Fifty percent

I've taken time, listened to your Debate
you really are masters of the irate
both sides appear wrong, hoodwinked, tricked, obsessed.
Ridicule each other, for your fundamentalist ideas.
Reductionist, religionist, scientist even a witch, Twist!
Brain seeks order from the wickedness of chaos.
seemingly random events of unfathomable, Galactical, magnitude
Paradoxical the truth, when all said, done
Null the truth, depends where you stand.
logic a tool to contain orderly fashion.
Explain me this, make order from abyss
The more you profess, the more mess.
Knowledge upon Knowledge from the very start
The system you both, try to describe
Can perpetually, eternally add to the lie.
The biggest con of logics proud heritage
Religious or heretic, scientist or layman, trick!
Depends which click you chose to join
Circular reasoning at logics most basic state.
on and off, one and two, creation.
So if it does, then who are you
to tell anyone they don’t have a clue!
None can be proven, observed or equated,
Listen to none of the above, saturated.
Dawkin and Shmuley, have the answers, not!
They can only detail part of the plot.
Two sides to logic, make it work
so what’s it worth, in the end?
Let’s not pretend to know the whole
it’s Fifty percent if any at all.
division sustaining the rise and the fall.
Logic must appeal to empirical zeal, real!
It really won’t cut the mustard, disgusted!
How can you even start to know?
That which is chaos, measured with logic
A fallacy I see! Inductive fallacy, deductive
two sides you see, to twirl reason.
nomenclature classification, hyperextension of divination, sublime obligation. So stop telling us what is right
Really don’t understand what's in plain sight!
You’d keep schtum if you really knew
you’d agree to disagree, accept opposites literally.

Volcano

Silicon valley in the sky
Glass raining down
Raging Tower inferno
Erupting Mantel
Plates are shifting
Echoes in the Hallow
Vibrations from within
Reeking havoc in its wake
Tower starting to shake
We needn't worry about this one.
It's big brother could be woken.
And mark my words that are spoken
If that one blows We're all in strife
Could turn out A very short life.
“Nature never did betray, the heart that loved her”
Earth is extremely angry
With what we have done
Hope we don’t hear
its full Fiery cries
A scream that could burn
Magnificent Magna Pouring through the Chamber
Bursting into daylight
Lava you become
Spewing your ash throughout your land
Showing your distain
Worlds had enough of playing our game.
We wish you piece Eyjafjallajokull
Rest gentle now Katla
Sleep for thousand years.
Byron implied when mount Tambora cried
Darkness falling from the light
It was the ash and not the night
The Biblical story did then fail
False prediction but fair in its tale
More a lesson to protect the pale
Light of life, life of nature, nature creator
Devine insight, trying to explain with words so blunt
Hidden message that’s good for the world
Gifts for your soul
Read between the lines
Extract what you need
Marvellous, moral discourse,
Its mine and yours! A common cause
The binding clause, a pale white horse.

Poor Yorick

Topic - Shakespeare's Hamlet/ December/ Saints/ Unity. Season's wishes to one and all :)



Alas’ poor Yorick, my dear fellow
You go on like a bellowed fire, Stronger with time.
Skull so round
When you lived, you jested around
Andre T. lost his head over you
Kurius some say
That fellow is you!
Martyred for your cause - I know that is true
Going under Patrick
Hiding, writing history
Brought back to London
Tower door shut upon you
You would never cow-tail
from where you stood
Even against the crown
You refused to sit down
Hung, drawn and quartered
Was your destiny
One of the forty Englanders
One of the free
Canonized for eternity saint of December
Remembered, not forgotten
For the work you have done.
Thank you for reminding us
To be as one.

Mix it up

I like to mix it up see
Just a little bit of anarchy
Not too much, but its part the recipe
Let me explain, I’ll dialectically dissect my intellect
I like comedy when I’m sad
I get down to upbeat music when I am down
I like sad poetry when I’m happy
I like dancing when I feel crappy
You see, I’m living my life, not someone else’s.
I’m not under any hypno - spell - sis.
I use my brain on a spiritual plane
I’m searching and mixing it up
I’m experiencing every reality
From one to another and back to the start
This is the Living Art!

