Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Next
There is only next.
Right now. There is only next.
Forget the previous.
Not forever, just for now.
What happens next?
After the rain comes the sun with a rainbow.
What is after, what is next?
Because there is only next.
What's next, after the frost?
It's not
What's to precede, before the frost?
No one cares about before,
Seldom do they care
About the cold night of silence
That came about earlier than the frost,
But people wonder
What's next with the weather?
People are concerned about
What's next with the war,
Or what's next with the AIDS population.
What's next for that homeless man,
As he lays on the frigid pavement,
What's next when he wakes up in the morning
And has no place to be?
Or does he wake up at all?
What's next when you give that hungry child
Only a dollar for lunch?
What happens next
When you shove those insults in my face?
Same thing that happens next when
You err with those lies.
Next is usually tears.
What's next when that rose blooms?
Will you cut it, let it grow in a vase?
Or will you let it wilt in the sun?
What's next
When them crows and dogs
Get into the garbage?
Who's next to battle growing responsibility?
Who's next to speak up for the stolen land
Of the real Americans, the Native Americans?
What's next for that tree that
Falls in the forest, that no one hears
Except for the logger who murdered it?
Is that your next piece of paper?
Or part of a vandalized park bench?
What's next when there are no more trees
Because you opted to kill them all?
How will your future generations breathe?
What happens next
When you wish to see more clearly
The other world?
Who's next to mess up our country?
Who's next to say we can't do this or can't do that?
Who's next to deny us our god-given rights?
Who's next to judge or be judged?
Where's the next turn from here?
Who's the next person to
Misconstrue the words of a true genius?
What's next for that kid in high school,
The odd one, the loner,
Ya know, the one you teased,
The one who's life your fouled up with trickery,
What's next for that kid?
Prison? Loneliness? An early suicidal grave?
You forgot to care.
Where's the next stop this planet must make
To continue its destruction?
What happens when you people find that
Mars is unsuitable to colonize?
Is it back to the drawing board then?
Which one of you conglomerates is next
In furthering the death of this planet?
Do I see any hands here?
What's next when
The raven touches down its plumage to the ground,
Do you rush out to receive it or wait?
The next time you look,
You may not be so lucky.
Next time, it'll be different.
No it won't.
Always is it the same lack of safekeeping.
There is always only next.
Next time,
Next week,
Next Christmas.
Tomorrow is next,
But tomorrow is conveniently
One day away.
What's our next moved on the chessboard of life?
Who's your next opponent to scar,
Will your next enemy foil you again?
Are you next to nothing in the game of chance?
Are you the next one to realize
That being served has
Nothing to do with divorce papers or Happy meals
But dancing instead?
What is your next defense mechanism?
What are you going to do next
When you discover that all those
Hippies, hoboes, earth children, indigo kids, and shroomheads
Knew EXACTLY what was next
While you sat there in a cloud of dust,
Scratching your head?
There is no rehab for your kind.
March 13, 2005
Suge
Right now. There is only next.
Forget the previous.
Not forever, just for now.
What happens next?
After the rain comes the sun with a rainbow.
What is after, what is next?
Because there is only next.
What's next, after the frost?
It's not
What's to precede, before the frost?
No one cares about before,
Seldom do they care
About the cold night of silence
That came about earlier than the frost,
But people wonder
What's next with the weather?
People are concerned about
What's next with the war,
Or what's next with the AIDS population.
What's next for that homeless man,
As he lays on the frigid pavement,
What's next when he wakes up in the morning
And has no place to be?
Or does he wake up at all?
What's next when you give that hungry child
Only a dollar for lunch?
What happens next
When you shove those insults in my face?
Same thing that happens next when
You err with those lies.
Next is usually tears.
What's next when that rose blooms?
Will you cut it, let it grow in a vase?
Or will you let it wilt in the sun?
What's next
When them crows and dogs
Get into the garbage?
Who's next to battle growing responsibility?
Who's next to speak up for the stolen land
Of the real Americans, the Native Americans?
What's next for that tree that
Falls in the forest, that no one hears
Except for the logger who murdered it?
Is that your next piece of paper?
Or part of a vandalized park bench?
What's next when there are no more trees
Because you opted to kill them all?
How will your future generations breathe?
What happens next
When you wish to see more clearly
The other world?
Who's next to mess up our country?
Who's next to say we can't do this or can't do that?
Who's next to deny us our god-given rights?
Who's next to judge or be judged?
Where's the next turn from here?
Who's the next person to
Misconstrue the words of a true genius?
What's next for that kid in high school,
The odd one, the loner,
Ya know, the one you teased,
The one who's life your fouled up with trickery,
What's next for that kid?
Prison? Loneliness? An early suicidal grave?
You forgot to care.
Where's the next stop this planet must make
To continue its destruction?
What happens when you people find that
Mars is unsuitable to colonize?
Is it back to the drawing board then?
Which one of you conglomerates is next
In furthering the death of this planet?
Do I see any hands here?
What's next when
The raven touches down its plumage to the ground,
Do you rush out to receive it or wait?
The next time you look,
You may not be so lucky.
Next time, it'll be different.
No it won't.
Always is it the same lack of safekeeping.
There is always only next.
Next time,
Next week,
Next Christmas.
Tomorrow is next,
But tomorrow is conveniently
One day away.
What's our next moved on the chessboard of life?
Who's your next opponent to scar,
Will your next enemy foil you again?
Are you next to nothing in the game of chance?
Are you the next one to realize
That being served has
Nothing to do with divorce papers or Happy meals
But dancing instead?
What is your next defense mechanism?
What are you going to do next
When you discover that all those
Hippies, hoboes, earth children, indigo kids, and shroomheads
Knew EXACTLY what was next
While you sat there in a cloud of dust,
Scratching your head?
There is no rehab for your kind.
March 13, 2005
Suge
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