Hold and repose
Out through the mouth
In through the nose
Turn and weigh
Confusion and dismay
To handle a world of stress
Condescending kiss
From the upper class
So the weight of a single breathe
Is what you can do best
Is there any hope in the
Ones who have to rule to be happy
Rather than from the people for the people
They are the people
We own nothing to these fools
We owe each other our love and service
To make a better world for our lives
And the lives of others
We build the roads to share
Not to serve the purpose
Of the throne
So let go and know
We are here for each other
Take down the facade
Unburden the souls
From the desperate pleas
Of the wealthy overlords
Who crush every bone
To hear their music
Delicate melodies in their ear
To be free from the announcements
Of gluttonous pleasure
To be paid for by the people
Who struggle to find the rent
Yet they sing out
In a tone deaf tone
So let us be unshackled from the throne
Ignore the
Ringing
It was not meant for us
Thrust onto a generation
That doesn’t understand the meaning of liberation
From rule
A hand so detach and cruel
That life is not lived
Rather created so perfectly
At the yield of working hands
Wrung out by the queens call
To bring more to her feet
So she can live fully set apart
From the world
And the real hearts
That beat
Hell bent brokenness
Marketed like genius
Unless
A complete useless fool
Would understand
That what makes us move
For another words
I am the puppet
The loser
For the jester and queen
Are breaking oaths with the serpent court
Cast down on the eyes of the people
Condescending blows
For the ones
Who didn’t even know
From the heights of disconnect
To the depths of patronizing gifts to the public
The world can defect
And take flight from the poisoned throne
I am not a puppet
To be struck with awe
At silly tenderness
For the king and queen
Were chosen before birth
Taken in a kingdom of confusion
And forced on America
I owe nothing to the sinister court of
Sadness and
Wretchedness
So take up you silly games
Pack your bags
And seek out the next kingdom to destroy
From the falling of rain
There is a memory
Of life that has been given
From the life
That is beneath what the eye
Can see
The roots remember the rain
And all that came
To sustain the life
That has all of memories
Alive
Hold the light
Where the lost
Can see it’s dim veiled
Hopes
Of destiny
To see what path lie ahead
May make life palatable instead
Of dreading the worst
So the lantern for the lost
Beams in a darkening space
In a world that has fallen
Out of grace
Between the heart and soul
Bones and skin
The is a resonance
That rings
In
the depth of night
And in to grasp of morning light
Echoes beneath the skin
The memories of past loves
Trials and tribulations
From the formation of our beings
There is an echo that rings
The rain falls on the fields
Over the time
And back to the river
Runs the waters
Through the life
Stages
So the burden of the unknown rain
That falls
Deep in the forest
In the middle of the night
Is the rain that heals
The land
Deep in it’s divided light
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