a new one….

in a dream like state i saw the  night change and i’m free from these chains/
i need to refrain from putting the blame on these snakes and their fangs/
and where does that leave us desolate and cold as we seek the truth/
why must we compete to prove the news is real but it still bleak for few/
to weak to subdue the hues of blue my soul is feeling less than ordinary/
more than many i think are forced to fend without means it’s sort of scary/
maybe i’m ornarary but doesn’t the make-up of us seem fake and corrupt/
or am i too late or abrupt or maybe it’s that i’m not awake to disrupt/
do we need to use soldiers to send a message that the oil is gods/
from iraq to sudan we need to retract from command those moralist slobs/
they must be bored with their jobs as they let the bloodshed continue/
must i remind you the rest will combine into a new world order debut/
a few will hold onto you and rule with the money and power in mind/
i’m sour to find out to do what needs doing there isn’t enough hours of time/

 

nom de guerre…

I  would like to give a shout out to Chris and what he has going on at www.nomdeguerre.ca.  I’m helping him put together a graffiti magazine focusing on the westcoast of Canada.  Check out the link.

am i confused as you believe the words of the offspring of the virgin mary’s womb/
my views are rarely used i still feel that the world will only get more scary soon/
so i need an escape cruise to wherever my fate will allow my soul to be free/
i now hold the key and no one seems to be holding me back i’m not forced to agree/
as my mind gets lost in the forest greens the sea it’s no longer foreign to me/
it’s wonderful to see but to me societies problems are stored in the streets/
we all need to be able to create our dreams and not lock them away for years/
why do we stray when fear creeps our way or do what it takes to keep yahweh near/
as i paint the portaits of orphaned souls with tainted ink on a ruined canvas/
this made me think maybe it just our brush strokes but who understands this/
i feel their life as it surrounds me but also see the black clouds that follow/
who is the one that is hollow what i observe daily often makes it hard to swallow/
does god know he doesn’t exist i would rather have the dj save my life anyway/
my life is perfect as long as rent is paid and i have my family and friends today/

 

this is how we do it.

we need to escape the grasp of these pythons the real snakes in the grass/
i’m trying to do the math but what i’m seeing doesn’t add up to the facts/
my soul is rather intact but i miss that comfort and the support from you/
still the same or a newscast filled with ninty percent fake news and some truth/
if i could i would deface the koran and break the cross jesus died with/
so we didn’t have to argue about who can use of allah as i cry myth/
my hatred of religion runs deep some seek to find a holy figure/
the death toll will get only bigger and i can compare some to hitler/
if you could turn back time would you change for the better of us/
i wrote a letter as such but right now that doesm’t matter too much/
as a matter of fact my perception of the financial collapse is ask for it back/
after each investigation we were left with a laugh as they mentioned the lack/
of caring where the bailout goes sail out those who disagree with me/
it seems to be if you want to speak you will get a cop’s fist for free/

 

i’m always fascinated that i can handle where my mind goes/
but as life passes and time flows i’m asking if your kind knows/
and remind those of the corruptions and lies that i might right/
personally i like life and it’s contents i hold onto tight like/
the grasps money has on us even though we aren’t the ones with it/
but who’s the culprit who can stop it do we need to get specific/
or need to place conditions as we began to map the tension/
i see them tapping into your father’s pension might we mention/
you’re full of apprehension as well hoping here is colder than hell/
they can’t get ahold of their health should they make a mold of themselves/

 

this is how we do it..

is this the future the growing greed of these baby boomers/
reporting the rumours from the same cell phones that gave me tumors/
they should have made me sooner cause can envoke ideas with words/
we’re being steered off course but of course we will change our ways/
before the praying mantis closes it’s grasp but it’s complex they say/
on checks these days i’m seeing way to many zeros/
and i fear those that case a dark shadow on our supposed heroes/
they move in silence and screcy whenever they want to/
why don’t they flaunt the truth their lies are just used to taunt you/
are our habits killing us softly as we hope our song doesn’t end/
or is that the part that keeps us sane we hope to pretend/
so i share some smoke with a friend and conversate/
he tells me about a one world government and we don’t have long to wait/
are these songs of hate or just cries to shed the pain we feel/
our words are being maimed you deal with it with something stainless steel/

 

the chains have been broken…

Just had to thank Maker, he makes beautiful and gorgeous music.

as i reflect sift through this imperfect existence persistant to prove my stance/
i’m in the mood to rant and it seems that we’ll take the guidance in lieu of chance/
a few will dance with the devil and be lucky to survive to describe to the tall tale/
i tend to see your flaws pale in comparison to mine as we listen to these squalls fail/
why is it we all hail the most high most lie to gather respect that isn’t earned/
cheques are burned along with the records of the spectacle before the tides are turned/
a try to learn but my concern lies in our safety not in these locks that constrain me/
lady liberty, the only heroine i see others worried about what the price of heroin and cocaine be/
i once wrote names neat of certain people that i hoped see gone after we broke the chains free/
namely ones who use mind control mines my own i know your words are spoken to slain me/
they have tried to trap my mind sap my dreams zap my inspiration and kill my ambition/
i watch what is inflicted and their decision is to prosper as they sell an addiction/

 

this is gorgeous

still discouraged i still encourage the polls not to be tampered with/
who’s really an anarchist i don’t know if you can actually answer this/
no need to remain a pacifist afer this election when the disaster hits/
do you wonder why we don’t get the same luxuries that your pastor gets/
as i’m riding satan’s back in fact please leave my family in tact/
the impact from an intact left wing movement will force the other side to react/
do we need to hand the torch of course to a force higher than we know of/
is there mores dove in the sky to show peace or is there nothing to show love/
maybe we should hold up hold onto our hopes to cope with the crumbling earth/
i’ve hit the road stumbling first too bad we have to always run to the hearst/
the good die young i stay high strung hell bent on changing the power structure/
keep thinking of ways to muster the strength to greet mother nature and test her/
i’ve witnessed her lecture and realized that the picture she paints is tainted/
but i’ve maintained with a tight grip might clip the angels wing who’s sainted/
i hold inside what it takes to uphold this cadence with tales from ancient past lives/
is easy who knew this mandible would handle the abilty to create caste rights/
the wisdom to last nights and days might we pray for a brighter outlook/
i’m stuck in a place as i’m still searching for the light the night took/

 

are these corrupt times..

do we live in corrupt times because these politicians seem to commit abrupt crimes/
must we remind you now can you see why it is we distrust the kind who disrupt minds/
our youth aren’t blind but too bad the truth isn’t written for our eyes to view/
and when it is right on cue who’s the one to cover it up with the darkest hue/
it must be the boys in blue combined with the secret forces who govern the globe/
why is it that we continue to mourn the bold while they stay stubborn and old/
still try to wear my heart on my sleeve but as you can see it’s no longer beating/
it’s human rights they’re defeating by alligning with these hate monger’s teachings/