Rescue me from a mundane life
Show me the spiritual and conscious light,
Show me the path to opportunity
To adventures so that I can act in spontaneity,
Show me this time so I can grow and bloom
This is my desire to break out of my gloom.
Cerebellum
You affect my cerebellum
You play tricks that are so cruel,
You make twitch involuntarily
Every time that you’re around,
Yeah you affect my cerebral cortex
Yeah you play tricks on my conscious state,
Every time that you turn up here
You give me cause to doubt all I believe,
But most of all I wonder why love so painful
When loving you hurts me quite as much,
Because you act like, you don’t give a fuck
Can’t you understand that it breaks my heart.
Lies of power and influence
Those in power lie
But that’s accepted,
Even if people die
They must be rejected,
Those of influence
Who does exactly the same,
Should be treated alike
And should be made to feel ashamed,
By misleading those who follow
Their words forever then become hollow,
Because we can’t trust what they say.
It’s not wrong
He knew that she, his beautiful wife
Had another yearning about a man in her life,
And he let her sate those feelings one recent night
And now she is so happy and knew she felt the delight,
And because he was cool with this she has no thoughts of flight
They were both still happy and the future bright,
Where he feels if he denied her she may have cheated and be gone
And that he didn’t really ever want,
He doesn’t feel jealous or made but happy for her
And she feels grateful that she was heard,
And now their relationship even now thrives
Those nights of pleasure she has brightened up their lives.
Love and sex
What’s the point in love and sex
When there is no real connection,
Where there are no deep feelings
Be careful and wise in your selection,
Of the people you decide to give love to
You have the right and pleasure to choose.
Not paranoid
It is not paranoia
To think there are plots
Out there to hold you back,
It’s your wisdom shining through
It is a sign you’re woke now
And you now understand what’s true.
The odds are against me and you
North, south, east and west
Divided by those we think,
Knows what is best
But it’s best for them,
And not necessarily for you
Being judged by colour, faith,
Sexuality and gender
Overrides all the things,
That you can do
These discrimination effects,
The thing that we can choose
By the people who have the power,
Dressed in their power suits
Trust me when I say this, it’s the truth,
The odds are always stacked against me and you.
From birth to death
From birth to death
You are controlled,
You disconnect from spirit
And abandon your soul,
You hear only external commands
You mute all internal demands,
Then you wonder why
You get so much less than you deserve,
It’s because your inner needs
Are never allowed to be heard,
You’re used like a puppet
But why do you allow it, it’s absurd.
Truth is hard to accept
If you’re not thinking
And if you’re not questioning,
If you’re just going
Through the motions,
Then you’re no living
You’re just simply existing,
You’re just following
Even when you should be resisting,
What is wrong in life.
Consciousness living
Premonitions, a curse or gift
To see signs of what’s coming,
This is how some people live
It can be so painful when it’s bad,
Heartbreaking when also sad,
Very rarely is it positive
And even though you grasp,
The truth of what will come next
Doesn’t mean that they can change it,
Or even in any way effect this
At that point it may feel as if it’s pointless,
But maybe on occasions warning may be given
I guess this is a sign of consciousness living.
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