Get the eff out of here!
I am sick of the sound of your voice.
All I hear is lalala,
so get out and leave me the choice.
I’ll tell you again and for the last effing time
it’s mine and no one else.
It’s time you got the eff out of here
before a swan song becomes your plea.
We are done listening to you
of this you will soon agree
Because that sound you hear behind you,
is not mercy coming to thee.
I keep reading about just being,
like I was being something else.
Is it hard for others, this being,
the being of themselves?
Maybe I don’t know my being
maybe I don’t know at all.
The nature of what the hell is being.
Can anyone know or tell?
I don’t want to appear unknowing, I know what being means,
but is it I that does the looking out of this face being me?
or is the me the me inside you, that sees the me in me?
There is nothing to do,
there is nothing to say,
Its all flowing its own way.
We try to stop it.
We try and then fail.
There is nothing to do,
but breathe in and exhale.
You think that your doing will save you from this
Your doing is nothing,
Its being that’s best.
So be what you want,
and do what you can.
Say to hell with what’s not,
and be liberated my friend.
Is a human a human with it’s head buried in the sand?
is a human a human if it doesn’t take a stand?
is a human a human when faced with loneliness?
is a human a human when they cannot use their voice?
is a human a human without a credit card?
is a human a human standing in a prison yard?
is a human a human if its a woman or a man?
is a human a human if gender is not the plan?
is a human a human if they like cats or dogs?
is a human a human if it acts only as a cog?
what makes a human human is nothing of the sort.
what makes a human human is something that we court.
a feeling heart, a willing brain, and eyes that do the seeing
a human is a human because of a supreme being
It seems these days everything is fake,
from your smile, your status, and the image you make.
We lie on the screen telling it we are great!
Yet we lie everyday, we are surrounded by hate.
We act like we care, yet we care for nothing.
We are not moved yet we go on gushing,
like the lies we tell shouldn’t make us start blushing.
When do the words “it will come back to you”
Make you take stock and make your word true.
What’s wrong with being middle aged?
Who decided when that was anyway?
If I live to be 130 then I not even half way .
Who decided I couldn’t be middle aged?
When time is wasted on the young,
who just have words stuck on their tongue,
with no wisdom that is most hard won.
That’s stuff you learn when you are done
caring about fashion or what you weigh,
but tell anyone and they will laugh at what you say.
Seems our world is geared this way,
to hate the self you are in today
and look back in regret because you bought what “they” say.
I think I’ll stay in the middle way.
We live in a body and confuse ourselves with it.
The body is a body when nothing is in it.
Its made of clay or at least that’s what they say,
but the essence inside it most certainly isn’t.
We forget what we’re made of,
not a singular thing.
Our body is a skin suit we wear like our bling.
The soul that occupies this body we live in,
is immortal and loving though we often forget it.
Be nice to your body we can’t yet change sleeves,
but cooperate with it and then do as you please.
This body has a once in a lifetime use,
so use it well there is no excuse.