Stone Age Rebel
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This is a draft copy, it's not even close to being finished and I wrote this on the top of my head, please check out my other poems and such if you wish.
Rate and comment please everyone, thanks much appreciated.
Questions and answers, blisters and cancer have sown us forever
As we dance in the portrait of what used to be
Caught in all of the short temper and blissfully sway in yesteryear
We paint faces upon our democracy and the people who stand for the fallen; unclean and we stake our faces for pride and happiness as we watch children burn and cry without tears
Swimming in the lake of fire to soak our bodies and make us pure; sticking needles into ourselves hoping we find a cure
We are distant from our own minds, ticking away sand and time.
Stones skipping over waters and trends no long strong enough to hold society clean, the blind can no longer listen to what we have seen.
Digging our graves before our time and we please no one but ourselves, greed and hearsay equalizing tangible wealth
We squander our dreams for the bittersweet lusts and potential that this world has to offer us.
As we ponder drifting downstream and dip our feet in the dust of forgetfulness and the words that bind us; ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Symphonies dying cold from the media calling out our names and carving the face of fame
Standing by like toy soldiers being played by a child’s hand, swaying and waving in a wayward direction
And cradle the sweet lady liberty of the land like an unfaithful wife with her selfish intentions and sculpting the temptations
Only doing what is right in our eyes of timeless hypocrisy until the grandfather clock can no longer sit his spell and save our souls from truth the moment of truth that we will remember well.
We walk forward into the thorn bushes of persona and image; that we feel only what we see, like a new born baby whose eyes are yet burning from the light
Giving up our nations without a fight
Looking back on a ledge of despair and without care
Then suddenly karma pushes you into the cycle of time
And crowns a worthy king with grey hair
Sleeping silently, no tossing and turning
Silence children, in his bed of never-ending, this teacher is learning
But has no more chalk to cover the concrete walls and the propaganda halls
Please everyone, calm down and take a seat
The story is finally over
Tomorrow is a new day, and we will never admit defeat
Rate and comment please everyone, thanks much appreciated.
Questions and answers, blisters and cancer have sown us forever
As we dance in the portrait of what used to be
Caught in all of the short temper and blissfully sway in yesteryear
We paint faces upon our democracy and the people who stand for the fallen; unclean and we stake our faces for pride and happiness as we watch children burn and cry without tears
Swimming in the lake of fire to soak our bodies and make us pure; sticking needles into ourselves hoping we find a cure
We are distant from our own minds, ticking away sand and time.
Stones skipping over waters and trends no long strong enough to hold society clean, the blind can no longer listen to what we have seen.
Digging our graves before our time and we please no one but ourselves, greed and hearsay equalizing tangible wealth
We squander our dreams for the bittersweet lusts and potential that this world has to offer us.
As we ponder drifting downstream and dip our feet in the dust of forgetfulness and the words that bind us; ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Symphonies dying cold from the media calling out our names and carving the face of fame
Standing by like toy soldiers being played by a child’s hand, swaying and waving in a wayward direction
And cradle the sweet lady liberty of the land like an unfaithful wife with her selfish intentions and sculpting the temptations
Only doing what is right in our eyes of timeless hypocrisy until the grandfather clock can no longer sit his spell and save our souls from truth the moment of truth that we will remember well.
We walk forward into the thorn bushes of persona and image; that we feel only what we see, like a new born baby whose eyes are yet burning from the light
Giving up our nations without a fight
Looking back on a ledge of despair and without care
Then suddenly karma pushes you into the cycle of time
And crowns a worthy king with grey hair
Sleeping silently, no tossing and turning
Silence children, in his bed of never-ending, this teacher is learning
But has no more chalk to cover the concrete walls and the propaganda halls
Please everyone, calm down and take a seat
The story is finally over
Tomorrow is a new day, and we will never admit defeat
