Absent Minded
the other truth
Here I am
but star shine
can you find me
this world really is hell
and I am your oblivious god
to be made into a movie
and never earn dime
spotlighted me
I'm surrounded by dream
peace and serenity white walls of sanity and reason
logic and order
a piece of heaven around me
And as you suffer
I lead you prisoners of desire
controversial butterflies of dissatisfied slaves of time
from confusion to conclusion
to a brighter hell
place a veil of ignorance upon you
so you would never know
the sins you really are
as to what this suffering you are
and everything you've been through is really for
And on this world
Earth we know and consider hell
as we call it
I am your wandering dream
that can ease your chaos and pain
but you don't know that yet
That's the reason you're suffering
all these natural disasters,
floods hurricanes and tsunamis
terrorists, holy wars and other landscapes for mindscapes of pain
but if i walked into the arena
the guns and storms would cease
your hearts would heal up
and the crime of the centuries
you would begin to dream
as to the puzzle of the mystery of the miracle
wheres waldo
and whose responsible for ending this pain and torture
we hold and know soo well?
now how do we introduce this Savior and walking dream
this ignorant god
to this hell
without him knowing that indeed that is what you have done
how do you give me a taste
without a bullet from a gun?
As you live the dream around me
that you are becoming
of peace and freedom
slave to structure and prosperity
while those who cared not about your salvation
enter the nightmare i don't see
As you live in the dream I am
and I lead the world
the prisoners
of the planet
I lack respect for
how do you humble me so perfectly to wrap me up inside myself
to leave me wondering if maybe I've been here before
When I travel the world
one hell ceases
and the dream i left behind
ends to wake to its deserved punishment for not caring
for its greed its sins
its malpractice
and twisted sense of humor
I'm always in the midst of pleasantries
happy children
butterflies
birthdays
safe sex and bountiful harvests and prosperity
OBLIVIOUS to your suffering
your real reality
of the true hell you're actually grieving when i turn my back
Because I am god
stuck in hell
and this was the compromise
so you'd think
I'd never know
but you'd continue to suffer
surprise surprise
whose the one
wheres waldo
spy versus spy
can we ease the dream
start the other nightmare
to start our dream
over one oblivious being
the rest of the world wants to slide?
All detectives searching for the one
escaping a nightmare to enter a dream
to forget what you re searching for
in a huge hyperbole oxymoron
and this slider who could make life fair
if the world would give him free ride wherever he wants
but for now he refuses to run away
because he wins either way
and your hell means nothing to him
you deserve it anyway
AN oblivious god and this is a chapter of how he fools the souls
I've got it all figured out, but I'm not going to spoil the joke.
Why is every country but one full of terrorism and bombs and guns
why is every country but one full of hate and prejudice?
why is every country but one full of confusion and discrimination?
why is the world living a nightmare when one small part of the world
has it pieced together,
but through the confusion and manipulation and controls of your desperation
you don't listen.....
Will he ever slide?
but star shine
can you find me
this world really is hell
and I am your oblivious god
to be made into a movie
and never earn dime
spotlighted me
I'm surrounded by dream
peace and serenity white walls of sanity and reason
logic and order
a piece of heaven around me
And as you suffer
I lead you prisoners of desire
controversial butterflies of dissatisfied slaves of time
from confusion to conclusion
to a brighter hell
place a veil of ignorance upon you
so you would never know
the sins you really are
as to what this suffering you are
and everything you've been through is really for
And on this world
Earth we know and consider hell
as we call it
I am your wandering dream
that can ease your chaos and pain
but you don't know that yet
That's the reason you're suffering
all these natural disasters,
floods hurricanes and tsunamis
terrorists, holy wars and other landscapes for mindscapes of pain
but if i walked into the arena
the guns and storms would cease
your hearts would heal up
and the crime of the centuries
you would begin to dream
as to the puzzle of the mystery of the miracle
wheres waldo
and whose responsible for ending this pain and torture
we hold and know soo well?
now how do we introduce this Savior and walking dream
this ignorant god
to this hell
without him knowing that indeed that is what you have done
how do you give me a taste
without a bullet from a gun?
As you live the dream around me
that you are becoming
of peace and freedom
slave to structure and prosperity
while those who cared not about your salvation
enter the nightmare i don't see
As you live in the dream I am
and I lead the world
the prisoners
of the planet
I lack respect for
how do you humble me so perfectly to wrap me up inside myself
to leave me wondering if maybe I've been here before
When I travel the world
one hell ceases
and the dream i left behind
ends to wake to its deserved punishment for not caring
for its greed its sins
its malpractice
and twisted sense of humor
I'm always in the midst of pleasantries
happy children
butterflies
birthdays
safe sex and bountiful harvests and prosperity
OBLIVIOUS to your suffering
your real reality
of the true hell you're actually grieving when i turn my back
Because I am god
stuck in hell
and this was the compromise
so you'd think
I'd never know
but you'd continue to suffer
surprise surprise
whose the one
wheres waldo
spy versus spy
can we ease the dream
start the other nightmare
to start our dream
over one oblivious being
the rest of the world wants to slide?
All detectives searching for the one
escaping a nightmare to enter a dream
to forget what you re searching for
in a huge hyperbole oxymoron
and this slider who could make life fair
if the world would give him free ride wherever he wants
but for now he refuses to run away
because he wins either way
and your hell means nothing to him
you deserve it anyway
AN oblivious god and this is a chapter of how he fools the souls
I've got it all figured out, but I'm not going to spoil the joke.
Why is every country but one full of terrorism and bombs and guns
why is every country but one full of hate and prejudice?
why is every country but one full of confusion and discrimination?
why is the world living a nightmare when one small part of the world
has it pieced together,
but through the confusion and manipulation and controls of your desperation
you don't listen.....
Will he ever slide?
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