whatareyouthinking

At times we find our lamps burned out before we face the day
As our rose-colored glasses turn to wearing shades of gray
The mourning news to confuse our views to choose dismay
Changing channels as our world turns heads spinning away

We see no way to change the way it is or way we think we feel
Hearts weighed down with pounds of sorrow beat for an ideal
Our souls burn for a spark of hope or peace of something Real
From the ashes emerge a kindled fire with flame of mass appeal

Search the ends of the earth
For the end of the world
But the present’s a gift
Should we seek Life today
For what is the worth
Of the dogma we hurled
If by paradigm-shift
We let love slip away?

In the end it will end
And no men know when
Though between now and then-
Apocalypse Again

As we allay our minds to sleep we fill the void with conspiracy
Senses purged we merge to urge all sing our dirge to history
On senseless wings our visions fly to feign foes’ fatal destiny
A mistake to place escape in place of our stake in eternity?

Wise guys enthrall with know-it-all, the wise guise turns to glower
Profits rise and Prophets fall with milk and honey turning sour
Roads to good intents recall the slippery slope of wanting power
To calculate the day and hour but not the cost to build the tower

Search the ends of the earth
For the end of the world
But the present’s a gift
Should we seek Life today
For what is the worth
Of the dogma we hurled
If by paradigm-shift
We let love slip away?

In the end it will end
And no men know when
Though between now and then-
Apocalypse Again

Day far or nigh let our lights shine on through the End of Time
Pray to raise the shades of gray that veil windows to the Sublime
New views infuse the hues, renews; to let the Good News chime
Channels changing world engaging hearts primed for the Climb

© 2004 J. “Y3K Ready” Marshall  (Completed August 21, 2004 @ 7:00 AM)

Activate autopilot life
Push some buttons begin the day
Lunch is packed, the kids in a box
The State Sitter is on its way

Just heat and eat the coldness
Just add water for frozen tears
Mixed feelings, packaged memories
A dash of light for leftover years

Microwave Mama, do you know my plea?
From your room monitor, can you hear me?
And feel my pain, from closed circuit TV?
Saved by the bell; depress, release,
…and set me free!

We live for the future, wasting the day
We live for the future, wasting away

Microwaved Manna from Heaven
Just to get back what is dew
A mustard seed bathed in leaven
And bred for a starving few

Scrubbed the kids with your soapbox
With abrasive brush they shine on you
Foam out your mouth, a rapid rebuke
But what else could you do?

Microwave Mama, do you know my plea?
From your room monitor, can you hear me?
And feel my pain, from closed circuit TV?
Saved by the bell; depress, release,
…and set me free!

We live for the future, wasting the day
We live for the future, wasting away

Fly with disguise of freedom
Through the airs of gladness
In the midst of mainstream winds
The friendly guise of madness

Microwave Mama, do you know my plea?
From your room monitor, can you hear me?
And feel my pain, from closed circuit TV?
Saved by the bell; depress, release,
…and set me free!

We live for the future, wasting the day
We live for the future, wasting away

Remembering a day when you would see
The beauty of the sea a tree and waves of green
The fields of dreams exchanged for the reality
Of hopes of scenes from screen to shining screen…

© 2004 J. “Radiate Love Not Food” Marshall (August 9, 2004 @ 5:45 AM)

Streams of consciousness overflow
From mourning due our sorrows grow
Our hearts turn numb without a cause
And spirits dumb with lives on pause
As countdowns of politicking clocks
Locks the box that stocks the flocks

But the second hand within our grasp
The time has come to kill the asp
Lose the chains and loose the clasp
Inhale new life from lifeless gasp

We all want a Second Wind
Breath of fresh air
New spirit within
We all need a Second Wind
Air of freedom
Free from sin

From sinking sand we reach for sky
Needles of vengeance bleed mercy dry
Our hearts will pump the blood it draws
As we seek to blot our brother’s flaws
In vain our quest turns toward ourselves
Into our faults our psyche delves

But the second hand within our grasp
The time has come to kill the asp
Lose the chains and loose the clasp
Inhale new life from lifeless gasp

We all want a Second Wind
Breath of fresh air
New spirit within
We all need a Second Wind
Air of freedom
Free from sin

When our eye is dark from a worldview
That sees no future just judgment due
And the light within the rain burns out
Through warning tears pouring doubt
Thy kingdom calls for all to hear it
When it reigns its poor are rich in spirit

But the second hand within our grasp
The time has come to kill the asp
Lose the chains and loose the clasp
Inhale new life from lifeless gasp

We all want a Second Wind
Breath of fresh air
New spirit within
We all need a Second Wind
Airing freedom
Free from sin

© 2004 J. “Xakk” Marshall (August 6, 2004 @ 5:15 PM)