I was re-ignighted by the eyes of this Righted deep blonde girl,
The ships in the harbour are still blowing their horns
The games you play to claim it's your day,
are dated and fated moreover belated
and quelling your truth.
Do you keep your teeth by the fire?
Ask everyone to admire...
The quagmire of pain
your trainers maintain must be crossed time and again?
Did you learn at young age the truth of the sage and thus leaf the page,
the rages of ages and people in cages
they dropped the ladder?
Nice bastardised souls
never married to truth though,
their teeth will fall out with their snouts in the air.
Because now they don't care
But they breathe the same air.
With their graces,
and genetic mutaces
that mutated the wants, not for a harmony,
but for a gratuity
and a headlong dash for cash to pass down and still they all frown
because their children will drown
in the tears they've ignored
and the ships are still moored,
their horns have been calling with cargoes of future cures and past knowledge.
Peace my brothers.
Peace my sisters.
Can't we just do what we know we're supposed to?
Can't we glue back the tiles
and run through the miles and give you adults
smiles to alkaline the bile mornings...
when all the falsehoods are dawning
like an intrusive sun through the curtain
and the baby needs burping,
but you're eating and slurping and surfing the advertising
disguising the fraternising
and poisionous content.
not needed or called for, but soon you will want more
When you do
they'll call you.
"hey, today, you work for us for pay,
so you can buy fun, and even a
'cos they'll take it away those who don't play our game"
Maybe they should be ashamed.
With their 36 channels
crossbows..." and their,
"re-design your own nose
to make more cash
feel more comfortable, have more fun
in our world of multiplicity"
but what stands the reasoning
behind this treasoning of my humanity?
than to subvert,
I wish I was a berk.
Because truisms, well they hurt and money doesn't buy you Love.
Love coes from the inside like compassionate eyes
and reality bites
but don't fright
it's your night.
I would like to say I'm happy and I am.
But a grandpappy who's seen dawns of unity
and families of towns
who understands frowns
now hears what would never be said out loud.
He is probably turning in his grave
banging his head against box walls attempting to call to us
"don't fuss, dont fight."
"Day and night is going to call us all back and forth and dust we trusted is going to be us all.
there is no failing,
no bewailing or trailing,
your path can't be followed or written,
the grit on the road was once part of a toad's house,
then a mouse hole,
then a tornado,
and so it fell to my mind
that's basically all I am,
My name's Jackson, I may as well be Sam
or a can of ham or
Because quietly I'm going to cram my days
with quality experience,
and love myself for doing it,
Because when I tell my children it,
I won't tell them their dreams can be sold or abused
I'll tell them they are from a mould that nature has used,
and she breast fed them,
"In this life,
you're gonna get quested and tested by eloquent vanity,
but don't ever forget the lessons you learned from
and from me,
that's how we build eternity.
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