“INSPIRE REDEMPTION”
We fly into another year,
watching over the land and seas.
Since the change fell upon us
we have conquered the curse of the past…
We gather now in solitude,
a celebration of being, not of selfish humanity.
Consumed…
entranced by the joy of this
…
Brand New World
We sing out
Wake up!
We are here.
“LOST&AWAKE”
Lost is a man who lives with blinded eyes.
Lost is a man guided by belief in destiny,
walking the path set before him.
Lost is a man in a cubicle;
corporate life, a suit and tie.
Lost is not the man himself,
but the disease fueling him.
Media wave illness.
A plague of pixels…
coursing, infection the public eyes.
Awake is a man who lives with their eyes wide.
Awake is a man who directs destiny
to his uncharted path.
Awake is a man of the earth,
galactic moons and stars…
Awake is not a fashion statement,
but a statement opposing fashion.
A stand on society,
lungs in need of fresh air,
in a world polluted.
Awake now, you’ve been asleep for centuries…
“WELCOME TO THE FAMILY”
A voice commands the crowd into thought…
“How many of you guys watch the news!?”
…Here it goes again.
In a free nation, scrutiny for words
wouldn’t develop issues; controversy.
No scrutiny of speech would exist.
Censorship, freedom of speech.
Removed from “the family,”
friends lurking in the shadows,
with time they became offensive to
the strange…shock…open microphone.
A simple topic.
A thought…
A belief…
Words can build, words can destroy…
establish cleansing in a lost world
with nothing more…
When you become consumed,
allowing them to speak for you…
is not when you can scrutinize.
Music will live on,
with passion as its bloodlne..
Keep the money machines rolling,
One-hit wonder, radio play.
music has inspired all life since centuries pass,
native music, Indians. Shaman awakening.
what evolved to new age,
the base.
The meaning of rock and roll
is dying in vain.
excess, money, corporations,
what was once considered a way to
breakthrough in art, speak
is diseased,
a mockery upon the television screen.
“SUBURBAN DREAMS”
The melody pulsed through the suburban night.
A man, solace in a room; caged
music from the speakers…
this may be the only opportunity.
His mind miles from society.
Misunderstood, but his intellect fuels his
will to be weird…
A thinker.
Lover of the big beat, African drums.
vibrations, radio waves…
the longing, a dream.
Proving reason to believe.
Inspiration of a new way of being.
Notebooks.
Words…
Awaiting the new sun…
Any day now, any day.
“THE WEST IS THE BEST”
A roar fills the air,
as the engine echoes.
American muscle in the American night.
Speeding the highway
the miles are burnt.
A jet-black shadow…
The carriage of a madman…
His eyes were wide as he entered the town,
the streets lingered in silence…
A creepy eeriness, the unexpected outcome,
of a man on the search of
The American Dream.
“I’m going out west to
see some places,
maybe…score a reality show…”
“UNDERGROUND MAINSTREAM”
The sound was loud…
Beat driven,
Announcing guitar riffs in tons.
Screams come from center stage,
A good show they put on…
Melodramatics.
A curse on authority.
When strange becomes mainstream
what’s left to say?
An acquired taste..
”.FREEDOM SHOULD BE FREE.”
The media takes its tole
on everyone you see.
There’s room for change within our lives
will it ever be?
Follow me, down deeper
and you will see
there’s much more than media,
A world beyond your TV screen.
Sing!
Speak,
Words of wisdom,
words of change.
Slaughter for peace.
Torrential waters,
“WAKE UP!”
“Is everyone dead yet?”
…No…Not everyone…
“Give it a little while…
I can smell their souls rotting.”
“POLITICAL PLAYGROUND”
Our society is linked, chained to the past.
Another year to come, only to await the next.
You broadcast your enemy,
Blatantly across pixels.
The network named freedom of speech.
You fight for “change”…
…in return you get dollar bills.
The truth behind your message,
“Change” is only in your pocket…
The history –
Rob.
Cheat.
Lie.
Political pig…
Values, morals,
have no meaning to the money machine.
A paycheck keeps you breathing…
Dirty money buys no clean change in society.
“INSPIRE”
We are perched here to stare at the new day,
the new day of the rising sun.
Everyone…
let’s inspire redemption.
Inspire before the end of the days come.
Inspire.
So go ahead and put your best foot forward
take a step, but not for yourself.
Take a leap for all mankind
not on the moon, but for our mother earths health.
Inspire.
We have crept along the edge of boredom,
forced to sacrifice all of ourselves.
One day that will all be so different…
as long as its our soul we don’t sell.
Inspire.
I wake up to a dream of a nightmare,
while the whole world went back to sleep.
How much longer will you all keep running
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
Dream.
A man who has seen the limits and tested them,
is a man who can knowledgably speak about realities.
“THE POET”
One voice to wake the world.
A creature of the earth,
sun and stars…
Sky blue vision,
and his worn out flannels…
A dream possessed fantasy,
A work in progress…
“Can you look inside yourself deep
enough to smell your rotting soul?”
“Ya see, I don’t know if you received the memo
at your presidential desk…
Oil has become the new cancer.
It’s killing people every day.”
Come alive to the world,
your surroundings…
.
Last words…
We are stalled at a fork in the road,
gripping upon our last chance.
Depend on the very things you once criticized.
Destroying the ego,
Before the ego becomes a world wide wake…
Is this how the future will hold our memory as ancients?