The cousins of our home, the trees
Have man to thank upon their knees
For over time destroying all
That trees were guarding from the fall.
Of how they kept the history
From turning into mystery
Within the rings their bodies stored,
The loss of which we can't afford.
Despite the treasure trove of trees,
The high rise place for birds & bees,
The gentle giants' ev'ry breath
Gives humans life instead of death.
But human kind since biblical
Have long cut the umbilical.
For idol gods & sacrifice
Man laid them waste for war & vice.
Though often living side by side
While giving food & rest abide,
So few would heed th
Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free
Freedom is just an illusion designed to control
I ask myself why some people live their whole lives
Believing every single word that they are told
From the teachers who were brainwashed themselves
But there is no cleanliness in our education
School comes too soon with agenda fueled answers
Before we have even learnt to ask the question
Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free
It's just the bars around your cell cannot be seen
You're enslaved while ministers commit crimes so sinister
And feed you thoughts directly from the machine
The grinding dark forces that control the
The Rasp of InnerSense by SeymourVandal, literature
Literature
The Rasp of InnerSense
To see the Machine in a grain of sand
Hold the ghost inside every seed
Remove all the ticks from the back of your hand
With a stone that came out of a weed....
An early Turtle in a truck
Leaves intersections out of luck...
A grizzly Bear inside a plane
Makes auto-pilots think again...
Canaries carry my twelve-gauge
black Crows tear webs from every page...
angry Birds with third-eye phones
Crash all the airborne predator drones...
Piranha school taught me so much
Great White turns red at slightest touch...
A Tiger flies across the sky now
Who will catch her in their eye?
- Seymour Vandal
A simple piece of silk.
At first glance, woven together by simple thread.
Look closer.
Seven red stripes stand for those who have bled for her.
Six white stripes for the hopes of those that fly her.
Blue for those who protect her people.
She's flown in peace time and war.
Seen great battles,
Signaled victory,
Inspired courage and fear,
And given Hope.
She's also been brought low.
Stomped on by people who can't see her worth.....
She's been burned.
Flying high on the hopes and dreams of those who believe in her.
She's blown not by the wind around her,
But by the last breath of every soldier who has given all in her name.
She has gently covered
WHAT DID MY FATHER SEE?
What did my father see
to make him strong beyond measure,
content with the life he had,
gaining him power with respect?
What did my father see,
that forced him to give all,
humble about his own talents,
respecting all of mankind?
What did my father see,
that gave him strength to show flaws,
ability to cope in an unfair world,
vigor to honor the truth he knew?
What did my father see
that he sought justice for men who were lost,
worshiped his Lord without doubt,
admitted the error in his ways?
What did my father see,
that caused him to treasure his loved ones,
sometimes grow weak from the stress,
Embedded in concrete
The interface of perfection
My mouth always open
In hunger for sacrifice
Green veins of circuitry
The greatness of their purpose
My body a statue
For global connection
I dispense
The disposable joy
I give out
The glow of temptation
They've labeled me
Invented my beauty
They manufactured
My deadly attraction
My hearth is a poison
My mind liquefied lust
My craft is to infect
With dogmas of the few
I'm the wheels
Of social addiction
The perpetuator
Of chaotic motion
I'm the destroyer
Of human innocence
Embedded in concrete
My grin is well hidden
They flew in every direction,
like stars in an expanding universe.
The stars collecting on my windshield,
as my headlights sparkled off each of them.
Beyond the corner,
in a glowing patch of fog,
two headlights shined out,
and scattered across the skies.
I turned my head slightly,
as a bright light caught my face,
and a brilliant radiation came to me,
as my shadow burned into the seat behind me.
The lights passed my car,
and the world dimmed again.
I have to travel more in darkness,
with only the snowflakes for company.
I believe i could have been a great actress
Given i had done a lot of practice
I could become a whole other person
If i was better at coercion
My emotions would be my secret force
Which i'd learn how to impose
All i would have to do then
Would be to get lost in them
I'd give in to them as they start to form
Get lost in their ferocious storm
I'd jump in this huge sea of feelings recklessly
I'd make something out of it
I would have to suppress them
And sometimes provoke them
Depending on what note i'd like to hit
Oh, how risky but fun could that have been
I'd pick each one that i'd like
Come up to the surface like a high tide
Then aga