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Inside

Let me share with you
The torments inside my head
Layers of fragmented pieces
The confusion of a dreams,
Thoughts of anger, sadness, and love.
You say a heart will heal, to focus on peace
Breath inward, outward, but that does heal burnt grits
Is it all just that, I’ve just taken a hit,
That doesn’t help the world we share
A center of you, a center of me,
Eco-logical life, broken into bits
Cut open not able to move
The recurring trip.
Who, what, will can change this planet, a miracle
It’s you; it’s I, to make changes, to right the wrongs
Individually we can’t change all this, hmm, just leave it alone
I don't think so, no,
Disease of the body, this dis-ease of life
Dis-easement of the Earth, for a better life, huh…
We seek to conquer, only then we destroy
Have we become what we despise
Only just to hide, to cover with a joke,
What is it that lies beneath?
Your mind, my mind, no time, all the time
TV shows shock the culture, rape the people,
Gas for our cars, make-up for our fate
Guns hit our children in the face
Crude, isn’t, change what another thinks.
Annihilate all who fight, for their rights
Who’s right, am I right, are you right
This is why I write, do you write,
Do we care what, if anyone has rights?
Even bad guys can write, do they have rights,
Will we reply before another dies, let them then die
Annihilation here, children die in fear
Indigenous fades to a forgotten time
Natives lose nature’s gifts, only denied by a genocide.
Capitalism, Communism, Islamism, who give a shit
When children are shot, to die in the street
Stealing a meal from a garbage can be your last picks,
Abused till your deadened, turned away by your old man
Sex sold to survive, stolen from a child
To be fondled and betrayed, sick of it man.
Oh can’t we just look away, maybe sit and pray
Leave it for a rainy day, a masquerade
Shake a fist, hit a wall
Stop the voices that drag and pull.
The violence that consumes, it affects us all
The old get colder, no place to go
Ship them in a container, left to grow mold.
Live life in a cube, all arms away
Just work and deteriorate, to kill the day.
Jobs to create economy, economy creates slaves
Its still and always has been, children dig their graves
Since way back in the days, children learn the labors wage,
Picking up a gun, shooting to keep the westerners away.
The wild west, decimate graves, George on a high horse
Excited, determined to change early custom ways
Genocide, petrified, purified, oh God let me out.
Wait for death, hell why not hurry it and see
Say bye to your children, your lover, and your spouse
Hang your self in a closet, away from the bible belt.
It always been here to know, you know
To know what lies beneath your feet, is crumbling slow
It’s what consumes your heartbeat, the choking smog
The constant humming of the city plays in the mind,
My head aches and body shakes, these songs have no rhyme.
The invasive music that orchestrates in my bed
To live life as one, or is this dreamer dead
This Earth, people, creation of life, living all as one
Take it from me, I will dream and live another one.
These thoughts that smother and kill us all,
Only breathe in, breathe out to renew old ones.
Breath in, breath out, please let me out
Let me escape this Earth, the deterioration, the drought.
Rolling over a child, don’t want to see another tank,
To mutilate a voice, denied, defy, oh I feel so blank.
Your view, my view, world view, do you have at least a view?
See the now, be the past, let it pass, the solitude might last.
Need to change, rearrange how we view, listen for the clues.
Till the tears run exhausted, blown dry
I’m bound by this prison
The physical, emotional pain inside.
Let me show you inside my head
Layers of fragmented pieces
The confusion of a dream,
Thoughts of confusion, questions of why
But not of hate,
I’m too tired to retaliate.
But we can turn to love,
Bit by bit
Never give up, never quit…


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