A healthy Outlook on life pt (1/3)

Rhymes ruminating strong morals

hada long distance travelled, many more to defeat
but nothing like the stretch of my smile
nor the burn in my feet
lettin minds make wings
and the heart makes the beat
relevance unraveled, revelation repeat

and as you walk
people try to impede your will, 
just remember 
that staying still makes youuu a little bit ill

but with wind in my wings,
ill just keep moving,
hopefully they'll know exactly how it feels
to be free, nothing to stop me, slope at my wheels,
got the earth at my feet and the wind at my heel

nothing more then the motion that freedom exists within a perpetual notion
notably some would free the idea that this may be the only way to see though ur not one person, your many, at least two or three, so you need to learn to just be,
let the life fly out, grip hard, slide round and and fkn scream,

this wind, i can fly

but it sounds a bit tricky so people never try.
its such a sad thing too, a thought brought to you,
by all the dudes sellin you that s**t you bought, 
with that money that taught just to lie and contort,
to use one another, to take pieces of plastic over the love of a brother
to feel attached to a thing that cannot feel nor mother 
it cant even breathe and it sits above the importance of others,

(over a pa system effect)
social implication
today on the menu today we have . .

sickening, when did this s**t begin, 
was it when we . . lost wars? made them? took lives and paid them?
lives comprised of such beauty and talent 
to be smashed into dust and made not apparent 
to be taken from home and made 
into a parrot, I'm just here to repeat you, 
but I'm breaking the habit!
(parrot shriek)

such a sad occurrence unfurled, when you take life for granted, and never experience the world

and that's the freedom, to not need em nor want it, 
to have an existence with persistence with no greed and not flaunt it, 
to not have a need to rub what I have into another persons face, 
and feel pleased 'oh coz I bought it'
they don't even realise their not moving, their just taking up space

just because you've had to fill your world with so much fake
you've developed a taste, to have to fill your being 
with so much consume just to make your life bearable.
its all just a waste, its about making your life whole so pick up the pace...
otherwise your just taking up room, your wasting your place

so we walk on...

keep a battle plan but don't abuse it, especially when there's no need to use it.
things will just happen, there's no need to confuse bits
just keep your talk on, communicate, branch out, re-illuminate
while awake, keep your mind in a conscious state, back pack with in an arms reach, if things start to die,
rejuvenate

march on

hard times, brought hard, by bags full of a fools disregard, really doesn't matter whether stupid or smart
all just looking through the same looking glass, hahaaaa....oh my god, where do we start, much sought after, 
pretty colours used for more then just the art, without eyes, nothing is taught
blind sighted, to a common misconception, here's a concept, perception,
my sight inception, nothing more then use of the senses, human beings just seem so relentless,
taking lives, and then making them endless ?
that's not life not even one so small, a life has a beginning a middle and fall, otherwise that's not really life at all,
just relentless extensions of a existence spent in endless retention

Author's Note

you kinda gotta sing it to fully find the flow/groove/tempo :)

Reviews

[Onlyme]

I love the continuation of flow and speed as well as speak used inside this nice rounded articulate poem. With an upbeat spirit and feel to it.

[Simbles]

thank you for taking the time to read it
:)