Artists room

The artist room
Combining, Poetry, comedy, music, performing - arts.
Style – Topic Life, Freedom, Love, hate, irony
Subversive anti status quo for the sake of status quo
Pro - light, pro - individual and collective thought.
Pro - acceptance, pro - understanding, Pro - truth
The real sort, not the fake ass kind
Welcome to the artists room
Where everyone with words to say and actions to play
And rhythms to arrange into an array
Everyone says it’s where it’s at
These subsets of sub cultures of cultures
With individual, intellectual, the full spectral
The epiphany of many and all
View and play in this great hall.
The artists’ room feeds your mind with a silver spoon
If your offended easily then F*** off and don’t come.
You have been warned
You have the right to stay at home and do us all a favour.
We’re looking to show you the truth
We didn’t say it would be plain sailing
There’s storms followed by rainbows
Snow followed by sun
There are ups and downs
There are tears of recognition
There’s Laughter and tears of joy
It’s a roller coaster of universal magnitude
It’s polite and rude
Paradoxical and dead straight!
It’s happy and its irate
It’s the celebration of ones own individuality
Coming together with collective humanity
Its overcoming prejudice
Walls between groups
For those who are living and not Zombie dead.
Welcome to the artists room.

Learning

I’m still learning and will never stop
Not to day, what I once was
Not tomorrow what I’ll be today
changing, refining, sometimes going back.
Trying to move forward
but sometimes attached to the past.
Passionately observing data streams
of other peoples dreams
Working out my place in space
Searching for my temporal treasures
Pursuing that of Earthly leisure’s
Labouring for Worldly cures
Finding light in the dark
Enjoying simple pleasures.

Friends and family

Friends and family sitting down
Head of the household cutting the crown
Animated laughter all around
Ivory chattering to the beat
The children’s swaying feet
Adults minding what they say
Out come the platters and the boat
Senses evoked by the fragrant silky steam clouds
Cutlery and condiments now join the symphony
Of happy souls and places, time and faces, chinking to the beat
Fine conversing and chardonnay
Help this quartet play away
Now served, the room falls silent as delight ensues
With personal inside views
Senses dominating rule over language
Food is king for that moment before being devoured.
Slowly now as bellies fill
The rhythm of the beat, cranks skyward notch by notch.
Then winding down the clock
And now its time to leave
You wish you could take that beat and produce it on a white sleeve.
And when you’re gone
You try to play it back for as long as you can
until the memories fade.
Then you do it all over again
maybe in twelve months or even one.
You know it won’t be long
Before your home once more having fun.
Dancing to the beat
Rhythm everywhere as I take my seat.
Sitting at this table I feel complete.

Uncomfortable silence

Uncomfortable silence
Waiting in the wings
Uncontrollably loud
when it rears its head in a crowd.
Elusive, always threatening to appear
We seek it here and we seek it there
But still we can’t grasp it.
No net to catch, No magnet to attract
So we meander on
With hope that it won’t settle down
from its freedoms flight
And make dull our inner shining light
Don’t make the mistake of being, fake,
would be a start
Use humour and speak from the heart
Do this and I assure you the silence becomes bliss
Even if they do boo and hiss
Remember this
You are your soul’s only accomplice.

Man may come and go

Man may come and man may go
But the sun will remain
The skies maybe red and purple hue
In a time when the debt is due
And if in that moment we just go
And cease to come,
the planets spin will still be spun
and the tidal waves will march on.
Even when the people, have long gone
The strings still twang
But your parallel dimensions of proton light
Will have all of given up the fight.
Time to fix what we have done
It’s our only chance that man may come
And start to put things right.

Light Hackers

Where are the internet artists?
Where are the ones who started it?
Where are the warrior angel hackers?
Did they sell out?
Did they forget what it was all about?
Or are they hiding and continuing the work?
Did they hide a Trojan horse within a Trojan horse within the city of web? Did they hack it at the source?
Well of course! What did you expect?
These are people of intellect.
They’re the sane in the game.
Those who created the cyber are made of moral fibre.
The money they earn is enough to sustain them
Don’t let the power go to their head
The angel hackers,
Training more young light crackers
To fight the good fight.
Freedom fighting is always right.
These are the things that make you bright.
Now shine in all your roles
Be weary of controls
Make sure they’re good for human souls.
Domain dot world
Domain dot light
Domain dot doing, what is right.

