Seeking Truth
Is it real
The things they say
Or just manipulation
To get their way
Is it stained
To colors they wish
Or do they believe
What they cherish
Is there a thing called Truth
Or a thing we want
A perception we know
As we move on with the Show
Rabid Poet
Clock Ticks On
This journey is not clear
Many things we can fear
Projections seem to rule our day
What Ifs have their say
As they drift into The Here
Hope is not the prevalent Meme
Though It gives us a positive theme
A livable path for those not yet here
A positive path for us to steer
A Reality rather than a Seem
We each must move on
Each giving up our Throne
Using as little as we can
Conservation must be our Plan
Acting now as the clock ticks on
Rabid Poet
FREE
We must go
On to a New Show
One with consideration for all
One to help catch their fall
One moving to a beautiful Slow
We have been given a chance
To eliminate nonsense
To listen to our young
To sing a new song
To move out of our trance
To move to a New Reality
That some can clearly see
Leaving behind thoughts of old
Those we have been told to hold
Which will then set ourselves FREE
Rabid Poet
Seek The Now
I seek the Now
Not guite sure How
Too many voices
Too many choices
Too many religions to bow
Around us is beauty
Nature doing it's duty
Our attention is diverted
To things perverted
To things considered cutie
A new direction we must find
One much more kind
Away from the compete
Away from the incomplete
Away from leadership blind
Rabid Poet
