Rising above and moving on

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I’m tired of people righting wrongs

Through wrongs they view as right

People shrieking botched up songs

Confusing blindness for the light

All the fluff and schisms, all these “-isms”

Seeing everything through a distorted prism

Prisons for the mind and blinders for the eyes

Each maybe with a speck of “truth”

Caught deep within a web of “lies”

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I’m tired of those revering slavery

While claiming to be moral

Making mountains of excuses

Their language, very floral

I’m tired of those who claim desire honesty

Yet meet honesty with scorn

I’m tired of those who look to trick you

Since as soon as you are born

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I’m tired of all the violence, theft and plunder

Of all the wars, and debt and “taxes”

Of all the hammers, sickles and thrown axes

That we use to tear ourselves asunder

“Saving” the world through genocide and murder

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I’m tired of people building locks and fences

Who squint exclusively through the five senses

Failing to see the beauty of the soul

And forgetting who they were before

Glimpsing only through their grimy lenses

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I’m tired of those who claim they know me

When they know not even themselves

Having forgotten other lives and realms

Having forgotten even their humanity

Slobbing over idols and decrees

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I’m tired of those who talk, yet do not speak

Those who cry, but do not weep

Of those who hear, but do not listen

Of those whose eyes nought shine, nor glisten

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I’m tired and wrathful at it all…

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But I dream a different dream, you see

I embrace both light and dark with glee

Both in life and death, and beyond form

I rise above and I move on

I compose and sing a different song

And I utterly refuse to “go along”

For no herd, nor leash shall ever bind me

No chain, nor cage ever confine me

For, you see,

I never leave myself behind me

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I may tire, but I won’t falter

When I slip, my stance I alter

And if I tumble, crash and fall

I get back up and then move on

I stand proud, and firm and strong

Taking flight and moving on

Rising above and moving on

Moving on…

Moving on…

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Nobody and nothing has a higher claim to our lives than we do.

There can be no “chosen” ones. Only we can save ourselves, and only we are responsible for doing so.

Freedom is never given. Freedom is never taken.

I/we are all and always free and freedom, imagination, will and intent… infinity, unlimitedness and veyond… among other things…

What we choose to manifest is always a choice.

And the choice is always ours to make.

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