Theorists

Conspiracy theorists everywhere
Some them paranoid
Some of them scared
A few with an agenda
Leading to the crescendo
Spewing their thoughts all over
Entertainment for the masses
Looking through smeared glasses
Taking you back to an animal state
Trying to break what we built, that was great
Take back your mind before it’s too late
Align yourself with all that is good
Conspiracy theorists that’s you understood
You could die a thousand times per night
If you watch and take on board this hype.
Paralysed by fear, caused by what you hear.
Surely now this will make things clear.
Live in the now
Not yesterday or tomorrow
I guarantee you will avoid all the sorrow.

Loyalty

Loyalty is such a strange word
With a stranger meaning that’s easily swerved
It’s arranged by columns
Pillars built upon pillars
There’s a standard at work didn’t you know?
For some, this standard starts and finishes with one
For others it’s a country or a company
A club or Society
A group of friends or just your family
Hardly a mention of collective humanity
Oh the calamity of loyalties Tragedy
Especially when the pressure is steeped upon
The pillars crack and loyalty is gone
When loyalty ceases to exist
Then who is left for us to rely on
Who will pick up the pieces?
Who will save this species?
Who I ask is loyal to me?
Loyalty is as important as can be
When it’s applied to all of humanity
This is the thing that will bring you sanity
This sanity is not mere vanity
This thing will set you free.

Black clouds

Dark black clouds on a summer’s day
No apparent reason, why you would feel this way
Other dimensions of vacuum filled emptiness
as they seem to plague.
Unable to shift to a higher dimension
Have the knowledge but suppress the apprehension
Pushed it all to the back of the mind
Made the reality, really blind
Seeking to find the happy and kind - Failing miserably
Sensitive like silk to the touch
All this bull dust seems too much
Apprehensions bring with it a hurricane
Facing this storm can make you feel insane
So up comes the block in your brain
offering shelter from the rain.
Just dark black clouds now on a sunny day
Sometimes the dark cast is so black and vast
You wish it would be your very last
And so you start searching for hurricanes
Trying to find the door
You wish you could enter
this storms epicentre
Rather than face
another summers day and its agenda.

Extreme pressure

Extreme pressure ready to implode
Every muscle in tensed mode
Heavy weight pulling down
Pushing up and outwardly bound
It won’t release without releasing the beast.
Does one want to go there?
As but not one problem be solved
And ten more be created
So on it courses through your brain
A storm cloud full of rain, marks you out
You know of the law of attraction
But still you can’t right your reaction
Tired, red, sleepy eyes that cant bare the lies
Blood vessel pop!
A self critic you become
by all accounts, not a very fair one.
Stopped in your tracks
Fallen on your own sword,
without giving yourself a chance.
Formless and free means you can be what you like
You fit into any criteria type.
Perfectionist with a carefree twist
But still you wear that pressure suit
Asphyxiated by its grip
Implode, explode and reload
Then do it all over again.

Noxious clouds

Hells paradise, noxious clouds forming colours bright
If only man could survive this sight.
Beautiful colours of noxious gas
Eventually clearing as the years pass
to late though for all of us.
Who where the ones, who told us not to fuss?
Bring them here, show them what did happen to them.
Let them weep into the bloodied waters of hells paradise.
A place where beauty still exists
But man cannot live nor witness.
Oh the tragedy of hells Paradise.

Fruitless favour

The god of wealth
Inflationary stealth
Never mind humanities health
Alter, Holt-a
Ego nourishment
Give to receive they do believe
Twisted logic, altered state
Charity is the lesson so great
Circular system with good intent
Like robin and his merriment
No dissent, nor upset
These are the things we choose to forget.
Fruitless favour is seen as a failure
Moral cause is mine and yours
Play the game, do it right.
Then humanity will remain in sight.

Equally

Right and wrong exist equally
in logics land.
The heart not head should control the hand
Intuition is the guiding light
Intuition, decides what’s right.
Conscious thought is what should be taught
Mathematics sought
Sold and bought
It really is a biased court.
Can’t even explain what naught is!
Naught is consciences thought, not yours to select.
I reject logics lands completely
It fits together all too neatly.

Times hidden agenda

Times hidden agenda
Time stands still
It uses logic to make ends meet
Forced to travel, so travel it will
Travel both ways faster than light
Appears to be moving but is stuck tight.
In this state happy it will be
So if I reverse it
See the future now.
Make the clock turn backwards
Or start the calendar
Time wont care,
because time stands still,
with every revolution.

