whatareyouthinking

Streams of consciousness overflow
From mourning due our sorrows grow
Our hearts turn numb without a cause
And spirits dumb with lives on pause
As countdowns of politicking clocks
Locks the box that stocks the flocks

But the second hand within our grasp
The time has come to kill the asp
Lose the chains and loose the clasp
Inhale new life from lifeless gasp

We all want a Second Wind
Breath of fresh air
New spirit within
We all need a Second Wind
Air of freedom
Free from sin

From sinking sand we reach for sky
Needles of vengeance bleed mercy dry
Our hearts will pump the blood it draws
As we seek to blot our brother’s flaws
In vain our quest turns toward ourselves
Into our faults our psyche delves

But the second hand within our grasp
The time has come to kill the asp
Lose the chains and loose the clasp
Inhale new life from lifeless gasp

We all want a Second Wind
Breath of fresh air
New spirit within
We all need a Second Wind
Air of freedom
Free from sin

When our eye is dark from a worldview
That sees no future just judgment due
And the light within the rain burns out
Through warning tears pouring doubt
Thy kingdom calls for all to hear it
When it reigns its poor are rich in spirit

But the second hand within our grasp
The time has come to kill the asp
Lose the chains and loose the clasp
Inhale new life from lifeless gasp

We all want a Second Wind
Breath of fresh air
New spirit within
We all need a Second Wind
Airing freedom
Free from sin

© 2004 J. “Xakk” Marshall (August 6, 2004 @ 5:15 PM)

Break some minds to pieces
Affix to man-made machinery
Hot-wire desire and pride
Fuel with neurochemistry

Take some pieces of minds
Attach to anything new
A notion, a dogma, opinion
Bond with emotional glue

These are the robots we will build
To suit our will to never show
Time and time again, we won’t grow
Up to see beyond our fleeting thrill
To death to fight what we don’t know
A lot of the robots we’ll bestow

So who was fighting who—
Was it even me, or even you?
Or robot-to-robot in each other’s face—
The robots we sent to show in our place?
Our robots were there, still keeping score
Our robots were there, still making war

Pick from the heaps of hype
That with appearance of cause
Ignite with the spark of adrenaline
The unfriendly fire of flaws

Circuit boards of education
Screwed to lust for power to rule
Replace servanthood of a leader
With the arrogance of a fool

These are the robots we will build
To suit our will to never show
Time and time again, we won’t grow
Up to see beyond our fleeting thrill
To death to fight what we don’t know
A lot of the robots we’ll bestow

So who was fighting who—
Was it even me, or even you?
Or robot-to-robot in each other’s face—
The robots we sent to show in our place?
Our robots were there, still keeping score
Our robots were there, still making war

When we don’t know what it is
That makes us what we are
We build robots in our places
And fight our battles from afar
© 2004 J. “Xakk” Marshall (July 9, 2004 @ 5:15 AM)

You see a small world in your mind’s eye and so do I
High with lofty ideals the way things ought to be and why
But each is blind to what the other’s world holds inside
Leaving our worlds merely contemplated—never tried

We keep blaming one another
For not going with our flow
But as long as we keep blaming
Our small worlds will never grow

Yet it’s a small mind after all
That’s so big to think its above us all
It’s a small mind that loves to sprawl
And to talk the walk but lives to crawl

We can’t hear what’s in our room
With our ear against the wall
We won’t see our own home’s doom
While we’re watching another one’s fall

There’s a small world only you conceive still I believe
We could be elsewhere if some of us were apt to leave
Residential comfort zones where life is easy though so bleak
And to the source present our gift of words—and speak!

