June 2009


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/

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I  would like to give a shout out to Chris and what he has going on at http://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/