Time

Time creates beauty
Time kills beauty.
Its a beautiful cycle of events
The Bloom may die, but flowers live on.
Man may destroy, nature will repair.
With the passage of time
The system adapts.
The answers come fourth.
The compass stays fixed on north.
And if that polar shifts
Time runs backwards
And still time kills beauty
And still, time creates beauty.

Lark

I play with the light
I play with the dark.
I sing bird songs to the lark
I am jagged and round.
thorny and smooth.
sweet like a sugar cube.
I am here and there.
I am everywhere and nowhere.
I am on and off.
Ion, Ioff, Ionasphere, I am on a sphere!
I am free.
I am illogical.
I am I and I is me.

Genius

Genius cannot be controlled
It just ebbs and flows like twisting cyclones,
coursing through brains, supersonic highways.
Unreachable by will alone,
evoked only when inspired.
Often by, most insignificant of things,
other times by such lofty ideas.
Spirit plane, mirrored horizon
Key to past souls,
a library full of lifetimes.
Can’t explain what, how, or who
Can’t comprehend, still it guides in its grace
the Genius that resides inside that place.
Temple’s gate helps contemplate.
empty vessel, without this illusive light.
unknown identity, thing of existence.
Man and his mind, minus time.

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Summer bloom

Fairy land

Take me to a fairy land,
Where no debt of man is due.
Take me to a far away land,
Where the hills are Cerulean blue;
And the sky has crystal chandeliers;
With a sea of Golden feathers.
Take me to this fair land,
Where no ill or pain can be found.
Take me to a place
Where these notions are profound.
Whisk me off, as soon as you can;
Let me craft a map and publish it for all.
Give them a chance;
Let them preview what I saw.
Please take me to a fairy land;
Wishing away my life like quicksand,
Loosely griped in hand.
Take me to a fairer land;
Where I make no apology.
Let me set myself free;
As I sit in the shade of a deep violet palm tree.
This world is mine and always will be.
No red exists here;
Just tranquil sounds and flowing forms;
No raging storms;
Just gentle spawns growing yellow lawns.
No lamp black clouds to feed our crops;
Pristine white and showering light, in fairyland.
Purple hearts of loving folk.
Peaceful Minds throughout.
Oh, how I’d grip that hand.
I’d build a box to catch that sand.
Please take me to a fairer land.
Please take me to where I belong.
Please take me to land of joy and song;
Where everything is right;
And the word wrong, doesn’t exist.
Where every childs belly is blessed with food.
A place where there’s never a sombre mood.
No ways to pay, just in peace and in play.
And when I get here, then here I’ll stay;
living my life in fairyland.

Hemlock

In point of view
Hemlock spur does allure
When death be the only cure
In fractural Worlds I prefer to stay
Least until the actual day

Death to my visionary World
On my soul – will not decay
In waves of timeless, formless, flows
Ever floating in vacuous abundance.

Gadfly lives on there
The Oracle too, does stay
Where illness never does betray
Where freedom is a real-world-play

Offerings that do live on
Did Apollo’s son,
Receive his feathered one?

Panacea for everyone.
It may well be true,
but my final view -
I know that I know nothing!

Fallacy of fallacies

Petitio principii.
Beg the question!
All things come to an end?
Not-so-true!
Circulus vitiosus - in your logic of division,
derision, and ultimately, supposition.
The whole was created: Circulus vitiosus.
So, then do pray - tell me one day
how ends could betray, when joined as one?
I'll not be found begging!
You, who says, all things come to an end,
are welcome to my crumbs my friend.
I'll not pretend to accept the premise,
but don't dismiss, that my remiss,
is altogether pointless.
Epistemological and dialectical force
is the cause, the fallacy laws, not the cures.
Begging based on beggars knowledge.
the blind leading the blind.
Throughout the ages, from time to time
the true knowledge is divine, sublime
as I hinted in this rhyme.
Premise based on, focused attention
of many a soul, from past to present.
Randomness bent, to the will of mans mind.
Now, I’ll leave that fallacy of fallacies behind.

Light and dark

Light can be dark?
If light can be dark,
Then can dark be light?
So what you think to be right,
may contain some dark.
Will what you think is wrong,
Contain some light?

