It’s been a while; i know.
Which words to speak what idea to bring to light.
Sitting in the dark we know it but ignore.
Truths and lives, knifes and lines;
From the latest ‘thing’ to the greatest feeling it’s all gone disposable.
Connections made through digital light at the tap of finger turned off ; disposable.
It’s deplorable how, in so little time, we’ve managed to bury our longevity leaving it to sink deeper in the sinkhole; from being carved into stone to being saved on a hard drive.
It’s laughable how the trickery of deluded, sadistic convenience has made us blind.
Disappointment in the eyes of the stars that look down.
Plastic love soon to be available so that when it’s time to leave it's turned off; despicable.
Creations and inventions now made in electric waves and digital sounds.
They tell you whatever you want to hear, it doesn’t matter, their truth is guaranteed to disappoint and disappear. Forgotten in the disposable ideology of greed.
Their lives don’t matter, no lives really matter; to Them.
We’ve seen them dispose of them with pictures and videos to show, tears running down the cheeks of bearded grown warriors, blood on the foreheads of the orphaned child.
The purpose of the war completely “adjusted”, modified to what we didn’t know; disposable.
Convenient and convincingly necessary. “You need this”, “it’s amazing”. Basically free so you must get this. Swap the old one out, it’s too complicated and hard, but we all know which one will truly last.
We’ve seen the images and pain the animals feel from the things we disregard and discard because their purpose was temporary. This poison we use and feed to the earth that poisons us from the inside out. We know it, but it’s easier this way. They love it, they’re richer that way.
Boundaries created by selfish power hungry barbarians, from the crescent to the cross, from the blue to the red. Blurring and changing the lines that were never there, seeking to divide and keep us in hate all the while their lines are erased to let her black water flow cheaper and more gold.
They tattoo her deep to make their borders, as her tears melt on the north and the south, and our tears run from our heads to our toes; asking why, with no straight answer.
Rules we’ve all created, they are privileged enough to be above, cheating them like they cheat the borders they’ve created.
We can’t blame them, they’ve never felt it.
We continue to be strong, to connect to her power,
the energy that has made us and all the trees and flowers.
Galaxies and the light that move our love, her love, The Love.
Indispensable, un-disposable, omniscient, unquestionable.
Undeniably the truth that reigns over all their materialistic existence; and ours too.
Breathe together this permanent flow of the infinite cycle.
Build the power that is free and unlimited, make that your Idol.
There’s never “no other choice”, there are options in all directions . A conception that we should understand and create with our decisions. Rational and real with the well-being of all as the purpose.
Deception will no longer be tolerated.
Ignorance will be questioned and informed.
Hate and addiction treated and cured.
As the molecules start to rumble in the storm,
The love we breathe in and out will move them to where they become the changing evolution that will wrap the wounds and heal the scars. Our hands and actions, fueled by the true purpose will rebuild what we have destroyed and cradle her back to health.