floz2323
05/25/06, 10:59 AM
"Elitists"
So we sift through skulls and bones
The smell of decay
Our nation’s exponential decay
Trace the ropes from their frays
Pull down the sun by its rays
And hope that it stays
Hope emanating from light
Exposing our eyes
To eminence so trite
We’re too tired to try
We’re to burned out to cry
We’re too blind to supply, a witness to their crimes
Yet with voices, persist!
However quiet; However missed
However silenced still resist
However threatened still subsist
If my lungs had one gasp remaining
I’d scream like the thunder that warns it will be raining
I’d flail like the lightning, there is no use restraining
From the top of my lungs, supported or alone
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
…For more than skulls and bones.
…We are more than skulls and bones.
"Waiting for David to Supernova"
And we continue
To blame the victims
The displaced
The defaced
Living as refugees
That Jerusalem has seized…and it’s been seized
With walls that halt its ribcage
Close its eyes
Stop its sighs
In the name of God
They invoke their façade
The bullshit blue and white;
Oh so peaceful
Oh so right
Thieves disguised as victims
As they instigate the fight
In the name of God…
No more than façade
"Divine Intervention"
God speaks to her
She insists on believing in the worth of their leading
Ba ba black sheep
Baby seeks the warmest wool; from fairy tales accepts in full
She’s shivering still
She screams out for warmth
Lips numb and words slurred
God may speak to her
But her replies are unheard
Dawn’s arrival
To her is god’s word; A miracle offered
Aristotle
Galileo
Einstein (Hume)
Looked for truth in all the wrong places
In Incarnations of the devil’s many faces
Yet she knows the truth, it will be heard
For her voice is not her’s, she’s a gospel song bird
God speaks through her
"The Birds of Prey"
Forever
I’ve wondered
I’ve grimaced at their assertions
Dogmatic exertions
As I offer my desertion
Of the “them” I’ve grown to hate
For their hatred of me
And this is love?
A peaceful dove?
I see black gloves
Perches for hawks so void of
This love
They hunt the dove
When the dove relies on truth they can’t conceive of
I am not his creation
He’ll get no admiration
From ME…
A truth seeker
Promise keeper
I will search for love
For peace from hawks
They disguise as doves
Through dogmatic talks
Any questions, comments, interpretations are welcome
So we sift through skulls and bones
The smell of decay
Our nation’s exponential decay
Trace the ropes from their frays
Pull down the sun by its rays
And hope that it stays
Hope emanating from light
Exposing our eyes
To eminence so trite
We’re too tired to try
We’re to burned out to cry
We’re too blind to supply, a witness to their crimes
Yet with voices, persist!
However quiet; However missed
However silenced still resist
However threatened still subsist
If my lungs had one gasp remaining
I’d scream like the thunder that warns it will be raining
I’d flail like the lightning, there is no use restraining
From the top of my lungs, supported or alone
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
…For more than skulls and bones.
…We are more than skulls and bones.
"Waiting for David to Supernova"
And we continue
To blame the victims
The displaced
The defaced
Living as refugees
That Jerusalem has seized…and it’s been seized
With walls that halt its ribcage
Close its eyes
Stop its sighs
In the name of God
They invoke their façade
The bullshit blue and white;
Oh so peaceful
Oh so right
Thieves disguised as victims
As they instigate the fight
In the name of God…
No more than façade
"Divine Intervention"
God speaks to her
She insists on believing in the worth of their leading
Ba ba black sheep
Baby seeks the warmest wool; from fairy tales accepts in full
She’s shivering still
She screams out for warmth
Lips numb and words slurred
God may speak to her
But her replies are unheard
Dawn’s arrival
To her is god’s word; A miracle offered
Aristotle
Galileo
Einstein (Hume)
Looked for truth in all the wrong places
In Incarnations of the devil’s many faces
Yet she knows the truth, it will be heard
For her voice is not her’s, she’s a gospel song bird
God speaks through her
"The Birds of Prey"
Forever
I’ve wondered
I’ve grimaced at their assertions
Dogmatic exertions
As I offer my desertion
Of the “them” I’ve grown to hate
For their hatred of me
And this is love?
A peaceful dove?
I see black gloves
Perches for hawks so void of
This love
They hunt the dove
When the dove relies on truth they can’t conceive of
I am not his creation
He’ll get no admiration
From ME…
A truth seeker
Promise keeper
I will search for love
For peace from hawks
They disguise as doves
Through dogmatic talks
Any questions, comments, interpretations are welcome