Speak On It

The Power of Perception VS Perceived Power

I'm supposed to be a soldier.. Now my shoulders are  
More chipped than chiseled, and my heart needs a refill  
The war split from civil as I start to bleed free will..  
Sift through these arteries, a part of me dreams still  
Hard to speak, our disease is bargaining cheap thrills  
You can capture pictures.. I'll captivate imaginations
You just practice scripture while the passive traits attack a nation  
Get them acclimated.. That’s a lame exaggeration  
Facts aren’t as fascinating as the latest adaptation  
Truth is, there is none.. Certain of uncertainty  
Encircling the church.. Shoe fits, their wisdom..?  
Is surfacing as perjury in service to the Earth..  
Furthering the serpentine, merciless and worsening  
With urgency to work.. First to see the influence  
Misuse, and the damage done.. Ripped through  
To give you living proof of the planet, judged..  
Knowing is contradictory to faith, so we don’t know anything  
In the emptiness of space.. Perspective is everything  
In the destiny we face, but our legacy is so menacing  
We’ve never reached its place.. Perception.. Is reality  
Unless it’s out of callousness, the best depicts a fallacy  
Deception is a talent if it’s ending in fatality  
“Objection”; “I’ll allow it”.. The rest of it’s invalid.. See..?  
We make our beliefs the truth..  
But we couldn't find it in church; they're too primitive and dangerous  
The truth was in the art, the most descriptive of its languages  
In it, we'll find the answers.. Hidden in the anguish it languished in  
Limited.. Complacent.. Fitted with the chains we encased it in  
Faceless, indiscriminate.. Witnesses take it to the grave with 'em  
Or it's weaponized.. Live with, or let die  
Our desensitized eyes have visions of red skies  
But a gentrified society's given a Best Buy, so we'll let it slide..  
Definitive end-times for the modern-day citizen  
Living the west lie on the back of eastern resources..  
Detour through the back streets as fascists speak of recourse  
Pacifists keeping score, and these activists need to lead more this..  
Shit is ridiculous.. Witty and meticulous; gritty, or inconspicuous  
A puppet CAN be president if he's.. Pretty articulate..  
That's relevant.. The felon's attempt at villainy  
But I could never pander to your delicate sensibilities  
To Hell with it.. It's killing me; the malevolence.. And the filigree  
The truth is they're useless, lacking intelligence.. And ability..  
He's bleeding for the cause and in return, we planned our exodus..  
'Cause we can believe in God, just not the person standing next to us..  

Copyright © 2013 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project

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CAN WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?


Our tiny world is a microcosm of

The world outside our doors

We used to be neighbours

We used to be friends

Politeness was a favour

You did to amend

For your natural ability

To harm those around you

Can we all just get along?


We come from dust, we end up the same

During that time can we reach out and tame

The wildness of our primate natures

Who reflect the face of God

It is so in our nature to hate and fight

Does God act like that?

No, say the religions of the world

God is the most holy, the most merciful

Who will pardon the last sinner

Why can we all just get along?


I have seen it in photos all over the world

People giving thanks to the Lord one day

The next day they are polishing their swords

Have the words of Isaiah gone so astray?

If you do a good deed, you create an angel

Who will advocate for you when the time comes

When you harm another through words or actions

You create an angel who will be against you

When you finally me The True Judge

Are you reading this, do you understand

The need to just get along with our fellow wo/man?

They say life is but a dream,
I find this to mean exactly what it seems

I find that the world when I close my eyes
Holds a form closer to pure
Than those we endure in our own waking life;
That the forms I make up within the strife
Of my innermost planetary system
Create the ability
to persist in my search of true thinking
And resist the deluded thinking
I can all but taste when the sun has risen

I find strength within those figments
Their existence debatable and,
For wholly argument purposes, unreal
Seem to peel from me a thin layer of plastic skin
Left like a resin or residue
From the only too potent need
To be someone we are not

I wish I could shake you,
I wish I could break you open,
Crack you like an egg and show you
Just how little you know you
And how the parts of you that feel counterfeit
Look like fraud and taste like shit
That they leave a thin layer on my lips
That turn to plastic
And must be ripped off
Later in the night when I doze off

Stop searching or trying
There is no use in compiling
Different parts of different people
For this attempt at transcendence is feeble
Wake up!
Or go to sleep if you must,
For your true desires lie in lust
Within the robust layers
of your nightly dreams

I'm loving this. probably gonna have to start trying to judge this thing tomorrow. gonna be a little more than difficult.

Afterthought

Playing with time
Like dodging bullets
In a game when every winner dies
Because, seeing through the disguise
Or thinking on the plot
Gets no-one  closer to saying so long
To the lie
Or to remembering what was forgotten
Or lost
No more than a reflection of particles
Fragments of self
Each life, an afterthought of the next

Hippie

A late bloomer he was
with nothing much to say.
Sitting by the corner of
his favourite coffee shop
wishing for world peace
but he never wore a
colourful bandana.

natural born heathen..

Seeping through
from under the grid
deviated hell
bound from the crib
livid
lunacy drivin
caged

cravin the stage
engaged
ownin the page
wages and war
born to perform
savage
master addict
with dominating havoc
and you just
can't match it
ravage
lyrical rewind

inked to the grind
blowin your minds
and i
should of
already been signed
while you

catch the scent
i slide inside
the demon that hides
between these
master lines

you can find me
bleeding ink
from behind

it's pitch black
poised to attack

an act of
God.less
mechanical garden of eden

i'm a



natural born heathen

Travis, that was simply wicked. Thank you for participating and thanks to everyone who put out. A lot of good thoughts were shared here and more than a few good vibes.

Many thanks!