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Mexicana cultural life Full of love, colourful and bright, Despite the tough societies Of drug cartels and money, That dictate how lives are lived Poverty is there and persists, But maybe a backlash can begin And power can return to the citizens, And people power can take control And they can find their spiritual soul,…
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The light of energy burns deep In a vortex of of fusion and power, The essence of life is increased When the positivity of life reaches its finest hour, And euphoria kicks in and makes us strong And our spiritual and biological belief is prolonged.
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You’re a contradiction You’re my greatest affliction Our love was an impossible mission That ended up in my inevitable submission Unable to hold on to my position And you were always unable to listen And as much as you shone and glistened There was no way for this love to work for us For we…
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There’s time, When the pain just gets to much And you’re sad that you’ve lost love, And it hurts, and you cry But life sometimes will die, And the pain you feel will tear you apart, Yet in time, you’ll find it will all be fine That you’ll get through it and you will heal,…
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There’s no freedom When surrendering self, Unto others for them to lead you Nobody knows the depths of truth, How could they possibly have a clue To be free you have to do what you want to do, Be your own authority and authentic you.
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A dark room a flickering light, The object of mass distraction, Manaquinesque people sit and stare Being brainwashed without a care, Flickering light and various sounds Remotely pictures flash and change, Yet somehow the channels are much the same Boring drivel, reality they say but it’s mundane, Then a break from this to stuff that’s…
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Leave behind the mundane Systematic, dogmatic, political established ways, And move into more anarchist, existential, spiritual days, Where individual, uniqueness And creative conscious thoughts raised, Rooted in love, compassion, light and peace Are characteristics of strength and not of shame, Where left and right are both futile empty extremes, That serve simply to create divides…
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I remember wearing my bondage trousers With lots of zips and band names, Listening to punk rock and pogoing the night away, Dripping with sweat, ears ringing I really miss them punk rock days, The passion has not diminished despite the fact I’ve aged, It was all about music with messages And some still do…
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The rich burning money Travelling to the stars, Poor, starving people Have got no chance, Because the systems rigged To keep them down, Underpaid staved of dollars and pounds, Working long hours Slaving away, While the rich play golf And sip their champagne, Looking for different ways To stash their cash, In tax havens to…
