Absent at present; with yesterday's dreams

Let me know you, shadows in the window 
Stranger thus you stand and wonder 


Pondering with thoughts, held prison to
To what price owed so heavy on contemplation 


I see you this close to touch with yesterdays dreams
In close distance I feel your presence yet far a' near-far  


The captivation of  an audience,
You do, so effortlessly with your elegance 

Yet empty cold and brash of substance 
After winning the hearts of all that stare 


Would wings set one so free to chase yesterday 
To escape with gaze through the window we stare  


Announce to me my dear, I employ you 
My attention you hold to court, announce to me


What sits so strong, so wrong, to hold hostage  
On thy mind, to be absent at present 


Stranger thus you have become, ghostly 
Invisible to a crowded room, absent at present 

Hello, hello; excuse me, excuse me
Hello, excuse me, hello, hello; absent at present 

Philosophy of logic

If only it was possible to bring, them back 

It would all just be, a lot easier for questions 

For questions, to have answers and less of  

Perceptions and assumed notions of what was meant  

I have got a tall order and for so many 

With so many to answer for 

A tall order, I tell you 
A very tall order indeed  

I have witnessed doubters, where followers hold faith

I have seen alliances formed on pledges 
To die for a school of thought 

From opposing ends 

I hear others claim knowledge and profess 

As masters in expert, of sought 

Foremost in supposed fields, used to describe 

Depict personas, who lay claim as being in the know 

What do you know, truly what do you know

Were you t', at the EVENT, present during doctrine a' acts

To lay mastering of what was meant in deeds

And said in words to affirm and associate, I ask

Can you be called as witness in court

Called upon and swear to tell the truth

The whole truth, nothing but the truth

Truly, truthfully without sway

If only it was possible and time machines

Had long being invented

To answer once and for all, and in frequent

To make come backs, to reaffirm

For the grape vine, can not be left

As a caretaker, for too long 

Even with the simplest of answers, without distort

Without, finding ways to bend notions

In the house of the courts, reasonable doubt is raised

And thus, all that is known can not be asserted

Said as fact, of a way, a school of thought or another

To prove one’s concept, right or wrong

This is my philosophy of logic

Did Shakespeare, write all he is accredited with?

Did Jesus walk on water and feed so many

Did, etc, etc, etc, on reasonable doubt

This is my philosophy of logic

Taking it all in, with a pinch of salt

Mind you, I am not discrediting notions

I am merely just conceptualising, adding my own take

What Is Next

Where are you, I ask 
With strings attached, string-fellow   
Wearing  down my existence  


What is next, I ask, what is next  
We placed our trust in the system  
We paid our tax to the system 


We signed to the school of thought you peddled
We followed with faith what you  preached 
We aspired to reach the pinnacle set 


We acquired what success ascribed to be 
What dreams, we were asked to dream 
We connected and invested into the system 


We mortgaged our freedom to the system 
We tied a knot to the system, confetti  
We were briefed on who, held t' moral high ground 


We then  watched the system fail to deliver 
We got to know what was fact from illusion 
We lost our jobs because of the system 


We felt the pain in our pockets 
We felt the hunger in our stomach    
We had no security for our children, lost our houses 


We woke to realise the fallacy fed to us  
Where halo the funds and joy was 
What we had, what we were sold


And we went to occupy wall street 
Some of the people some of the time  
We demand answers to the question 


Who was it that benefited 
If we are said to be, a part of the system 
Yet we suffer most from the system 

Difference Of An Opinion

Difference of opinion, I opinion-ate 
Like minded sat in a room full of the same  
So no one pronounces, what is the use   
We all know already, a trick card  


No argument there then  
What is the use, we all agree to a T  
Turn tables, no debate to challenge perception  


Stimulate a school of thought  
No one questions motives  
What is the use, we are like minded   


So before you think I know  
And an agreement is reached with no debate 
What is t' use, our thoughts are on t' same wave length 


Individualism is a foreign connotation, unheard of 
Automated concepts with synchronised perceptions 
Laser wired with chips in the head


Factory stamped, a batch of a kind 
What is the use, for difference of opinions 
Programmed all t' same, social communism all in harmony 


Watch me going crazy, out of boredom 
And so is he, and he, and he and he 
Stack in a cartoonish wheel pool 


Bizarre worlds, of all the same 
Same, same, same,same, saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame
Ha, aaaaaaaah, a synchronised yell, all feel the same