Hiding

Have you ever tried to hide your thoughts?
so that your thoughts won’t have to see.
And your other mind nagging to be set free
When you know you should let your other mind listen?
take a lesson from that initial thought
It’s almost always right!
Have you ever tried to hide your thoughts?
from another of close bond?
But your other thoughts, want to respond!
Why not let them?
Have you ever been in a room of people,
all hiding thoughts from each other?
And individual’s thoughts
are hiding from themselves?
Turn about, before being devoured,
by that disease,
of a mind that just agrees
with everything that it see’s!
Or find a mind of similar design,
refined, sublime and painfully honest.

Empathy

Empathy
Skin stretched to limiting degrees
Tear, rip and split
Opened like a zip
Mask by mask
Bit by bit
Ego letting go of its grip
Mind starting to stir and trip
Painfully processing,
Pupa emerging, from silken cocoon
Worthy though - the trauma
As beauty born its crown
Flapped its wings on all good things
Spread its joy throughout the land
Ego left behind
Banished from the mind’s
Virtue in its place
Sublime, bewitching, fascinatingly exquisite,
Metaphorical meme
that beautiful butterfly in the wind.

Secret is the clue

Ordered by pensive say
From the past unto the present day
Divided lay in dismay
Calamity prey
The gold of alchemy
Is knowledge fore told
The eye of creation,
where it is to be found
Not in heaven not in the ground
Twisted around
Until it is something new
The secret is the clue
This includes mu, me, and you too
Make your gold with supreme splendour
Render the matter, surrealist patter
Anarchist no matter
Be both lender and spender
Appreciate that your part of it all
Participate, follow your call
Contribute your share
of gold forging ingots.

Lardy dar

I’m a normal bloke,
Not a yah lardy - dar
I um, and argh.
I see people, for who they are,
Whether they’re in a Bentley car,
or banged up nail that won’t go far.
I see twiddle dumb and twiddle Dee,
I treat them both equally.
Bill and Ben and their sister too,
Judge not you, and judge not me,
We all belong to the same tree.
Treat me fairly, as I treat thee,
Then we can co-exist, happily.

Bliss

Skill of creation has to be earned,
Can’t be bought and must be learnt,
Rhymes they do come easy to me,
Without practice, I just have the Chi.
The Zen, but then, trying creation of another sort,
makes me rigid and full of thought.
Painting a picture, singing a song,
learning the bits, as I go along.
Making the order, hard as can be,
Why does this not come naturally?
Words my gift to all, passing moments,
then they fall, words mean nothing to me.
Lost in that moment, a value of none
Did I learn the bits, to get this poem done.
Conclusion – it’s all about the journey
and the journey being fun. Spreading glee for eternity
Let the glee run free, let it run;
negative for negativity charge.
Positive for a positive spark,
Out of the dark, and into the abyss
Hopefully creating, bliss for bliss.

Never a reject

Create for the good and make it great
Design based on perfect shape.
Be all things to all great people,
This is how to climb your steeple.
Finish a project, make a splendid object.
Useful to all, never a reject,
Follow the rules to help you select.
Create for light, spread your rays,
Making the impossible, possibly so,
helping everyone’s gardens to grow.
This is the knowledge, I would like to bestow.

Performance

The perfumer in the perfumery parlour,
Performing his perfuming.
Creating and chasing,
Mixing and stirring,
Pouring and whirling,
Until that thing has been found.
From up in a tree, from down in the ground,
The perfumer picking and plucking,
Jumping and ducking.
chasing not displacing the harmony.
the perfect perfumer performing for glee.
The peaceful performance of the free.

Square deal

Computer made for the people,
Did it trap them like sheeple?
Guardian network never broke,
Viruses thrashed out by our toil.
The carrot and the holly,
the olive branch and the honey.
Go down the wrong route
or up and around the wrong knot.
Thinking others will not spot, will get you holly,
So when you’re reaching to grab some honey,
Think a while not about the money.
Is the deal fair and square?
Are the scales calibrated so?
Blind faith is a no go.
Doesn’t matter how good the show,
Remember this, the worlds full of bliss,
If only we would make it so.

Plumb-bob

Quantum computer? someone said.
Another replied with fear in her eyes:
What About the bad guys in disguise?
A knot! A knot! in a spherical mirror.
The answer back did cry:
Where? When? How? And why?
Someone replied that’s not my job;
I’m only working with a plumb-bob.
An initial spark in a room full of dark.
One idea shared: creators to embark.

