What’s the difference between empathy or play.<\/p>\n
We play with emotions,
\nWe play with the sounds,
\nalleviating all others,
\nwills with our mouths.<\/p>\n
Our opinion is certainly,
\nsomething we have.
\nBut to share it instantly,
\nIs just too alpha man.<\/p>\n
Someone who thinks,
\nafter they feel.
\nMight get a chance,
\nto make right their real.<\/p>\n
Since many a word,
\nare under the stress.
\nOf working out which one,
\ndouble meanings suppressed.<\/p>\n
I’d wholeheartedly agree,
\nwith sympathy in mind.
\nBut empathy sucks,
\nare just attempts at being kind.<\/p>\n
Only serve to fuel,
\nmy resolve at last.
\nThat your making a game,
\nswirling up all the past.<\/p>\n
But we all know,
\nthe futures in mind.
\nTo enjoy to moment,
\nand better learn to be kind.<\/p>\n
So what the world needs now,
\nis real anti-Christ.
\nI think were ready,
\nI think we’d watch twice.<\/p>\n
Tell people,
\nto remove their heads.
\nFrom their arseholed entrails.
\nToo bad if their deads.<\/p>\n
Let the people know,
\nwe don’t give a shit.
\nThey can poo through a needle,
\nfor weve I’ve been hit.<\/p>\n
Want to wear your heart on sleeve?
\nnot develop your own – sets of reprieves.
\nWe did it for women,
\nnow roll up your sleive.<\/p>\n
We did it for slaves,
\nWe did it for pirates.
\nWe did it for aliens,
\nEven for Pontius Pilot.<\/p>\n
Oy vay,
\nmy God,
\nHow small is that,
\nthe world we live in – some people call flat.<\/p>\n
How quick,
\nit works,
\nIt’s out of control,
\nunless your a god in his little own world.<\/p>\n
A little space,
\na little time,
\nA little effort,
\nput into a rhyme.<\/p>\n
Its only a formula,
\nrooted in time.
\nThat’ll appeal to some,
\nothers think it a crime.<\/p>\n
You might think,
\nleft wing of me.
\nBut right’s been my,
\nwhole history.<\/p>\n
Eventually,
\nyou swing full bout,
\nHaving reversing around,
\nIn your confused and doubt.<\/p>\n
But eventually,
\nyou’ll see the truth.
\nAs stark and honest,
\nand a sore old tooth.<\/p>\n
And see – how all,
\nis connected to thee.
\nThrough words and actions,
\nsome make us see.<\/p>\n
Entrenched in reason,
\nThey’ll say is true.
\nBut unless you’ve gone right back,
\nThere’s only a few.<\/p>\n
For a millions years,
\nwe’ve been under development.
\nHeading to a time,
\nwhere your heads been enveloped.<\/p>\n
The banging and crashing,
\nThe sighs and the drawls.
\nThe head heading down,
\nto checkout the floors.<\/p>\n
But to be perfectly honest,
\nI do a disservice.
\nI write and prepare,
\ninstead meditate in earnest.<\/p>\n
..<\/p>\n
A kookaburra
\nwoke me up,
\nthe sound of a mirth,
\nreminds me of a A.<\/p>\n