Kids of the Earth

©2009 TRUspeak Independence

I saw and continue to notice,
the most difficult notions. Rippled emotions
from simple devotion to crippled and hopeless.
Sun, trickles the growth to Us, pivitol moments
touched, as the tears like missiles
explode with trust. And the fear;
so minimal here. 'Cause we know
where we sit in this weird, existence.
Persistent; the clear and vicious. The mission
from here. That Boy! His growth!
The choice even when the voice corrodes
the poise. As the picture snaps
the image. As the Bic exacts with facts,
relax with this. Compassion is fashionless,
and I can't really fathom this.
No matter how hard we practice this, love;
it finds a way to clash with bliss, and
crash till its smashed to bits, But out of the
black abyss, the catalyst.

A light so bright, it's imagine-less.
And I fight, all night, like a pacifist.
And those passive and lasting attractive myths.
Like it's really up to us... to captain ships.
and knowing that we must, be strapped to the Holy.
Wrath of the Lonely, ask Her to phone me.
Faster than slowly, Disasters, that show me
the Captured and only the Master that holds Me...

Pass to the soul... She... has it, the so sweet,
magic and that is just so deep...
And the life that we live in this era and age
Fearing the plagues, she happens to hold keys
Clear as the day, we sat in the sloped green
laughed as the whole theme was passion and hope breathed
like a mirror, her face, and yet the reflection
with depths of perception, so adept the connection
she looks into your eyes, a true surprise
And you see yourself in her eyes, the essence,
a muse but wise, and way more than a muse to I...
The great wars that we choose to fight
Would come to an end if she, came forth, blue as the sky
The two of us, I feel the real through her touch
the real that you feel when the real is too much...
To feel it the realest of feelings I'm still in her clutch
To paint is to change and to heal is to brush..

I hitched a ride with my soul by the side of the road
(yes, this is an Oasis dedication)
Hey now, come and get a price for the gold
Pray loud, running from the bite of the cold
But stay sound, something isn't likely to hold
So, I've seen the beauty in the pain of my friends
I've seen the beauty to the greatest extent
And I'm trying to be the soothing inspiration to them
And the sky just isn't moving so I brace for the best

I'm living life like the fight that I know that it is
I sit and write for the poet within
I know I'm only a kid, growing in bliss
Showing the kin, folk that it's this soul in the thick
growth, the myth shows that I'm wishful in the fish bowl
in the window... and i swim slow...
And the pen stroke, I just hope that it hits home
Passed out, sitting up with the pressure on the wrist-bones
And I thank you for catching me and I've been stoned
And I've been thrown the wickedest curves
And it's helped me realize what my mission is worth
The kids of the Earth... and I know what each minute is worth

I took a trip with my heart on the sleeves of the Earth
Slow down, come and get your meaning and worth
and those clouds, struggling and cleaning the hurt
Soul child, the know how you've needed since birth
That snow-plow, I know now the meaning of work
So, I've seen the beauty in the pain of my friends
I've seen the beauty to the greatest extent
And I'm trying be the soothing inspiration to them
And the sky just isn't moving so I brace for the best
And I've been thrown the wickedest curves
And it's helped me realize what my mission is worth
The kids of the Earth... 


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