Posts Tagged ‘society’
I’ve Faith in the Future Coming
I see you’re on the phone
Trying to forget that you’re alone
You’re in your distraction zone
But that’s not good living
You can’t see what’s real
You can’t process what you feel
Will these wounds ever heal?
What advice should I be giving?Oh oh oh
I’ve faith in the future coming
If we get up and stand up
If we hit hard and keep runningThey talk about differences between
To describe a future they’ve seen
But I can see through that screen
Through the insults they’re saying
I hate this nasty stuff
It doesn’t mean they’re tough
I wanna call their bluff
Their lying patriotism and prayingOh oh oh
I’ve faith in the future coming
If we get up and stand up
If we hit hard and keep runningThey look for an enemy
They like lying simplicity
But life is real complexity
They don’t like a different point of view
They push their ideology
Like some radical theology
And they give no apology
For the division sown between me and youOh oh oh
I’ve faith in the future coming
If we get up and stand up
If we hit hard and keep running
Breaking Glass
It’s the sound you hear
That of crashing glass
From your broken bubble
Will this too now pass?The cold winds of change
The harsh winds of hate
Now threaten your world view
And threaten your fateWith ugly, ignorant intensity
Empty vessels make much sound
Many float on hot, false hopes
I stay lonely on the ground
Blind Faith
I speak those shallow empty words
Filled with so many lies, I sound absurd
But I accept no responsibility
I use insults and I use attacks as news
As clickbait in social media that I use
I pollute everything with incivilityI’ve undermined what experts say
The rule of law is now my prey
I’m your prophet, listen only to me
I call it fake media and I call it fake news
Cos I wanna own your reality too
I’m your prophet, listen only to meHave faith, blind faith in me
Have trust, blind trust in me,
I wanna be your reality
Have faith, blind faith in meMy lies keep you divided and confused
I’ve hidden real problems with that ruse
I’m so full of ignorant intensity
I’ve defeated those with passionate conviction
Who used foolish truth instead of fiction
And I don’t care about inequalityHave faith, blind faith in me
Have trust, blind trust in me,
I wanna be your reality
Have faith, blind faith in me
We The People
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Flow
I’m not that pragmatic
I often swim against the flow
Others just float on by
“It’ll all be fine”, they knowI worry about lies
I worry about universal things
They only worry about themselves
What each decision will bringI’m not right, they’re not wrong
But these are barriers in between
I wish I could just remove them
But I want my beauty it seemsI walk over my beloved bridge
I breathe the air of the river
The sun will warm me tomorrow
Even as today I walk and shiver
Fissure and Split
There’s a fissure and a split,
In the armour that I’ve built,
That makes me so restless now.
In the recesses of my mind,
Where fear scurries blind,
And darkness rises somehow.There’s a tightness in my gut,
Of time racing and things ending, but,
I’ve a longing for forbidden things.
I hear the inexorable journey’s hiss,
To the darkness of the abyss,
And the sound while the banshee sings.To that which I had completed,
To that which I had defeated,
And that which I must rise above now.
The cacophony of rejection,
As loneliness and non-acceptance,
Irrelevance and uselessness row.I wrestle in my dreams now,
A dark demon that stalks and howls,
Suddenly stripped of my armour’s power.
I’m suddenly falling from on high,
Fearing multiple goodbyes,
Before hellos have finished their hour.And yet I’m brave so I must rise,
To look my fears in the eyes,
And because I’m blessed to be alive.
I will stand and fight,
For love and the right,
To hold someone’s hand and smile.
Alternatives Exclude
We are, the authors
From gifts of, our fathers
Of our, own life designWe choose, each other
From chemistry, we discover
But with, no given guidelinesAnd things, they fade
Alternatives, they exclude
We’ve been weighed, we’ve been measured but we’re often not understood
And things, they fade
Alternatives, they exclude
We’re told it’s over but that don’t mean that we’re no good
I’m drinking, in Gordon’s bar
These last few years, I’ve travelled far
But I’d only, seen her once beforeThe light, is now dimming
I see ghosts, of fabulous women
Asking for, all I can give and moreAnd things, they fade
Alternatives, they exclude
Have I used illusions, to avoid decisions I must take?
And things, they fade
Alternatives, they exclude
Have I blamed others sometimes for the choices I must make?
Anselm Kiefer – The Orders of the Night – 1996.
Emulsion, acrylic and shellac on canvas. 356 x 463 cm. Seattle Art Museum.
