Village Idiot Publishing (C) 20000 Diary of a Spirit
A PSEUDO LIFE
The light that wisdom gives,
What is it really worth.
The perversions of nature testify,
That wisdom is trifling;
And yet the standards that are held,
Are sought by one and all,
And seen as mandates,
For expedience.
How easily can wisdom,
Be made into ignorance,
When it profits a few,
And their right rule.
A slave is a slave,
And a beast is a beast,
But neither will summit to the role.
But careful consideration,
Of a life of splendor,
Will persuade one, to alter the truth.
Then a slave is no longer a slave,
Or a beast a beast,
But a tool to accomplish a goal.
his thing they call divinity,
A title borrowed by some.
It can bring prestige,
And a free ride to the top,
But there is no reward,
For those, who seek truth.
For truth is shallow,
In this day and time,
And yet it's honored as the only way.
The way to success,
The way to be free,
The way to just, Get along.
But the rebellious heart,
Is labeled a fraud,
And the truth that it bears;
A lie. So who is to say,
That the truth is really truth,
Or a rebel a rouge, and not a saint.
Is it all for a dollar,
And the right to succeed,
To maintain a position of strength?
Will a quest for understanding,
Overrule blind faith,
And dare to condemn what is known.
Or will we dare,
To accept whatever comes our way,
like a hungered dog, gnawing at a bone.
The subtlety of deception,
Has served to make a path,
For the rulers of the world, to make their way.
But are we so far away,
From a time of chivalry,
Or is man simply conditioned for the worst.
A generation born, Absent of the past,
And the miseries that their parents had to bear.
And yet they know their histories,
And all the crucial fact;
But it never coincides,