SanctuaryWhere the truths of joy shine brightWhere the power within shows the wayThe path is walked upon with patiencePaved by the will of acceptance and forgivenessThe world disguised by a lieThe truth is to love one anotherTo respect the true natureTo understand who we areWhat we are, an how we came to beWe are the product of our enviromentIn everyway you can imagineGlobal powers are failingThe age of the mind beginsA new era of peace and tranquilityBeyond the pain of judgementThe suffering of impulsive actionMoney is the tool which stagnates us allGreed in the being inwhich weilds itIt binds us all to its willJ
Performing MonkeysPerforming MonkeysWhen I was a small childI loved to see the menWith their juke boxesAnd their performing monkeysThey reminded me of fuzzy teddy bearsWith big glassy brown eyesNow, things have changedThose monkeys do not have fairy tale lives anymoreAnd I sympathize with themLike them I now have an ownerWho has a juke box filledWith white powderI was passed around like a toyDamaged like one, tooHe lured me with the promise of moneyThe promise of paradiseThat turning tricks was only temporaryAll my friends have forgotten meSurrounded by warmth and familyNow on my street corner I standLonely and coldI
Shalom
-XuS-
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