Around Again

Something about the minor chords
swords and javelin
passive gathering
it's a blood sport
the retort of sorts
breathing beyond belief
release from the lease of life
a piece of pie
piece the lies
like we know how erasers work..

My feet to the dirt like Pachamama
Sun and stars moon and earth alert
I learned the art of beauty
Better see what's in front of you now

This battleground of intelligent clowns
Kiss the ring and rub the feet of the leader's ego
Only to clip the achilles heel
spills the chalice as foul as it gets
Greed and avarice to spit on human rights

The might to write new lines like fear, intimidation, distraction, division
To divide and conquer conscious thought
The onslaught of community gathering always
brings us home

Sandy feet talking in oceans
We always turn the tides to starboard
to standardize
to formalize
to fix
to edit
to be beyond the elevation where the wind
won't hold us back

Blundered through clouds
wrestled with gods
called on Allah in the desert
Life lived in between the moments we make with mortality
until we come around again

We always turn the tides to starboard
to standardize
to finalize
to fix
to edit
to be beyond an evolution where the wind won't hold us back
blundered through crowds
wrestled with the gods
called on Allah in the desert like

Life lived in between the mortality
We make the moments

until we come around, again