 | In seeking perfection
We will always hunger
Illusions of rejection
Placed deep inside the mindAll sides struggling
In a misguided war
The darkened perspective
Of human kind
Battle without bloodshed
And the light will take control
This is a war to win the soul
Innocence
No need for the sword
Policies of destruction in the name of the Lord
Cowards spreading false dreams
Fighting cowards hiding behind machines
Poppy blood spilt in vain
Cold hearts without shame
Who are we to trust?
The Jihad upon us.
Two
Judgment day comes
In the hours approaching death
Only with the will to love
Can we pass the test
The Saviour appears
In every babies breath
This is blasphemy to the blasphemous
We only walk hand in hand
Every women child and man
To teach and learn from children is the plan
We are not solely in command
As though fate lives for our demands
We only walk hand in hand
Controlled fear drives the killing
Illusions that curse the willing
All word an interpretation
Of infinite imagination
Time is a stipulation
There is hope for all
Judgment day comes
On each one’s day of death
The Saviour appears
In every babies breath
Three
In my right hand I had some holy books
In my left I had a breast
I dug a hole to find my better half
And I found a shiny golden calf
Around the dirt it was so bright
Full of pleasures and of might
Dazzling radiance in its ore
Turning men into killers
And women into wh*res
I held the calf in my hole
I felt a chill, I grew oh so cold
So with my right hand I grabbed a manual
With my left I stole a tool
I built a ladder to find my better half
While the calf sold rungs to fools
I realized the calf was fools gold
Yet still dazzled by the ore
When I was forced to bow to its image
Heaven knocked upon my door
A voice inside my head
Told me charity is the key
The calf is very shiny yes,
But rarely ever clean
With this thought I laid in the sun
Realizing the vain of all that I’d done
So with my right hand I gave to beggars
With my left I built a fire for the cold
I searched inside to find my better half
And found an entire soul
I still see fools gold
Useful in its own way
We cannot eat or drink it
Yet it’s fun to give away.
Four
Did you hear the good news?
Yes the man is back!
Did you hear the good news?
He had never left!
You can only come to the first
If you first follow the rest
Simple commands
To which the chosen were blessed
It was said he was dead
Oh the dread!
Oh the dread!
He Kant exist?
It’s in your head!
It’s in your head!
Is it Overman?
Just what have you read?
What have you read?
Read between the lines
Of some of the great minds
Do you psychoanalyze?
Do you judge the sinner?
And hate your own sin?
Then you will never win
Forgive yourself and all of your kin
We have free will to miss the mark
To punch and kick and scratch and bark
But when the conscience gets pushed too far
Good news shall win the war.
Five
Oh Ishmael and Isaac
What do your children do?
Gandhi and Jinnah
Is the future so untrue?
Lenin and Lincoln
They both knew
Colors do not fight
No red versus blue
Gotama, Mohammed
We are babes in the womb
Y’shua, Arjuna
We are babes till the tomb
Father Abraham
Help me spread the muted word
It’s all we need
For peace on earth
Good advice all comes from the same source
Disaster does not have to run its course
Greed and lust for a pure nation
Brings on filth and suffocation
When faith and science are linked
From the same cup we all shall drink
All the stars will be our home
Forever we will roam
Six
There is no versus is the equation
No limit by any number
The cult of mathematics
Has put us in a slumber
No reason to deny the conscience
Or make it a product of the senses
There’s material, and immaterial
In observation, I have concluded
That this is one of my guesses
Light and Dark
Logic, Emotion
Body, with the Soul
Action and Imagination
To be Still, to Compete
Indulgence and Control
Order and Chaos
Planned Randomness
Nothing is something
There is Freedom to Hold
No point in seeking cures
If the line of prevention is erased
In the study of good intention
I have found a wave
If the facts are twisted
To line pockets with gold
Damned lies they become
Then knowledge grows cold
True and False
Wisdom, Illusion
Life and Death
The First and the Last
The Chicken and the Egg
The Word and the Breath
All comes from All
Free Will with Fate
The Spoken is the Said
The Creator loves to Create…
Seven
Praise the Creator
Do not think yourself a God
Worship no body, or bow down to false thoughts
Take a day to be at ease, to praise and to be pleased
Your parents support your life,
With the best of mortal abilities
Honour their life, with your
Sensitivity
Murder sends you to a dark grave
To sexually cheat is to be a slave
Steal and your life will be living hell
Lie and your own snares will tangle you well
Always wanting what you cannot have, is the base of one root
Can you hear the piper? The sweet song from a flute
Fulfill yourself with what you’ve been blessed
Take your fair share of rewards, for the stress
Moderate the milk and the honey
Time is your tool, not to be feared,
Along with the money
Fear death, and life will haunt you
Turn away for an illusion and your mind will taunt you
To this world we come
Vulnerable and true
Nothing has changed
Except the lies of a few
Forgive all errs against
When your anger is through
Only then can the flowers
Reach up and bloom
Instruction is free for the taking
Concentrate to be still
Meditate on love and life
And you will find your true will.
Written by Paul MacLean
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