Rising above and moving on
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”
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
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
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
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
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
I’m tired and wrathful at it all…
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
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…
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.