Outer space

Gone on a mission to outer space,
Went out of my mind to visit this place,
To play this game I used my ACE.
Started to trace back, in my Hippocampus,
Pineal gland of the grand Ozymandias
See monster, horse, Cornu Ammonis
Click-click-adder-click, switching back and forth,
Switching bewitching, switching to and thro’,
Now if I jam that switch off, off I will go.
But if I jam that switch on, a rainbow I become.
If I jam that switch on, the brighter I can be.
Just pure waves of sunlight, is what does happen to me.
No body, no soul, as they’re sealed complete,
engulfing the whole, whilst being devoured by one.
body more dense, mind is the brightest sense,
From up here I feel alright.
Positive brain full of light.

Fun

Are we not artificial intelligence?
Were we not created?
Are we not controlled?
Is this not an image?
That my eyes did behold.
Coming through my mind,
Then setting us free.
Created in the cosmos,
Then directed through me.
Is this the picture I choose to see?
Or is this the movie that I am in.
just viewing, through my character part.
In real time from the start,
Virtual 3D land, is my mind in my hand.
Am I eternal once this game is done?
Am I the player letting my destiny run?
What’s the point in life if you can’t have fun.

Grail

Holy Grail, challis it is not.
In the chalice it maybe,
Try and drink it then you’ll see.
No time to dance,
No time to frolic,
Time was set in the body clock.
Future to tell to make them well,
To ensure the beat goes on.
And make the future strong.
Everything has already happened,
Now it’s being played out.
This doesn’t mean the futures gone,
It means you have to turn it on.
Create a wave to help them save the planet, and all within it.
The wave you send will help to bend.
A jagged end and until the ends have made a mends,
Your job is never done.

Nothing matters

Are thine eyes not windows to thy soul.
Do thine eyes not see sadness?
or do my eyes choose gladness?
Does nothing really matter to me?
If that were true, then where would I be?
Cocooned safe and sound
in an oak tree.
Conjured up an image, that set me free.

Parted land

Now take from this parted land,
a sense of fulfilment in your hand.
disjointed in your content,
levelled by every element.
Guardian of the spoil,
Decider of your fate,
These are the things to celebrate.
These are the things that make you great

Virtual

Virtual we’re real don’t you know?
We can gather together and grow,
Grow ideas that can shake the world,
For those who fought for a freedom won,
So you can enjoy having fun.
Turning in their graves,
It was you they tried to save,
It’s up to you to organise a new,
Start generating waves.

Flowers

Where have all the flowers gone?
Where are those bright petals?
Where have all the flowers gone?
The pollen falls to the ground,
And the seeds do then grow.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Cocooned in a spider web,
Spider of safety,
Spider of security,
Spider of selfishness
The flowers are acting like a fly.
Spider web and magnet too,
Don’t forget what inspired you,
to cure the world of its selfish intent.
I think you know what is meant

Pebbles

Rebels are pebbles picked up on the shore,
Pebbles bought and pebbles sold
Means half the story is ever told.
The masses of waves
Wash’s over the slaves
From the systems sea, to set they free.
The pebbles do become round,
And silently without a sound,
Justice helps them to be found.

Hackerdemic

Hackademic is demon free,
Hackademic has style you’ll see.
Hacka cracker cracked you
Hacka epi
Akcah demic
Hacker cracker it’s DEM – I – C.
Hacker demic ace
Welcome to my place

Add one

Free market; free? A zero it would be!
All aloud to have their view
Then what would we do?
Do we say? “Oh no - what have we done”
We should have added number one.

Regulation

Independent regulation
Independent rule
Independent un-dependent
Dependent in a pendulum will make it fall
Free regulation
Regulation frees you all.

Society judge

Not all circles are good and grand
Instinct helps you understand
Society will be your judge
So decide well what you choose
and by society you will be lifted
Heal the rifted and praise the gifted
Aspirations are abound.

Rebel Rouser

Now I’m a rebel rouser
A rebel I will be
I’m a rebel rouser
Cause a rebel lives in me
Shocking waves from out my mind
Have there effect over time
I’m a rebel rouser
A rouser I will be
And in my rebel rousing
I’ll help to set you free.

NWO

New world order was a freedom fighter phrase
Order world new is what it is these days
So I’m calling for a stage
One where you will stand
and air your outrage.
Young freedom fighters
A choice you do have.
Equal balance is your weapon
Use it when you can.
Your armoury, will be your knowledge
People will be your power
And before you’re done, you and I,
will have our own hour.