Math111

Subliminal messages,
uncanny conversation
no question! no question! no question!
"we do not speak your language."
kickin' back, old school
means ya ain't learnin' nothin' new

Stuck in the comfortable,
lookin' for a revolution.
It's not happening there.

Ορθάνοιχτος

Bring me beyond my deepest desires
Let me see Your love alone
That I may be satisfied in no other power
Of which any man should ever hold

Conversation

Artful delicacy
with words of little meaning
is but a small accomplishment.
To achieve the opposite, however,
is admirable to even those
that don't yet recognize it.

Focus

Not all ideas were created equal
but that's easy to forget

The music won't drown out the noise forever
reality lurks behind the ignorant too
so don't forget to take life in context
sugar and milk are less valuable by themselves
imagination runs wild, so convincing in the moment
so easily misunderstood

Importance lies in the bigger picture
problems become
smaller than they seemed

Focus.

Without Love

So speak your foreign holy language,
but it's all in vain if those same lips
breath hatred.
And win your awards for best in show,
continue on, unwavering, whole,
but if your heart can't love your brother,
if you selfishly can't care for another,
your everything is nothing
and you are worthless.

Necessary Oxidation

Endorphins swimming, pent-up,
swelling.

Building.

A chemical imbalance is formed,
crippling.

Disabling.

Threatening an all empowering,
contentment consuming,
gleeful state of consciousness.

Need

A man sits on a bench
no shoes and no teeth
not a penny to his name
but a smile on his face
dimples ever deepening
swallowing frightened freckles
that laugh at the white gray beard
rolling down the street

"I don't want anything at all if anything at all is more than I need,"
says the man on the bench with no shoes and a beard.

Your mindset little bird
is smaller than most
so open your eyes
big as they'll go, look
past the cold morning dew
and the evening telle wire
and remind me why worry
doesn't even come close

"I don't want all the answers if all the answers, I don't need,"
says the bird on the wire with no cares and no fears.

Wide eyed girl riding the train
a single bag at her feet
confident, to say the least
no direction and no aim
only scars of old nostalgia
fabled flight, a fight to beat
dance on then wide eyed girl
through wind, fire, sleet or rain

"I don't want a road map if a road map won't let You lead"
says the girl on the train with one bag and old scars
and a God to fill her need.