Hurt People, Hurt People
we all live disconnected
from something
inside
yes, there is something
a memory
a time in our past
we have yet to resolve
in our now
some of us
have a few things
some of us believe
differently
that if we close
our psychic eye
it will go away
some of us believe
in Karmic balance
and try to pay the debt
our souls have accumulated
in our circumspective good
but still within
lives the Demon
who haunts our dreams
our unconsciousness
waiting for that small moment
to slip in to our now
of proposed goodness
Hurt People, Hurt People
We are hurting inside
some a dull ache
some acute
but it is never cute
when we seek
to liberate
and extricate
our pains upon another
our sisters and our brothers
for in the Karmic balance
we have just gathered
another opportunity
for the lesson
perhaps that is why
confessing
the sins against self
gives us some relief
within the confines
of our beliefs
Hurt People, Hurt People
i pray, i pray
every day
to understand
that which is within me
that i may see
the path
that will set me free
from this Cyclic
Karmic
Merry Go Round
and be grounded again
in a place
where pain
dissipates back
into the illusory ether
of nothingness
but i am hurt
Hurt People, Hurt People
and these ghosts
of suppositions
take position
once again
upon the shoulders of my reason
season in
season out
pretending they are my resolution
pretending they are my friend
again and again
Hurt People, Hurt People
and in truth
it matters not the incident
whether
design
default
or accident
for the greater gift
is the experience
as we query
in due diligence
about that which we fear
run to Jesus young man
is that the plan
but don’t bring a Christ
your dirty Laundry
unless you want it cleaned
and even Buddha can not glean
that hull of illusion
from your being
if you are holding on to it
and all the shit
that clings
to that empty song
that no one sings
Hurt People, Hurt People
the music of the Divine
is always playing
now what am i saying here
is it our fear
that promulgates the shadows
that cloak our light
and presents to us
a journey of night
where we can not
embrace the vision
face our inner child
taste the fruits
of our desired expectations
Hurt People, Hurt People
yes, we have all sown seeds
of goodness
and Lorde knows
we needs a break
from the fake
walls of reality
that we have constructed
around us
to protect
those esteems
that we are worthy
but our Dreams
cannot scale it’s heights
neither Day nor Night
and the Widths
are exponentially with out end
yet we defend them
like all is sacred
Hurt People, Hurt People
and as we lay
in the bed of sorrows
of our yesterdays
our now
our tomorrows
perhaps there will come
something
anything
from somewhere
not without
but within
that will stir our souls
into an awakening
and move us away
from forever forsaking
our regality
our sovereignty
our divinity
over our own journey
and we can now get up
off these gurneys
of death
and live as we should
as we were designed
in unrequited love
for each other
our Sisters and our Brothers
and let our pains
of being disconnected
let our Cosmic goodness
be resurrected
into our eternities
of goodness
as it should be
for if we stay in this fold
of the cold nights
embracing our frights
and fears
and doubt
the fight with your demons
will endure
that is for sure
and you and i
will never ever
see eye to eye
for
Hurt People, Hurt People
let the cycle of madness be ended
it all starts and ends here with me
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