Taking A Swipe

Taking a swipe  
At society  
At religion 
At politics 
At the establishment  


You see, it's not like, 
I am trying to take a swipe 
Just taking a swipe  
And it follows to digest  


I read the history of grounds that stand 
With the black rock to hold 
I read the history, of how religion was born 
That paganism is the oldest of them all 


To have Christianity and Islam  
Hold to gratitude  less of what is needed  
T' figureheads  back-bones "women" of strong men  
The very pillars of genesis in faith 


I read the history of ground zero 
And the symbol of the "stone "
I read the set-up of beginning, start up
And who it represented  in mixed fellowships  


I read about the philosophy  
They hold or once did 
To open up to the world around them 
The peace in messages, harmony they preach  


Not like I am trying to 
Take a swipe
Just taking a swipe 


Not today, with fortresses built 
From Rome to Mecca, to Jerusalem and beyond 
Where those without common share, in beliefs 
Of faith are blocked from entry's access  


Not like I am trying to take a swipe 
Just taking a swipe,
In doing so, in doing so


Are we not to love thy neighbour 
Why close doors and lock with hatred 
In keeping thy neighbour out 


Left cold at the mercy of wickedness 
In "I don't want to know", as a philosophy 
I am really now just taking a swipe, swipe, swipe  


Taking a swipe 


At the establishment
At society, 
At religion
At politics 
And all above 

Talking Wild Turkey

Talking turkey, bridging the gap   
I  stumbled upon a man in the woods  
"Turkey brother", he talks turkey   


Oh just the right man to ask, what came first  
The turkey or the egg, he talks turkey  
Seriously what came first   


As I sat intense drawn into   
The life of the turkey family   
Humour me, come lets journey on discovery  


I started believing  
What the turkey man was saying, he talks turkey   
Hold on before jumping to judge quick, analyse 


Slave of skeptical-ism  
Eager to dismiss rendition 
For comfort of non-believers, "have faith man" 


It could have just been 
A camera trick, I know
But so well played to punters watch 


He mothered them before hatch, talking turkey    
And they opened another world to him
Like the blind seeing for the first time 


Where turkeys became 
Intelligent and emotional from observation  
With societal interactions and characters 


With other wild life around, they all talked turkey 
It was as if the garden of Eden as biblically stated  
Was never lost, just closed off to humanity 


I felt so humble and empty 
On realization we lived blind, not talking turkey 
To our existence, always chasing tomorrow 

On Roads to Damascus

On roads to Damascus..
Desert storms brew, new seasons...
Blows with life of attestation's vigour..

Like the push of  dominos  falling..
Puppets masters fall off..
In suscession, against up raising ..


Puppets on revolution..
Swept up on the path way..
Them against us as we proceed..


Divide, isolate and selfish rule ..
Pointing fingures ..
At phatoms enemies..


Illusion used as weapons ..
To maintain strings,  ..
The 60 year old  emergency law t' stands ...


And we will come to know pain
Before the day is over, it is what price paid 
The course for falling souls, to be made heroes 


This is animal farm, 
George Orwell in old byzantine ..
After Napoleon takes over ..


And the opposition is silenced ..
The Marxist taste of power 
The seduction of calling all his own


But not today, the storms brews..
Paul is visited on the road to Damascus..
The storm blows across accient lands...


And the revolution is to be known..
Even if not televised, try youtube..
Words spread, twitter and facebook..


The civilization is older than the oppression..
Let that be known, its new seasons ..
On roads to Damascus ..