Bubbles float with the breeze, but who is directing the current?
Ancestral trails left to trace, following patterns setting the pace.
Legacy lineage defined by skin spectrum kinds
- making money, and rules from the inside.
Value compromised with systematic tides,
exploitation refined, and too many died - indigenous genocide!
Consciousness stifled, yet compensated with rifles,
Are you aware of the human condition,
in touch with the basic provision
that we are free beings living in our own structured society?
Yet too much reality reflects the sting of a corrupted mentality,
as our programmed souls corrode with the passive scans of bar codes.
It’s the profits over people
with the greed adorning…
Log on and tap into another dimension, a realm of sights, sounds and some minds. Journey through procrastination and linger with some masturbation. You’re moving into a zone of facts and distortions, reality and hyperbole, history and imagery. You are on the internet and there is no getting off.
Can you feel the squeeze,
that clenching fist wrapping around your throat?
Do you gasp for air,
when reaching into you pocket to slap out that plastic dope?
Tribute for the machine,
salvation for the hunger,
processor of waste.
They inflate the myth with hype,
shallow legends of brand name luxury.
The tornados of wealth suck life dry,
The world is on fire — and the man with the sticks keeps flicking flames….
Balance lost, swamp monsters tempest tossed, societal debris spewing rot.
We are all just collateral damage — feeding the greed machine,
a diseased dream abomination — prosperity slain, resources drained,
sold off for crony capitalism, financial schism
seeds sprout with potential
Earth essence transforming from linage and love
nurtured with water, light and air
absorbing and enriching its surroundings
vitality flourished with roots, stems and leaves,
and while buds and flowers are succulent treats,
not for these pastures of intrigue
hemp for biomass, cannabis in an agro class
put the claims to the test, prove…
The river of grass waves with ingrained synergy
lifeblood of Florida, nurturing a web
porous limestone shapes caverns and underground portals
subterranean nexus holding echos of primordial times — and the future.
Water pulses with machines now — previously free,
liberation reflecting Earth tones — currently constrained.
A once rippling…
the wander leads along a twisted path
merging purpose and manners — freestyle mode
encounters brief, repeating, enduring — glimpses in time
presence lingers with meaning when intentions connect true
distinctions manifested in tone, the current for the known unknown
subversive flow within the communal backbone — flexed and stressed
divergence in the face of oblivion…
Take a rhythm, feel a groove,
touch the essence, stimulate your moves.
It’s the music connecting with your soul,
reflecting the power of energy extolled.
Sound waves generated with strings, horns and drums,
or maybe it’s a melody that you just like to hum.
It’s the frequencies that makes a…
Babump, babump, babump, babump, babump……
The beat of your heart pumps essence throughout your body
before sight and taste,
there were echos,
a pulse of movement
before standing and crawling,
we danced in the womb
Now with more space to play,
let your arms and legs sway,
music opens doors unbound,