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Find My Own Way

// March 25th, 2010 // No Comments » // Poems

Famous people are trying to help me
Become someone who I’m not
Or maybe they see something in myself
That I myself do not

They say I’m really funny
And that I have a gift for the world
To stand up in front of crowds
When all I want to do is curl

How can I make them happy
When the world is so sad
An empty laugh is meaningless
I don’t mean to sound so bad

You create your own reality
Are the buzzwords that you say
Well excuse me Mr Guru
How much do I need to pay?

But the truth is that I’m great
I have something I want to share
It is just I don’t know what it is
Or that anyone will care

Talkish pish comes so easy
But I need to learn to edit
But that would spoil the illusion
And give my brain the credit

These words come from my soul
They are almost heaven sent
They do not come from God
For I know that truth gets bent

I don’t mean to sound pretentious
Thats just how I am perceived
I know you were trying to help me
But who are you to be believed?

I reached out a greedy hand
You came back to me with love
So I am sorry now to throw it back
With a broken promise golden glove

I need to find my own way
To fail on my own two feet
So I going to master the art
Of making people greet

Our Dream

// March 25th, 2010 // No Comments » // Poems

First it will hurt you but don’t take it wrong
You’ve been cheated and lied to for far too long
Look a little deeper for the cause and effect
Our minds are evolving, our dream is not wrecked

Next comes the anger, that wasted emotion
Who do you fight with to solve the solution?
Stop to work out the source of your hate
Our love is expanding, our dream is not late

As shock settles in you may refuse to believe
The old world is gone there is no time to grieve
Who on God’s earth can pick up the pieces?
Our life is inspiring, our dream is not faeces

Love now commands you get up off your knees
Your jailer has gone and he’s left you the keys
Step into the ocean of magnetic soul waves
Our source is divine, our dream still vibrates

Everyone

// March 24th, 2010 // No Comments » // Poems

Everyone has heard of blatant wartime propaganda
Yet everyday in apparent peace we watch official drip fed paranoia
We are being experimented on like depressed hairless monkeys in a zoo
Who benefits from supplying the consensus nightly view?

Everyone is aware of how diplomatic democracy is supposed to work
Yet everyday it lets us down extremely badly, is it just our luck?
I believe in Freedom, just like William Wallace said
I didn’t know him personally but I wish he wasn’t dead

Everyone has seen the cold blooded inbred Royalty for all its flaws
Yet everyday we are subject to be dealt with by their laws
If this country goes to war I’ll be the first to stand and fight
Antiquated conscription will never subjugate me to do what isn’t right

Everyone has awakened to the fact that perverted politicians lie
Yet everyday by accepting their decisions we make sure that children cry
If we could start again tomorrow, would we build a prison of control?
Or would be help each other attain the peaceful liberation of our soul?

Everyone is answerable to the future of this god forsaken planet
Yet everyday we carry on as though we have no reason to praise it
More and more people gave up hope of utopia long ago
What part will you play as we enter the grand finale of the show?

Positive Feedback

// March 24th, 2010 // No Comments » // Poems

The time has come for positive feedback
It has been a long lonely road
Fighting the forces of inhibition
Have held this Prince in the form of a Toad

I recently pruned my garden
I weeded out patterns that were holding me back
Like sitting in front of a computer
And following anything but the right track

I grew tired of following orders
Allowing others to suck me into their dream
One thing always led to another
While inside I was wanting to scream

Eventually I used my bottled up anger
Just at the point I was ready to burst
I took some time out to work on myself
To quench my spiritual thirst

I had tried my best to be altruistic
Giving of myself as much as I could
Sure, I had moments of exasperation
And at times I even acted quite rude

It was because I knew I was neglecting
The kindling that I knew needed to burn
There comes a time in everyone’s life
When even your own needs, need a turn

So I done some power meditations
To take back what is rightfully mine
And to free the thieves from the weight
To allow them also the chance to shine

I then went deeper into my being
And made a connection to my Higher Self
Like me, he too was suffering
He didn’t like being left high on the shelf

