We began in revolution that lead to rebellion
Sovereign state's ruled by whom almost irrelevant
Fear brought us together
It is a good story and you only need to take an interest
Why 360 degrees
Divisibility is flexibility base 10 we find 2 and 5
Base 60 2, 3 and 5 such a practicle place to begin
We looked beyond our 10 fingers then
Now it is all we see
Narcissistic arithmetic we fail to find use of
There is no end to our stories each there beyond expression
Turn 180 degrees
Multiply your advantage see where you are
Base course consistent determined transformed
The whiskey a currency thirteen thousand and one acquired
Their number not as relevant as the 500 they put down
A message sent still today this our freedom a newnest to the world
Still carries along oldness
Separation division poverty neon definition
We lost many old ways
Scarcity?
Ignorance
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
We Are Many
No one is all together for only are all of us an entirety
Feel like telling stories of things only passing along a way
I believe there are more universes for these stars pass that certain number
The last we can comprehend and they kow many we do not see in any way
For you and for me some are better we are one
Being right or wrong depends on your use of language
For me they take shapes
more than ever their meaning
I know there are more train stations that can be imagined for these souls pass that certain number
That last I somehow comprehend and seem to know best
For you and for me we are many
It is not a sad story only a real story
Seven billion ideas wondering around on their end
Feel like telling stories of things only passing along a way
I believe there are more universes for these stars pass that certain number
The last we can comprehend and they kow many we do not see in any way
For you and for me some are better we are one
Being right or wrong depends on your use of language
For me they take shapes
more than ever their meaning
I know there are more train stations that can be imagined for these souls pass that certain number
That last I somehow comprehend and seem to know best
For you and for me we are many
It is not a sad story only a real story
Seven billion ideas wondering around on their end
Sunday, January 13, 2013
eVerybody
All a part and in pieces nothing is together all is one
How is this that we see all small secrets that make us think see all
No one is all together for only are all of us in entirety
We are blind to and context and believe it all to be far away
you take over the creation of the very body you inhabit
Parallel to the dry streets it most likely isnt raining just beyond your logic
A different kind of geometry created by our very geology layering this existence
A natural phenomenon marked by gradual changes that lead toward a particular result
Jets fly at every magnitude of this universe
Design golden and repeated
Where I am from they have this stone called blue stone
The reason for some names no one really knows
Questions for most remain of purpose for me just the names I sometime doubt
We speak many languages and each takes their advantage of a time and a place and a geology
How many natural disasters could end this sentence
we haven't the imagination to count
Do you know what they called one hundred year floods before they had such names?
This can be understood as so much more of the past will be you see much like this future we race to
There are more answers in the past
They called them dragon
I see a small village of people looking for their neighbors
They can find nothing of them just sign of a great trumolt
In one of every thousand I am certain as this bones from the valley exposed
There was no answer and no one to give answer and the darkness settled in and they only had each other and the stars
These indifferent stars that saw we burn with the same materials
This has to be exceptional
The blue stone was far from this found all around
You see has this one flaw left exposed to the elements would rust
Layered at the bottom of the sea for the best sidewalks in the world
Planets rust why not stone blue stone the one most around
There was a stone called blue back at their home mostly around across an ocean opened up
So they called it the same one all around such a good name
Nothing of a story to that, but only one I know
Of my rusty Euclid Blue Stone most have little use
Only because we are many
How is this that we see all small secrets that make us think see all
No one is all together for only are all of us in entirety
We are blind to and context and believe it all to be far away
you take over the creation of the very body you inhabit
Parallel to the dry streets it most likely isnt raining just beyond your logic
A different kind of geometry created by our very geology layering this existence
A natural phenomenon marked by gradual changes that lead toward a particular result
Jets fly at every magnitude of this universe
Design golden and repeated
Where I am from they have this stone called blue stone
The reason for some names no one really knows
Questions for most remain of purpose for me just the names I sometime doubt
We speak many languages and each takes their advantage of a time and a place and a geology
How many natural disasters could end this sentence
we haven't the imagination to count
Do you know what they called one hundred year floods before they had such names?
This can be understood as so much more of the past will be you see much like this future we race to
There are more answers in the past
They called them dragon
I see a small village of people looking for their neighbors
They can find nothing of them just sign of a great trumolt
In one of every thousand I am certain as this bones from the valley exposed
There was no answer and no one to give answer and the darkness settled in and they only had each other and the stars
These indifferent stars that saw we burn with the same materials
This has to be exceptional
The blue stone was far from this found all around
You see has this one flaw left exposed to the elements would rust
Layered at the bottom of the sea for the best sidewalks in the world
Planets rust why not stone blue stone the one most around
There was a stone called blue back at their home mostly around across an ocean opened up
So they called it the same one all around such a good name
Nothing of a story to that, but only one I know
Of my rusty Euclid Blue Stone most have little use
Only because we are many
Red blossom sound was all that's around
what did you say was the right way
she smiled as she walked the entire stay
It was her tears that made this great bay
Did you ever hear the story of her majesty?
The names of the dates and deeds leather bound
Excluding a billion that were left around
One sad eclipsing story of this sound
Red blossom sound was all that I found
Her majesty loved the colors of this great bay
Transcend nothingness eternity each day
What did you say was the right pay
She smiled as she forgot the entire stay
It was her tears that no one could say
We all have heard the story of her majesty
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