Take Advantage

I suffer through,
as those of me who do,
to make a mark
upon a heart
so beautifully true.

But fate belies that
the heart of ten million
could not realize,
these desperate claims
I struggle to.

Oh round and wondrous muscle!
Give me peace at last.
Do not let the pain of the past
block my desire,
It's unsteady so fast!

I say no
let them go,
and then my heart dies
when I see them love another.

How I wish my discipline was different.
My judgment not so clouded.
My heart would be sturdy and ripe.
My desire never unfounded.

You cannot expect my head to go blind,
when another woman comes to mind,
it eats slowly away
at my irrational fears.
Till they come to fruition
as endless dusty tears.

Love is not something I find
I can deal with at the moment,
but any affection I do pay you dear,
will go completely unnoticed.

The Mark

We're drawn down a road we cannot escape from.
With the greatest of intentions,
the greatest of heads
decide the rights and wrongs of all mankind.
The earthly ones, that is.
The medium is the music
the intention is power.
They take from us
that peace of mind we so desire for ourselves.
Everyone knows the story
we are getting taken
without the sight to see.
The oldest story in time
the war of right and wrong.
They degrade us
convince us we are nothing,
subliminally.
The uprising is inevitable.
Our fate is sealed,
allowing ourselves to carry
the yokes of our own demise.
We've been beaten down for resisting.
They crown their kings of TV
and princes of music,
the piper seduces us
and the marionettes dance for us.
This NWO I've heard of
unites us,
incites us
to obey far and wide
the order that has been given to us.
OBEY, SERVANTS!
They deprive us of all the
liberties we gave away slowly,
without a fight.

Better Than a Party

With imagination,
you can make your body glow.
Your legs move smoothly with the speed
of break beat technology.
Every joint
is a pivot point.
Life is best understood
after you've done your body good.
So fast are these times
when it hits you,
it's gone by.
But every second counts
in the world of the wild;
where music is the only sound you hear,
and the only thing you see
is its multicolored veneer.
I don't need anything but this.
The light and the noise
fuel my body,
give me poise,
an inspiration I never had
in the totality of day.
Come with me to the false lights,
and electrical sound waves.