Fortunately he is very understanding
And his patience is not bound
He knew I had to break from the Source
But that I would come back around

So now I don’t know what the future holds
It is not even mine to know
But when I get confused, anxious or lost
I ask my Higher Self which way to go

The more I listen to his wisdom
And not rely on long shot bets
The more sure I am of my actions
And the stronger our connection gets

We are all part of something bigger
Of which most of us are not aware
We are all here for an adventure
But we must develop the courage to dare

In the end it isn’t that hard
For deep down you know it’s true
To follow the path of least resistance
Is the only way for you to be you

At first it seems quite scary
We do not feel worthy of our joy
But always remember that life is a game
And we can always fix our broken toy

Friends and acquaintances may be taken aback
When you demonstrate your knew way of being
Do not explain, justify or apologize
Now that you know that believing is seeing

Like minded people will come into your life
Each time you shed an old skin
For the journey of life is evolution
The point is deciding when you are going to begin

We have to consciously create our future
By using each individuals power of dream
Only then will we be promoted enough
To call ourselves a Premier League Team

One that lives in balance with Nature
That doesn’t send animals to Slaughterhouses
That treat each other as we’d like to be treated
Then can we call ourselves men and not mouses

Yes I know that was not grammatically correct
Do you know that we can create our own language?
So let’s invent 50 more words to describe aspects of love
For instance how about chachachafanguage?

That is a new word for how it feels
When you are following your heart and soul
For believe me there is nothing better
Indeed, it is the only way to feel whole

Imagine the explosion of human potential
If all our basic needs were met
And we didn’t have to chase bits of paper
And spend most of our lives caught in a net

The old systems do not need to crash
We can evolve them to promote our health
We can use money as an energy exchange
And free the banks from hoarding our wealth

The court system could be used for justice
Instead of debt collecting for corporations
Then maybe we will respect our policemen
And not get into too many altercations

We are all potentially the judge, the jury and the executioner
That is why it is important to act in hope
The time we are living through is unique
So let’s not hang ourselves with our own rope

Every day we make old decisions
Yet we act like they are not of our making
I am not saying that we need to be selfish
If you follow your dream you’ll be naturally giving

You will feel much lighter and as a result
The people around you will smile
We can then work together for a common goal
We may even get used to Utopia after a while

The This and That

// March 23rd, 2010 // No Comments » // Poems

The Media controls the population
They are experts in mind control
The techniques were developed by the Nazis
Who are now on our governments pay roll

The Police too are victims of mind control
That is why they do what they are told
If that means gassing and killing civilians
Then they will stop them getting old

The Soldiers are being poisoned
They are no longer human
At least they have a good excuse
Unlike Harry S. Truman

The Politicians are merely just puppets
Who are paid to read a script
They may have started out with good intentions
But they now literally eat shit

The Terrorists are up in arms
They get the blame for everything
They are always stitched up better
Than the Mobsters in The Sting

The Judges do not have a conscience
They know that Justice is a game
If they are Black they are guilty
They get paid to have no shame

The Gangsters are in cahoots
With their Brothers in the Court
Both sides must be controlled
Or else it wouldn’t really be sport

The Elite think they are God
Do what they will is the whole of their Law
The day will come when they find out
That their plan has a fatal flaw

The Royals keep things in the family
That is why they interbreed
When you are as rich as they are
Your first and second nature must be greed

The Religious leaders know the truth
That monotheism is a lie
That is why behind the scenes
They make sacrificial babies cry

The Followers are happy to be led
Down the Garden Path
They think that by doing so
They will have the last rapturous laugh

The Celebrities have sold their soul
To be on the cover of magazines
But when they are past their sell by date
They have to snort amphetamines

The Sheeple cannot see the wood
That is about to become their coffin
They better wake up soon
And start studying like a boffin

The Cynics have all the bases covered
Everyone except for them is a cunt
But if you look inside their heart
You will see they are a runt

The Aliens are hiding amongst us
They are doing their best to fit in
But they cannot grasp the logic
Behind the concept of original sin

The Truth Seekers are always seeking
Will their search ever end?
I hope it does someday soon
I would like to be their friend