The Time

Sign of Our Time

When we’re born there are tears on our cheeks

Quickly punished for the words we speak

We’re tied to the norms of our society

And endlessly strive toward propriety.

We survive by being told to repeat

The words on a screen we follow like sheep

We cling to our cliques and relish the label

As we build our very own towers of Babel.

With each day we age in the world that we live in

The truths of our time so purposefully hidden

Our mind is blinded by a prejudicial eye

And our one true sight slowly calcified.

We relish the Aspartame in our food

Really doesn’t matter as it tastes so good

Because we accept that one day we will die

So we don’t mind bombarding the fluoride.

But our favourite place to play is a game

To which we’ve shackled ourselves with invisible chains

To which our greed encourages wantonly

And our reptilian brain clings to slavishly.

Oh! Those shiny, costly things we crave

We ignore the fact they’re cheaply made

With our little plastic card we can do so much

We can indoctrinate our kids to worship as such.

Can teach that good things come to those that give pain

Just sacrifice some happiness in order to attain

Ignore that the system is no longer working

That little, tiny voice is just your conscience lurking.

It says “wake up, you fool, don’t you see?

The failings of modern society

Where sex runs rampant, unchecked in the streets

Where hemlines rise higher and all husbands are cheats.

We spend our whole week gazing upon the clock

When the weekend arrives we give our body a shock

The alcohol and drugs force it into overdrive

Our realities blurred from being constantly high.

But mind-games work best when your capacities faded

Your perceptions are backwards and your colours are shaded.

So you allow fabrications and all the regulations

Your asleep for accusations and constant demonstrations..

You relax to the beat of their heart on the box

You hand them the keys to open up the locks

You sleep negatively magnetised

You don’t even notice you’re so desensitized.

Imagine a place where all is achieved

In which you live long, happy, and free

The world is but an oyster still in your hand

It’s just been closed up tight and covered with sand.

It’s time to open your eyes to the light

Even though at first there’s a battle to fight

But when you do you’ll see the Earth that I see

And then we will be all we ever can dream.

April 2011

Therapy, apathy and controversy

Judgemental, hypocritical, subliminal

Acquiescence, adolescence, convalescence

Victimised, nullified and crucified

Critisized, ostracised and objectified.

Postulations, regulations and tribulations

Accusations, demonstrations and fabrications.

A missing piece; a faded fleur de lis

Nautilus shells mirrored in Tibetan bells;

The synchronicity of the Fibonacci.

The soul is disguised, hypnotised

Allow the instinctual, consequential

And search the elusive; play in dreams turning lucid.

Conspiracies, echo ancient philosophies

Temples of lamas; believing in karma

Shrouded in time; The Earth is alive.

Do you hear that?

The pulse beneath your feet?

The sound of a million walking

To a frozen heartbeat.

Do you see them?

The man standing in red

The woman on the corner

The living dead.

We are all connected

Whether white or black

Whether man or woman

No matter what attacks.

The invisible strings

that are binding us all

causes us to reach

and sometimes to fall.

Our auras entwined

In absolute sync

Although we don’t realise

We’re intrinsically linked.

Imagine a life

Where hatreds are gone

Prejudices fade

Where there is no right or wrong.

Can you try?

Or are you too driven?

Too blinded

To see what is hidden.