2004-07-29 - ill-human-naughty
oh horrible humanity
what vanity
is this
it's borderline insanity
I cannot see
or miss
a woman who would tear apart the very man she kissed
and turn away and leave him feeling lonely and dismissed
oh wait a minute, nevermind, I must have passed brain gas
wasn't it once me who said, "she's such a bonnie lass!"?
but that was very long ago, much gas has come to pass
as Sigmund Freud once said (toward the end of his last class?)
speaking from experience "most people are just trash"
so if we curse the darkness when the candle's turned to ash
if former lights of glory blind us like a camera flash
if each desirous joy ride ends up in a terrible crash
if death is not couched gently and our loved ones get no cash
are any to be blamed if they do any thing that's rash?
on one hand there's extremists
on the other there's the squeamish
who react to stop the former
whom they think behave abnormal
but they're set within their ways
and they while away the days
in a bleary sighted glaze
or a teary eyed malaise
feeling oh so broken hearted for imagined lands unchartered never go beyond their garden they're unwilling yet to pardon those who hunker down and harden for the onslaught yet to come...
will they choke on lost freedom?
will they think you and me dumb
if we differ from opinion
as they grapple for dominion
tyrants: killing, raping, taking
all our bleeding-heart mistaking
them for something less than useful idiots
to exterminating defective robots
souls which have the life sucked out by cursed lots
empty carcasses: Carribbean Pi-rots
random swarms of minds that swell
hungry animals of hell
they consume but cannot tell
if devouring dispells
all the emptiness of floorless pits inside
they are phantoms who take passengers for rides
or are they merely riders of the kind
who would trade away voilition of the mind
for a feeling or desire?
no, they cannot quench the fire
burning, acid-like beneath asbestos skin...
this is why I have to turn away from sin
I've seen the cancer cell divide within
I once was lost within my own tailspin
for devoid of some redemption
there is only apprehension
in a system that is destined for demise
once the hopeful rose-tint glass falls from the eyes
like a melt-down, come unglued,
former, youthful attitude
as it sags into the gravitation slump
and decays into a vegetation stump
fertilizer for next generation dumps
none the wiser till they're excavation clumps
but while the lungs can breathe
how humanity does seethe
with contempt for what alone can save its ass
aye, the universe is such a bonnie lass
like the curse of the Black Pearl this too shall pass
for the jolly roger flies now at half mast
there is hope for distant shores which surely last
winds are changing, set your course for waters fast
all humanity's invited to be one
all aboard the ark before the damage done
I couch it delicately
He's the one who rescued me
Jesus Christ is God (who came as His own son)
to take away the sin within each one
once you believe this thankfully you've won
with spiritual truth you've just begun
you'll see the hidden things of the kingdom
(otherwise, refer to quote above: Sigmund)
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