MathGeek Posted February 26, 2008 Share Posted February 26, 2008 This life is less than a bed of flowers And the pessimists can rant on for hours About the rudiments of love, laughter and truth And the aspects that equate to a rotten tooth So, they ask, where is God in all this shit? If he's here, how do we get away from it? Then, he is malevolent if he is in hiding No wonder all the skeptics are deriding The Christian ethic and Pascal's Wager Why does it persist, this perceived danger Of an unseen hell that we can't conceive Of where some tormentor grants no reprieve This place eternal, a smoldering garbage dump That lives on because of urges like being plump Or of getting off on material so perverse No wonder our destiny is going in reverse Fanatical faiths are spreading lies and deceit Viral globalization piggybacking an agenda replete With worldwide population control by corrosive means Every image, every word might be a lie so it seems A wholly capitalized name forfeits all of your rights Even with only two letters capped, you are in the sights Of a movement that seeks power without limit or cost The natural citizen as a concept is becoming lost To this artificial reality developed by the ruling elite And by the end of the calendar, it shall all be complete We, the lambs, living in crowded cities away from our homes Everything we hold dear is a fleeting memory for the road So grab your firearms, blunt objects and unleash hell That elitist octopus carcass to high heaven shall smell And from that revolting trauma shall rise our recaptured free will And to do as we see fit since we ingested the red pill No more illusory delusion, no more being the copper-topped battery No more kowtowing to false authority with false flattery We are the children of something that is deeply universal We should not be divided by any kind of invisible transversal The mind is the same way, supressed and straining to breathe No wonder the youth are disenchanted, so much so they seethe The masculine, the feminine, the dualities of right and left Let the balance return and we can cease beating our chests Run with your emotions, let them play all the way through Everyone will feel better, vibrant, whole, even brand new Humans in tune, seven chakras completely in line Division is not our natural state even though it is defined Violence and silence and the error that is linear time Let us return to our seasonal roots and let us be kind To one another, these are the laws by which we should live This is our real nature, beatiful flowers not bloody shivs Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jchpiper Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 Quite a poem MathGeek....the message and the form. I'm continually impressed by both. I thought of the ripple effect when reading it. I don't have much hope that mankind (on a large scale) will get back to the roots. I do have hope that the pockets of folks that embrace those roots, have a tipping effect on the balance scale.....and I hope my own small contribution is not in vain. Thank you for sharing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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