History 101

Separation of church and state

is a JOKE

and it's funny how people still believe in the vote

it's so pretty

this intricate system of struggle

the design as significant as the trouble

Separation of church and state

is a LIE

sewn together as the mask of the grandest design

we're the skin of the beast with no eyes

no one sees

how we've surrendered our lives

Separation of God and man

is the TRUTH

look around, there is no man on the roof

we're the gods that we wrote about for ages

the truth is

history isn't written on pages

Sleep

why I fight it
once it starts I know it will get stronger
and stronger
fuck it I'm just gonna sleep

Like Your Favorite Show

left alone with your thoughts
are you stressed and desperately lost
you seek the distraction
and fear what might happen
the news said you're all mad men
psycho's oppose the plan
get a job and be a man
it's weird how we know what's expected
without being told to behave
we behave
take the time to reflect what you behave like 

Hamlet

My second trip to the morgue this week

another friend lost to the dream of sleep

perchance we dream when we're awake

and the true sleep holds us in our later day

the world keeps growing, yet we stay the same

more and more people paid to slave away

inside you feel the need to save the day

instead you get high and try to stay awake

you feel the sleep coming and you fear the dream

you're a lit match falling into gasoline

explode into the boom, reborn in fantasy

to sleep perchance to dream

Above Suspicion

I treat drugs like a law firm and take the highest offer

I'm not a smoker, I'm a cougher

I hid my vape inside my sock drawer

the kind of hate I have to offer

is belated and uncalled for

because today I woke up blazed

and wrote the rawest type of art form

There's a way to live life that's pure and innocent

and the one thing that's sure

ain't no one living it

some people highlight their motives

no one cares how you voted

do you stand for what's right

or just fulfilling quotas

take the time to notice

this is something of importance

spend more time loving

and less building fortunes

Abstain from temptation

be humble and patient

live everyday like a declarative statement

because the pain and decay of our civilization

is on rampant display on every radio station

on every TV channel

they pump opinions in our face

until we lose our handle

on the situation

and the planet

let's not talk about the future

because we damned it

Barefoot

Strutting around

looking official

spit shined shoes

and nickel plated pistol

The sheriffs gun

this man's a father

bound to a code

he would swear was honor

Strutting around

like us he's just a worker

but the glimmer in his eye

says premeditated murder

The sheriffs gun

it was a Colt .38

standing on the corner

his name was Nate

Freedumb

Abstain from temptation

be humble and patient

learn from advice

or be sorely mistaken

have faith in your instincts

and question shit when it stinks

be true to yourself

the rest is a mystery

Look them in the eyes

when you question their nature

see passed the disguise

in the eyes something sacred

the truth will be told

exposed like the naked

bare

yet as censored as a love affair

Today our graves

are exactly where they should be

in the dirt so we can nurture our community

if you saw the sickness

of government and business

the lack of human interest

religion and attrition

withered by the waves

on the shores of all existence

most of us are slaves

while the rebels are convicted

the masses still behave

as if they themselves

are not a witness

to any truth

yet still have faith in the voting booth

Moment of Clarity

In one fleeting moment all that pain comes rushing back in a stream of tears

and I choose to mask the pain rather than embrace its ability to humble me

All because of the insecurity of being exposed as vulnerable to life

as if this is something to only be known and never shown

So I'm trapped in this bubble of unexpression

stifled by the inability to be satisfied

In the end we just crave forgiveness

for our inherent imperfections

that can never be granted

by anyone but yourself

Part One

For the moment

conforming

spread the word

spread the warning

that I won't lay down

freedom or death

is now

The moment is coming

no more hiding and running

because it's Martial Law

precede the shock with awe

Soldiers assemble

like the guns they resemble

they're just tools of war

that's what they're fighting for

Trillions of dollars

spent on fighting the others

that can't be spent on improving our mother

she's more than a home

she's the light in our soul

they seek to snuff her out

that's what it's all about

An Act of Global Patronage

Abstain from temptation

be humble and patient
look them in the eyes
when you question their nature
see passed the disguise
in the eyes something sacred
the truth will be told
exposed like the naked

Today our graves are exactly where they should be

in the dirt so we can nurture our community

if you saw the sickness

of government and business
the lack of human interest
religion and attrition
withered by the waves
on the shores of all existence
most of us are slaves
while the rebels are convicted 
I was near Boston on the day
Martial Law
so futuristic 


 

Mortal Technique

Enamored with the standard

and the file transfer protocol

standard people stand

single filed

like the soldiers are

grazing on the graciousness

of laser eyed relationships

dehumanize the world

as an act of global patronage

We soil the land

with oil and chemicals

prohibition started to end the use of ethanol

the cleaner that we try to be

as a people or society

the more we will be lied to

by the plutocrates we're rivaling

This is the basis

of our current complications

we live in a nation

run by greedy corporations

they bought our politicians

and sold our souls to a religion

they worship profits

and they slaughter

drinking blood instead of water

we're the lambs

they lead to slaughter

everyday another martyr