The Renaissance will Not be Televised

The earth, just a twine ball--a marble in a sea of stars, floating there, smooth but still digging scars.

Consume it all, in a flash of wunderlust.

Here now, my brothers, sisters, children, ape brood.

Consume it all, in a flash of distrust.

As your world shifts, governments shake, and monetary systems fall...where will you be?

Be still, and reflect now.

--this is not an alarmist piece.

If you've yet to know your world is evolving,

Now you do.

Let's go--we'll all help each other through.

Replace the hate, smiling face to face without disgrace.

• There is no guilt

• There is no shame

• There is no ego

• To request 15 minutes of fame.

So step up to the stage of life,

And remove every soul blight.

Close your eyes, listen to your worries subside.

And face tomorrow, with love in your eyes.

Lie upon lie, upon lie, upon lie, upon lie....

'cause it all comes down to this!
That a pig is a pig is a pig is a pig.
And they want to rule the world, but they can't have me!

'cause I don't need this body!

I see the line traced back to my ancestors,
And I hold on tight to that line,
Which is before the fear induced religions that separated the world.
And the one world government, and the one world banking system.
Through the world bank that issued the monetary illusion of ownership,

And dealt it to the masses which caused a separation from that

knowledge....

That knowledge and that connection to each other and to the earth!

War : greed

Guilt : religion

Looking for that absolution? Why harbor such notion?

Are you not but a child of the stars?

Of a process, seen only from afar?

Now is not the time to rally and battle cry.

Now is not the time to prosecute your siblings.

But perhaps you admire this fate, clinging onto it like a security blanket.

A heroine, A deity
On Heroin, or vanity
To jack their personality
Beyond normal humanity.

A crowd of massed humanity,
Bow and worship diligently.
He’s built a loyal following
And they steer him thoroughly.

But jealous man plots from the pews,
No need for valid righteousness.
One slightly truthful word set free,
Will turn the tides quite easily.

Our accusations need not be,
What would bury mortal man.
The sins of our own deity,
are tiny, but on these we stand.

We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,

We throw stones- take a stand!

We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs. 

The Renaissance will not be televised live,

But in several permutations thereof.

Collectively communing, through fiber optics and neural pathways,

Rewriting knowledge and enabling new plays.

The Renaissance will not be televised,

For the time is it hand said medium dies.

Replaced now, with a new sound,

Or perhaps the fundamentals that are now suddenly profound.

So if you wish to propagate hate,

I submit to you you're too late.

You're drowning in a sea of sorrow,

(Especially if you believe that line above.)

Hesitantly approaching tomorrow.