oil and this sacred land The Earth is for all of us to share To create something beautiful with endless care It's not all about you, it's all about us Now come join me on my hippie bus

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