And the trees sing

"Free us still we need to see what you have really come to be this fortress made of lies will bring nothing but demise to thee, and we are guardians by your side, look out your window this no lie, i see you with unspoken eyes i live here beside human times"

I used to write about the cages, the disturbed ages, of disturbed pages, misery of poverty, city idiocracies blame and misused hatred with raging maniac confusion i was there too
like you, see me?

but they cant stop the shining...

we are what we are.
i could speak to expose them
or i could speak of what we are.

i spare none, share all, this is my life
thought it seems like mere dreams
these scenes are seen from the dream with no seams

i was stuck in stephen kings basement
i can't speak of the devilment
of human hands to the touch of parliment

marcus swam in the traid
and braid pit when mad u see bad
things coming head under bed rad

and when you speak of this lite
is it white some to afraid to fight
maybe i am one because i don't see the light

you speak of luminati i just see a ghost
of king tut times cementing wounds in body from world royal rich roast
i toast using universal mug in return

for this hope i give u finger tips waving
smile across the screen in for of team saving
self from androids dress up like humans stealing our health

ive seen tombs in the walls waving
pillars and treasures in foreign lands
all through the wall of my enclosure
my vision expands

bless you where you travel
this is written by the travelling wind
that keeps rhythms imprinted by heart beats and the patterns with in
outside inside outside inside

the breath pattern of an mc makes magic on the times
we are not alone we can all just walk away
but the problem is they sell us all for another day
another moment here, hear me out this is a walkabout

just looking at signs and times times with signs that keep popping out
if they dont believe when marley said it, then they've all been blind
you can fool some people sometimes but you cant fool all the people all the time

but here we both are under the star
no need for a car or a phone each in our own
home or that place tha fortress safe from that evil clown

don't run around looking down or fall up
he's call us to stand up against corrup
this morning i cough up

coffee grounds in medical terms blood
is the price no other sacrafice will do
dripping off that old would den cross save you

and i guess me 2 no leave the shoe
2 the monoply bush brothers crew
controling oil electricity oh didn't forget i new

the name slip i know lose lips and the ships
so i talk in phonic while building this beonic
man christ the shape shifting dragon atomic

Benu
IHS
fish
bread
son of man
king of kings
lion of judah
and etc. ... . .. .. . and on!

we're in the dark ages.
where human enlightenment is trapped.

i feel ya on this one.

the city streets
shoot city dreams
through painted scenes that mean
this is our city
brotherly hatred and love
rocky fought for the g-love

the trees hang over you in fairmount park
and the world is alright for one dream.

but for the rest of them...
keep dreaming... we're all so wrapped up in ourselves.

its hard to tell... until you look around.
social isolationists.

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat

actually we're in the end of a giant five thousand year old sun cycle
and at the dawn of a new age........

you might find that the awakening is just around the corner

love
me