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A Night Rose
As the day slowly fades into night,
the cotton candy clouds pass over the earth,
spreading life to far off places,
and psychedelic thoughts to kids with psychedelic faces.
laying lazily in the green of the grass,
they know that as the sun sets,
there will be no worries or cares of shoes or shirts or of some blind date
just the plasma's spherical flashing glares,
as they remember the mushrooms they just ate.
the energy flows,
as thier mind goes,
to a sacred place.
This soup of energy rolls them around,
until an unseen life springs from the ground.
more beautiful than a night rose
is hearing the winds' whispers as it blows.
just come with me and let your mind be free,
then together we'll climb to a beautiful state of mind,
but this full spectrum of colors wont be seen by any others,
for they say its bad, but don't you see,
its a hidden world for you and me.
The rays of rain and drops of sun collide in the sky,
to let all the new colors flow into my eye,
and all I wish for,
is that you see,
this life, and you,
are most precious to me.
-Psychedelic Uncle Sam
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There is something in the fabric of your fur
Reminiscent of things that were,
That are no longer in the pattern Of the day,
but in the weave,
Subtle as the thread that blends The color of the evening air,
Indisputably present but not quite there.
Who would not find you as strange as I,
Who, unaccustomed to the depth of time
Have not yet found relief sublime
But still, in trying to subscribe
To a fabricated reality, handed down,
Forget the possibility of dimensions inconceived
A different starting point to be achieved.
FUCK TODAY AND FUCK YOU
i think its bullshit
forcing me to go to a place
were you force me to sign my name
though i was threatened
and the knife was in my back
You make me show up,
threaten me if i dont go
then i go and you make me sign my name
and threaten me to make me sign
a signiture that states my agreement
the one that i am forced to give.
Even though i dont know what im signing,
cus you say thats really not important
but it is,
but no matter what i think,
i still have to sign
fuck the skool
Fuck your system
SO i asked my teacher today why cant i be an anarchist
and she told me i wasnt violent
wich is true
im all talk
I hate the system
currupters of life
so i ask her
what i am,
if i have to identify with anything
on societies scale
and she says
im a philosopher.
But those peoples opions dont really matter
in the big sceme of things.
So im rational,
and i dont fall into your brain washed mindless molded fruit
cumming on the tree of freedom and sanctity
so this means i dont matter?
But i do matter enough
were they need my signiture bad enough to force me to sign
but i dont count cus im rational
i dont get it.
A private detective called me today
asking about my love, Kim Sweet
he was a liar,
i told him to fuck himself
he wanted information
about a girl that he didnt even know the corekt last name of.
fuck him and the system he works for
fuck all you stupid bitches that want information from me
trying to threaten me with the title of a "hostile witness"
because i dont wanna tell you where i go to skool
so you can come and harrass me?
think im stupid?
FUck the detectives
Fuck the skool
Fuck the government
Look what they turned me into!
A braindead, special bus riding trick
whos only response to say against all this
is fuck you?
WOW, the intelligence is radiating from this poem
cant you feel it?
didnt think so.
But i dont care cus i can just respond with a simple
Welcome to the mysterious mask of this twisted world
Countless stuck in its dominant grasp, unable to escape it
Probing for meaning and truth, but lost
Hidden behind artificial smiles and materialistic objects of desire, to cloak inner feelings from others
Trapped in the devilish web of social conformity with no way of ever leaving
Running astray from individuality and independence, but afraid of being alone
Scared of your own beliefs that run constantly in your minds, afraid of ridicule from others
Mimicking others as a source of acceptance, in order to feel needed in this sad world
Wearing the latest treads and fads, to fill the void of emptiness in your heart
Walking blindly behind others, to experience a piece of something big
Close minded towards others outside your group, to feel superior in your small world of deception
Listening to the music of the masses, not to be left out
Living a life of lies and deceit, to hide the true nature of your soul
Are you masked??
-Steven "Slacker" Halili
As my day passes by,
I feel the tears swell inside,
my pain is deep, so deep I cry,
my chest hurts, and then my mind,
I see her face and wonder
my pain too deep to heal with time,
and now this pain gets worse with every line.
So I stand
stand to my feet,
only to fall once again.
-Casey Clark (PhlyCow)
I Will Not Conform
That which thrills me
Makes me stronger.
That which kills me
Lets me live longer.
That which seperates me from this world
Brings me closer to it
And helps me to understand
The meaning of it all
And my purpose in this irony of a life.
Mother did not give me a life
So that I may stand in line
So that I may be in uniform
So that I may be like everyone else.
Mother gave me a life to live
Not to waste.
No one leaves this world
Wishing they spent more time
In an office space
Or in a school
Or wishing they tried harder to be
What society wished them to be.
But I can assure you
They sure wish they didn't conform.
Mother did not give me a heart
So that I may hate
So that I may hurt
So that I may feel what others wish me to feel.
Mother did not give me a mind
So that others may exploit it
So that others may control it
So that others may own it.
Mother gave me a mind of my own
And I'll think what I wish
And I'll do what I wish
If it kills me, then so be it.
But I will not conform.
I don't think you see me here,
Laughing in your face.
The world is blind,
In this you are society's child.
Open your eyes and see the day,
Take off your rose colored glasses.
Look up at the splendor of the sun,
Smile a real smile,
See the world in which you live,
And help create the better days.