Dec 12 2003

effort goes without mention.
we live out lives, we trance the memories of life today
Team effort, together we lay a solid foundation.
These efforts rewarded with hundreds of enhancements and refinements. Modify our view,
isolate the singular emotion
We become a piece together,
another piece...
time and generations,
and time again
build us,
train us,
make us who we are

in a history of production capitalism is all we see
blinding truth, forsaken youth beating sense into me
in the years of destruction, questions yearning to be asked
what the credit is for granting

affection from the masses,
the lowest poor to the high classes

well the internet is spoken
and the shell has broken open
the critical mass we laid
into this egg,
shattered to be the world we have known.

the knowledge is grown
to my brothers and sisters
and communities we’ve never known
To results we never thought would happen.

To show that what we have to give
is as what we would have given.
A schism,
sarcasm of the brain in ancient wisdom,
a lack of logic gotcha now
it ain’t the kissin,
aint the sexy lays of life
its what you're missing.

the cold realities you want in your last ism,
your past life can share the strife....
its what you’re missing.

Pay the taxers,
pay the taxes what you’re missing...
maybe gramma can get the care she’s granted.
Maybe my brother gets a blood transfusion
Maybe you and I get comfortable with the case of living.

it’s a rainbow,
a brain blow,
a truth you cant see
it’s a blinding representation of the life in you and me

it’s the miserable existence of a guy inside the pen
who is granted nothing more
than a sentence behind bars,
a life stuck inside litigation
making laws on his behalf
to send a million to inferno if they take a second glance.

Take a chance.
We have a chance,
we are the future and it shows
As we rant,
chant,
protect our families,
our community is what’s in front of me,
standing for the hey... do you see it?

Showing through tailored thoughts
are aimed at your brain
What’s the holdup I think I’m insane
The thoughts are reminiscent of too much pain,
too much pain....
if you hear this I feel your love.
I feel your hope,
I know that
know that
know that which is and will always be.

a patterned system of recognition
a CHANCE you are given
a reality
second chance
a hand inside your pants
a feeling
the sealing
a card you played with chance of dealing
insight stealing emotion
caught in the motion
carry the answer you carry the potion
thoughts vice,
eternal mice,
breeding
needing
feeding on the abundant knowledge we glean from the wires,
the fiber of earth
the sense of worth
knowledge
power
its the chanting hour..

don’t listen to me,
grab a job, grab a life and you’re free.
there nothing holding you back
from a life free from cares
free of stress and slacking off
slacking off
slack slack slack
having the president jack off and you paid
40 bucks off the cuff on company time,
feeding the swine
the ecstasy is just biding the time,
its so divine...
20 cents on the $$ is fine ,
its ok,
i sell my life away.

i work my life away,
i feel good every day.
this shit is great i say,
i believe in a god above.
i believe in the holy ghost and the dove,
the Latin host of the roman love,
the mutated glove feeding genetics to our children,

force fed the religion,
the contradiction,
the aneurism.

a chance to have em
and well wish em,
or hit em,
or kiss em,
or what the fuck we lost em
now i miss em