Free, What’s That?
Asked the gentlemen of the master.
What a wicked crime, to cage a free mind.
He, being the master replied.
Release the hounds Timothy, he said in the next breath and yet with another check on our (no sound), holdings.
Boldly they boast of free, yet they rage trapped, by everything a million dollars buys.
And they still don’t have no piece of mind.
So they tell the little ones to be careful of advanced thinkers they just complicate things.
Whats freedom when your dumb to the game. (no sound), Free.
Yeah Right, you let em bottle water and you just got a carbon tax with tracking by gps.
Under your skin.
Health care falls under human decency.
Whats free when we pay to protect our freedoms.
Why have we gone so far.
Seeds are unpatentable.
Its so spiritual. The Blackness reaches out from beyond your comprehension. Who’s crazy now? When the fool and the owl have switched places. Erase your finger prints. Thieves do it cover up lies and liars do it to conceal place and time. To become who they are not. Remember every smile falls down.
When the rain falls in the distance, you can smell it in the wind. The air pressure changes and the temperature drops. You break out your umbrellas and tip-e-toe through the puddles looking for some cover from the elements. Then you get home, go to the kitchen , take a glass from the cabinet, turn to the refrigerator and reach for the picture of water. You drink that water and upon placing the glass on the counter you realize its time to pay your water bill.
Today is no different from any other day. Men plan and their Gods laugh. While others plot out a work around. Questioning themselves why don’t ya. Typos make you think. Simple minds will say Why didn’t he use spell check, yet others will penny what is he trying to say and the brightest of you will say. He’s brain moves faster than the light being trapped by his eyes. Who is wrong, what is wrong. Can anyone answer me. Sad really when we live in a world where right depends of who, when, what, where and how. Reason this out if you can, but I might add that if the maths wrong then how can the explanation ever be right?
my minds unemotional .
invoking free thinking.
now my world seems to be reversing the effects of shrinking.
My metaphors are so sexy right now your envisioning getting phucked right now .
up in the air .
your back against the wall as sweat falls form your forehead .
hitting your chest at the same time as the stream of us freezes in the cool of the Air condition.
they have conditioned minds to think inside the box.
as cleaver as a fox is .
hes still caught and stuffed.
the dream is full of its self.
remember you were told.
Earn your wings .
Don’t pay the toll
break bad in half and share it among you.
Is it a sin if circumstances makes it what it is.
from the top down.
You can do it.
Correct the math if you need help. The Egyptians did it.
Don’t let them tell you of distant lands in deep space.
No green card your not an alien.
The earth belongs to all of us.
No property tax.
Time travel see those black faces. It’s in your DNA .
I will see you at the crossroads. There is enough candy for all.
In list the old and find your way
the young will protect you.
The future will save the day.
This maybe taken as a FYI
but you should all ready know.
In hindsight vision is 20/20. Mistakes have been made and correction have to be made. Within the ether the light shines brightest when darkness is abundant. For guilt is only a reactive feeling based on knowing that one can not exchange past event for right actions. Depression sits in and medication is rendered null. See it goes deeper than therapy will ever be able to penny out of grants demeanor examine it for what it is. Later will never be greater than now. Look within the ether for the answers. Answer: Y is a crooked letter, with out explanation or reason. The plan will fail if there is a back up in reserve. One must overstand that the term go hard or go home says so much more than any writer of rhyme can fathom. Get the point. Its sharp isn’t it. Don’t cut yourself. understanding leads nowhere when four rights make a circle. Judgement is best left up to the self righteous. So pray you are not judged by the same judgement you leave up to others. Humans are and will always be self serving. Survive if you can. Flat lines serve two purposes and both begin with a single dot.
The natural progression of man to his divine state is the blessing of his labor. For when a one has come into the fullness of truth he/she becomes an it. Some more then others. The human can overstand, yet most wont. Transforming the reality of what is, to what needs to be. One may take the form of its spirit guide or simply manifest as its true self within the Ether. Having no need of approval nor for certification, it finds freedom. A true freedom likened only to that which is. Men in their lower states struggle to understand these heights and become frustrated within the question of what is real and what is prospective. Must will settle for the comfort of ignorance and others to run away from the trapping of society. Living lives of less when they should be enjoying one of more. They struggle with the idea of poverty against wealth. Just to find out that true poverty frees them from the simplicities of wealth while realizing that true wealth is not burdensome. In fact it’s that reality that allows these men to loan strength whereas poverty in the physical de-stories the journey.
Clockwork, timing is very thing. Read the signs, count the numbers, see what is and then move forward. Letting the sum digress feeds progress. I will not rest my case. Never think you know. When clearly if you did, you would not have to suppose. Roses grow bigger and brighter in season than out. My fingers bleed ink from writing on the wall. Words written in blood makes one think. Careless screams awaken me at noon time. The darkness in my room is caused by a closed mind. Eyes wide shut as I take steps not to step on butterflies. There, There little one, don’t cry. This is why the cage bird sings, it sings because strawberry field are home to little white flowers, with yellow insides, that feed busy bees, that dance on the wind. Wings flapping as fast as they can. Humming birds help with the task at hand and earth worms fest on their labor in the tomato garden, he laid down and died. Because his heart failed him. Now is when you attack. Subtracting your feelings is the only way you’ll make it in the world of candy coated hopes, nightmares sweetened artificially by man made spells. Typos to misspellings can anyone tell me the difference between you and I. Don’t play the race card. This is chess. Strategize, Bitch!
Dreams are events that happen during sleep. Nightmares are sleepless dreams the leave stains unremoveable by wishful thinking.
It’s hard out here, trying to stay straight. When the rules are designed to make you the loser. The games says go hard, but stay humble. Be different, but stay common. Don’t forget your dreams but sell out when necessary. Never give in, while giving up is the order of things. So I rebel against the system cause Heroes right their own rules. Cash is the measure of secuss. They want to control the artist, but the artist knows it can only survive as a free Spirit. So it’s hard out here. When the rules change at will to benefit the game. Orginial ideas are the new currency and schools only focus on training. Twelve years in boat camp, only cramps ones individualailty. Reality is based on the view point of the powerful. How I’m I supposed to tell my son to be a man when being a man will get you killed. My woman’s the new man and the cops are your new lover. So when I get mad and revolut they freeze my accounts and take back their money. Now I’m bartering sweat for dinner. And my ass for my manhood. I tell you it hard out here. Death to the system I scream for cream and everything inside says death to their money. Cause ain’t nothing going to change until the dollars dies. Why don’t the masses see it. Or our they to affraid to believe it?
It’s late at night and the lights in the public bus are turned down only cops and me are on the road. There is a open sign blinking with half the letters out on a back street. It’s a bar and all the cars out front look like they never move. Suddenly the door opens as I pass by and the Red light over the bars gets my attention. I’m going to pull over
I want to smoke so badly right now. I just bought a pack of juicy fruit gum, but its not helping. The most annoying thing keeps happening. You know that stupid radio ad that’s supposed to make you think about quitting smoking, keeps coming on every time I buy a smoke. You know the one. The one where the guy tells you he was a double amputee at 21 because of smoking then shares some advice on taking a shower with no legs. I hate that guy. Hates a pretty strong word. Well I don’t actually mean him, but that commercial. But its been 3 days and they say its going to take 10 days straight to detox. But I just want to smoke right now , so I’m writing instead. The gum just lost its favor and I’m looking for the pack. Oh crap cigarettes come in a pack. What I’m I going to do now? Think… I’m going to sleep.