wrapped in jealous secret lies.
Oh, these secrets disrespect you;
too, they're secrets you'd despise.
They are calumny in rot;
you're taught to think them necessary,
but they "grift you," so they're not.
as that measurement is off.
This "secret" profits keepers...
a "confidence" does not.
See, "keepers" hold a higher ground
and having held, keep holding;
their confidence is with themselves,
to you? They're not beholding.
and to have their catbird seat.
They keep "it" and degrade our lives,
inflating their conceits.
They keep it as they've no respect...
for what you might hold dear,
then appropriate YOUR dreams and such—
manipulate your fear.
It's that secret at the flash-point, see?
It is coveted, held dear;
if they share "it" they're not special, dig?
So? They manufacture fear!
Keep "secrets" then, for profit,
but then rot in well-earned hell!
Slowly simmer in corruption 'till you die!
I blithely sprint your un-trod path
To YOUR feared edge—I reach that lip...
...I spread my arms and leap!
I soar! I FLY!
and I show we need not fear!
What's "scared" us is a blessing!
It is that I would make clear!
Mere lies have framed too neatly
what's hidden, well, from us.
That bravery is rewarded, friend...
even more than once was thought.
knowing courage and élan;
we tread new paths of tolerance,
best practice, and beyond!
glowing meadows, liquid light...
where the struggle for creation
blooms strange flowers every night!
The night is day, or day is night—
it's up to you to choose!
What you watch, quite simply, changes!
Pay attention; slip your noose!
that we'd sicken toxic brown.
See labored breathing's air and sea...
ocean currents slowing down.
Feel clouds like poisonous pillows;
acrid lightening splits dark sky;
taste a bitter truth, perchance,
where birds refuse to fly!
as they make their conversations...
to the "winsome wraith-like watchers
from beyond the farthest reaches."
These are, perhaps, connected to the "dreams"
that we're discounting,
ideals we have chosen to betray,
like they were nothing!
Right this moment? ...Breathing free!
I scoff at all rejection.
E'en opposed... ...I'm off my knees!
see bastards as they are—
just motes of sentient carbon
born of massive blue-white stars.
Though, still, they’d keep their secrets
like the "manner lords" of old.
Their position is not justice,
so it's why I warn and scold!
if you're mated to the dark?
Your *secrets* are crass disrespect;
it's you keeps humans "parked"!
Keep your faith untested,
Let tradition keep you shackled,
Let the future be a reason for your fear.
I open up my mind and heart,
Then quickly find my second start!