lots of people run their mouth
they have a lot to say.
but what they don’t know is the voice they use,
its not the voice that may,
lead them down the righteous path,
where they think they’ll stay,
with their rude words bound with hate,
spewing from their mouths that way.
look out runaway mouth I say
our words are coming for you this day.
stop the hate before its too late.
close your mouth like you’re shutting a gate,
and inform your internal self,
you are now done with hate.
What if all it took was monumental love
to heal and change, through the push and shove.
What if love was the drug we were thinking of,
flowing down like a shower from up above.
With open arms and heart aflame,
this love will fill us as a frame.
To contain the bliss,
which is all that remains.
When love burns as life,
its fuel your pain.
Love is the cure for everything.
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.
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.