Sanctioning The Dream

you walk around with you're head in the clouds
everything touched turns to sand
a man of gold as the story is told
will confuse wealth and greead
success in happiness
for those who consume only what they need
why take pride in aiding the riches monopoly
investing in economics is giving back to slavery
eyes of the world fixed on t.v
.not all of our youth can see passed consumerism
managers of democracy making desicions
i'd rather live in true communism
taking it down one step at a time i'd like to start with you
so spread the word to open ears the voice of society can release us from our prison

sum of your personalities

Hallowed and constantly fathered by denial
saw you on a mantel piece
awoken by a book to read
wasn't enough to sell your soul away
although you don't believe
thought it was incase it's all a dream
Someone bought you sampling desire
told you when to show some standards
drew a line between your low and higher
divisions of your silent sence of ethics
suffering never was a benefit
i'd like to tell you otherwise
Who would listen to a blind man and the story of his vision
how much clearer its become since distance became distancing
and something fell away from me
that is to say, as already said
incase it is all a dream

Woven Momentum

Time made spaces with momentum
Tasteless and fruitfully flavoured
perceptive measurements manifest a system
here hides a shadows reflection

Dear truth knew she was a lie
and answered only in questions
will analyzing realities design breed mis-conceptions
an analogy we brought to trivialize in which we denie
well spent succesfully established
holds me down under waters miniscus
if not embelished it had no moment
a dream state, awake
only way for it to be
is as all of it

Interwoven momentum
fealing something you forgot
replaced with definitions

Somewhere Before

In a small town of the north
i had seen her through the trees
She was floating as she walked
amongst scattering leaves
while doves bore no resemblance to peace
must have been a scent or wisper
creeping in the wind from me
that caught her attention
adherent to the time of dusk
Embraced by earths maternity
captured in a boquet of still life
beneath a portrait of a starry night
Complaisant movement mirrored fantasy
as her hands caress the air
she sings her song
in a forgotten tongue
Benignant her message that she gave
disarm the army freedom to the slaves
be weary of the fearfull
do it anyway