Radio Love/Amongst the Roses

 As the rain caravans to the depths of our soul
This undulating chant will forever leave us breathless
As we hold the last remaining ounce of wisdom
That spills though our fingertips like fruits which ripen our eyes to the source indifference
A cataclysmic shift of unparalleled proportions
As we sail the high seas in search of purpose
Perhaps it is here
Where we too may walk amongst the heavens
And escape the dualism which forces us to search for this thing we call love
As we extended our hands into the vastness of the universe in search of something
Let us meet on the other side of indifference
Let us witness the birth of a child through the arms of lovers
Who chose to walk this ancient trail between our physical realm and spiritual dissonance
That rises like cigarette smoke and bad intentions
That streak across the tabloid papers that read survival of the most ignorant
Our incessant need to suppress our imaginations
Children birthed to forests that will never find a chance to touch the ceiling
Mothers who cling to love in hopes of sharing the warmth that held us closest
When we waded in the beauty of nature
Our love of fear
Our hatred of death
We must rise to overcome the grave that bears the weight of a thousand generations
Which brought us closer to the source of eternal love
And though heaven will reveal
To cherish what you gave us most is to always feel
For we have lived
And will always live
So get the fuck off your feet and do something about it!
We only got one
We only got one
We got only one!
So I want to see the torch that gets passed from generation to generation
So we too can see the light the built the bridge to hope and freedom
Where children become citizens
And rights become definite
And love becomes infinite
Let us take this walk amongst gardens of love which shelters us from our darkened tempers
Where we too may touch the light which leads us to the depths of our predicament
The birth of a new revolution
Darkened hues of passion that drives a new generation
Choirs which sing the song of love which spreads its wings to sail a new horizon
The majesty of nature
Which speaks of a time when we were not fooled by the presumption that we must only dream of extracting the artifacts of humanities deepest cultures
Where we were given the tools to evade the gilded robes of scientific vultures
Of ripened minds and shallow graves
Hollow mikes and satin slaves
Withered storms and sunny days  
These cites will forever drown in the sound of tomorrow
A reminder that we will always be
Who we have always been
The beauty of love
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Mining for Soul