[Alexandra(h)]
I wish you’d listen more,
Just a minute -
Previous to genius killing vision in its grip
And placing blame upon the soul-full unafraid
We knew the trade,
Danger of elite game
Technologically advanced, but now insane with power.
Spirit pained and left by way
Makes lost.in.past.syntax we have today
That we have to deal with,
What’s the problem with my genius ?
Too attached to ever leave it ?
Silent for the new achievement but …
What I long to witness is the equal shift
Of lifted gadgetry and intuition by
Genius giving up its selfish tact,
And bringing praise of Spirit back
Pay respect upon the debt incurred
By non-belief when soul was speaking,
Called simplistic by a name familiar to
Those regulars who think intelligence a competition.
Missing opportunity to be a real show embarrassment,
The care is not,
The care is NOT spewing tools to ax the problem,
Rather asking however how they aptly solve them Selves.
Love... Wheres it @ ? Its not just cliché. Imagine That.
Freedom’s a Choice. Is it You? It’s as easy to say, as to Do.
[Swamburger]
What if love said :: Hear me out a bit before the future comes around the way to give us back the past we believe is gone but the trail is circular, we’re working for a bigger moment but, direction cut the children up a filler plus depression in a super song coming from the hand that doesn’t write for you and yours ~ rather, stupid wars of lost memories. There’s more to love than broken promises\spoken honest-ness/Q*pid ponder this : Few would honor self accepting dominance over neutral acts in Manichaeism but…
I wish to see a future given trust through the preparation of a mortal lust taking toll on the lovers will to crush the lines of being whole from a single...fuck.
You give me a reason to trouble the language of living a permanent hinderance of a reality given to love and look over the others who never could see the pure imagery from an existing option. Stop adopting. Another normality spoken to want a low pace and abolish the motion of willing a method of über development, regular root for the betterment, you and your fellow men benefit better than this if you listen it's as if I existed.
You’re not just a (((voice))) …
There’s more to you than what you know, believe, or even choose to be; what you ignore.
There’s more to love than just the lust and pain, and comfort isn’t based on what’s the same.
More. There’s more in store. Beyond what you have seen before b4.
Proven action ain’t philosophy and oppressive music isn’t hot to me!
So rally round the poplar tree, salute hypocrisy, and floss your property with pride.
It's a sweet but bitter victory with whom you disagree, You think it's me but it is I.
And I is You essentially so never take what’s meant to be and get it twisted.
This isn’t anger, no, its passion so let's live the way we should;
As if we eXisted!
~solilla.com~
