Just about everything, lyrically: Writing Contest

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John William Taylor
Activist Post

All we are is energy and all we have is time;
We’re all guaranteed to die, but not all to feel alive.

So I like to write and talk shit on sprite;
used to be my favorite,
how typical right?

Aspartame is brain slowing and like MSG-
They’re both highly addicting.

Aspartame is found in soft drinks, both diet and caffeine free-
you see it offers zero nutritional value so it has no calories.
Your body wastes its precious time and enzymes
while this rots your insides.

Drink what you want, just know what you got.
Cigarettes are worse than pot,
can you tell I smoke a lot?

It’d be nice, to eat only naturally
but it’s so damn hard when Monsanto owns
damn near everything

And the FDA OK’s their poisoning
because they profit steadily and federally
the economy appears bolstering
when children are vomiting
they offer vaccines laced with mercury!

They are trying to destroy our memory,
But I remember, and it’s not only me.

Slowly, everyone is awakening;
it all begins by questing who you are
and what does living mean?

You should know sodium fluoride
is a human pesticide
and is found in water, nationwide.

And elsewhere abroad
Fluoride’s benefits are a fraud
Population control,
one nation under god.

So fuck the new world order
I’d rather die than support it

Fuck Royal families, and their dignities
They get no respect from me.

Fuck the media and the banks
they don’t care if your ship has sank

Fuck politicians and their lies,
“We support the Arab spring.”
Big surprise, they’ve implanted spies
and control most camera’s eyes

They dub over tapes
so you can’t hear the calls of rape.

Our soldiers know we’re the terrorists,
but their silenced quickly if they resist.
We have got to stand up together to stop this.

But they’re no uniting under political party.

The big two are owned by the same few
who share the same globalist attitude.

Irradiate the snakes
our human lives are at stake
this issues greater than
how much money we make.

They created money, and do you think it’s funny-
dead presidents end up in our laundry
and whistle blowers burn in foundries.

And churches are in on it
they silence millions of heretics
and encourage us to pray for them
they practice what they condemn
this isn’t something new,
threes century’s worth of this view.

The church has burned books, supported crooks
They have billions on their hook
and all you need to do, is take a good look.

There’s no point to anything,
knowing this they take advantage of everything
and tell you how to think and what to speak
so you don’t have to beg for the lord’s mercy.

That’s so fake to me as if the lord doesn’t want us to learn anything.
As if the all knowing God accepts only their way of thinking.
Isn’t it obvious, he’s left freedom up to us
and churches have always said to “pay us”

It’s not that I am mean or an almighty atheist
I just insist to questing your being.
Who are we but wholeness,
disguised as identities?

Woe is me when I try to think logically
of how this is all happening
but those answers incomplete,
they leave me questioning.

There’s something very strange about reality;
you can hear it if you’re listening;
you can feel it when you’re breathing,
no wonder why people like to stay so busy.

We’re not normal, can’t you see?
How’d you get here, how’s your memory?
Do thoughts of wonder consume thee?
Or do you focus on just being?
What is your identity, is that really everything,
what does this all mean?

There’s an open door to the closed palace of the king..

To speak metaphorically
is to taste,
the nectar of infinity.
We’re all swimming in eternity-
funny what our thoughts can bring.

Life’s so sweet and sour
and love’s such a power
that it controls perception of hour
and could it feel more like now-er?

The objective is clear,
let us define what is here
and stop combing the mirror
that idiocy is so severe,
let go of it dear.

Words like wars are interpreted by their sides
and often each are lies.
My words are undecided as I write them,
they come to mind
and the next few fall into line.

I pause for seconds of reflection,
pleased at my life and its direction
and then I’m off mentally steppin’
armed to the teeth, with printed weapons.

I own few a skill, aside from indomitable will.
I can be beaten, broken and destroyed
but my essence will still be the noise.

Energy is the air, and a living pear
so sweet that it dares us all to speak.

It is the mountain peak,
and the mountaineer.

It is searing fire and burning hot desire and its always required.
Energy is a shape shifter, and grave be bestowed on those who find her.

This submission has been entered into a contest to win 2 premium tickets + $500 for travel to see David Icke at Wembley Arena, London — October 27, 2012.  If you like this article, please share it far and wide, as the winner will be determined by the total number of pageviews acquired before the end of the contest on June 15th.  For additional details about submissions, please visit our Contest Page.

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