Thanks for the long way

The wealthy soul
Full of vigor and reach
clasping at the beautiful vibrations of abundance
touched by a blessing

Amazing belief keeps feeding me
even when i see myself poor and broken
it lifts me and points me in the right direction
It feeds me and quenches my thirst
when parts of these hard roads lead into long deserts

The other side of which present lush forests
with villages where feasts and laughter come every time
night falls
and smiles are pushed across faces like the river flows
There is always something left for me

What kind of thank you shall I throw or spend
what kind of gratitude can I give forever, not lend.

Goals toward heaven

One step up

a structure forms under the ambition

hard enough for heaven's voice not to fall

A hand is not a tool but a life

An avenue to prosperity

Higher point in life 

Question your existance

Does god have your back?

Your greatest hope

urging you to plant something today

One step toward where you will already be

the portrait painted over the draught

with colors you got obsessed with over time

Distraction manufactures an eye off the ball effect

You put yourself on the field

You invent the sport

fall in love with the rules

and realize it's not the game you dreamed it would be

you conquered so much

Yet no one else knew you were playing

 

Desire, faith and the spoken word

A great wish fulfilled
unexpected surprise
wishing and abandoning concern
getting the outcome even through a twist of fate

A little wish that shines with special glint
and the silent listener is there to soak it up
to push it an inch closer to reality
To let it breathe in sunlight

so that the idea might have a life of itself one day
Wake at dawn a clean blue sky, desire in my hand
One bolt of lightening joining June and July
melting our south winter

coated in the brilliance of the dry sun
Faith that the month of cesar will spark abundance
one that moves emotion and much wealth this way
I throw the doubts back into the ditches

For where does fear come from but a ditch
and brilliance from a clear sky?

Aimlessness contributions

Neighbors abandoned their estates
Paramilitary on the move
submachine guns at the ready
Early winter grimaces as they hunted us down

But over the stone wall and into the subtropical forest
where maniacs hid and invented insane gadgets
Sending out videos before the dropships locate them
Life's a dangerous hobby

Everyone making aimless contributions
to a colorful blend of confusion

1st century Pseudo Nationalism

The extremism of the 1st century
Grand leaders boiling up schemes
To grasp the indifferent populations
great personalization, great separation

Everyone has a voice
a voice engineered
by the electronic trumpet
of social media machines

Extremism screaming over the internet
versus frivolous issues about pets
Authoritarian Ai systems muddle
versus designer clothes for poodles

The decade of subtle manipulation
tweeking the consumer into fashions
as if it were itself a machine to conquer
an airconditioner of favorable temperatures

Until my friend you are little more than a well informed battery
powering the software and maintaining the hardware
while a fringe idealogy comes in to harness it
And kill your freedom for a decade or so

Pre-Napoleon ambition

The conflict is a basket
others talk about greedily
as if some kind of hidden banquet
Yet to be devoured in glee

Not one terrible word will you speak
If it is peace that you seek
And the gossip leaks
won't that make you a target?

Now a musket blast could burst a barrel
cracking it down the shaft
A sharp last resort could still spurn regret
A well thrown rifle weight behind bayonette

Some war off the horizon
flashes that can be seen
yet shrapnel too far to be felt
explosions could be heard
yet the heat is still miles away

You pick up the basket
handcuffed in denial
yet free to draw blade
Some vein makes it way from the distant hills
and offers itself up to be cut

Hungry for the blood
seduced by the basket
you seek peace thick and thin
The steel divides skin
it's you in the mirror

That peace misplaced
harmony defaced
It's a word inside the blood letter
Last resort clinging to the musket
Rusty steel passionate bayonette

The silver soul of a winner

Test the winner
plan b, plan b
contingency
magic touch

Strategy lives in you
Horny for tactics
Itchy for the dramatic
pushing reactions

like business babies out of the corporate sunset vagina

I'm hungry with a blood stained knife
Test the competition
build the apparatus of fear
The office melts your silver soul

leaving drops of it across the electric carpet
minimizing the friction
That tests the winner
when plan b fails
And the contingency is aborted
like a drunken violent christmas

pouring the cement of regret and subtle steel frames of emotional blackmail
pushing reactions
squeezing the apparatus

like drugs onto millenium limit babies
using them to deal with fear
as the soul goes from color to silver
The medals fall off that disgrace of a winner

Leaving circular metallic objects
to soak up the last drops of silver soul's residue