We keep thinking to ourselves
What we’re thinking they should know
But as long as we keep thinking
Our small minds will never grow

Yet it’s a small mind after all
That’s so big to think its above us all
It’s a small mind that loves to sprawl
And to talk the walk but lives to crawl

We can’t hear what’s in our room
With our ear against the wall
We won’t see our own home’s doom
While we’re watching another one’s fall
© 2004 J. “Xakk” Marshall (April 17, 2004, at 3:45 PM)

A Shortcut to Wisdom the Fool’s Road
The Keeper of Truth is a Mule’s Load
The Quest for Knowledge a Slippery Slope
Road to Understanding a Glimmer of Hope
The Path to Success May Lead One Off Track
But A Pilgrim’s Recess is There and Back

Aspired for higher and acquired the flyers for souls to inspire
Heart set afire fled from those who conspire to make God a liar
No need to inquire but desire for hire I preached to the choir
Adding fuel to the ire just to mire on the wire above ice and fire

Spreading the fear of penalties severe and a judgment so near
Staunchly sincere still cold, cavalier—sneered what others held dear
An unyielding ear, vision so clear, would all interfere with reality here
Sought out of fear what appeared as revered; couldn’t adhere, or persevere

Yet it’s the climate not the storm
The rule an exception not the norm
Neither to regress nor to reform
Neither to rebel nor to conform
Neither hot nor cold—nor  warm
But a spirit that can be transformed

And the Path of Life a special Course
That goes with the flow of a different Force
From wind through river of unequaled Source
Down mounts of regrets to a Land of No Remorse

So a need to succeed, or recede, stemming from a growing need
And sowed a seed from Apostle’s Creed to apostate’s greed
Followed the lead, a deed to heed, growing weeds from cede
And choked on feed but bit my tongue until I watched it bleed

Need for speed and to exceed led to mislead my mind’s eye
With Body numb, Mind gone dumb, and Spirit ready to fly
From dreams to schemes and to extremes, the journey gone awry
Zealous youth to jealous sleuth, the fountain of truth gone dry

Yet it’s the climate not the storm
The rule an exception not the norm
Neither to regress nor to reform
Neither to rebel nor to conform
Neither hot nor cold—nor  warm
But a spirit that can be transformed

And the Path of Life a special Course
That goes with the flow of a different Force
From wind through river of unequaled Source
Down mounts of regrets to a Land of No Remorse

Sought above beneath and all points in between
Up and down and out, seen in and out of every scene
Saw left and right through blacks and whites of red and green
Nearly blew it all on know-it-all books and maggot fiends

© 2004 [April 12, 2004 @ 6:35 am] by J. Mars Hall

[VERSE I]
Be not a slave to freedom
Just do what you need to do
Seek not only for pleasure or
Pleasure may never find you

Take some peace of advice
That surpasses all human kind
Better the quest for wholeness
Than be left with piece of mind

[REFRAIN]
Others sowing our brains scatter
Daniel watching our dreams shatter
Or fall from grace down Jacob’s ladder
To wrestle with awe – does this all matter
    now-
We found nothing new under the sun
    long strange trip-
    talking asses-
It wasn’t always fun
Still through it all thy God is one
Still in awe – thy God has won

[VERSE II]
Be not slave to your passion
And play not the role of the lie
Eat of the bread and whine
For a peace of humble pie

Let go the trick of the ego
And starve your actor within
Be one with God as won in awe
And rise above all your sin

[REFRAIN]

[BRIDGE]
How long must we wait on a prophecy?
Why does it take so much time – why try?
What do we seek – what is truth?
When the inner and outer see eye to eye-
Where you can get to know you…
       and I will get to know me-
       and I will get to know you-
       and you will get to know me-
       and you will get to know you-
       and I will get to know me-
       and I will get to know you-
       and you will get to know me-
       and you will get to know you!

[REFRAIN]

(c) 2003, J. “Xakk” Marshall [March 24, 2003 @ 10:45 PM]

Subtle mind control sell-by-sell
One-by-one twice the child of Hell
Procrustean-bred leaders impel
Psyches out of mind and under spell

Like invisible strings and other things
That make you dance while your master sings
A song for sordid gain-
Pulling on your brain-
And cause and cure and claim to feel your pain
Bad shepherds! Evil kings! Mental Reign!

Not all mind control, easy cell
Weekend mind game of show and tell
Manipulate, indoctrinate, compel
Down for the count of the wishing well

Like invisible strings and other things
That make you dance while your master sings
A song for sordid gain-
Pulling on your brain-
To cause and cure and claim to feel your pain
Bad shepherds! Evil kings! Mental Reign!

Twenty-two over seven
Descending from Heaven
A pie-in-the-sky down on earth
Easy-dream welfare
Cults turn to nightmare 
Bankrupting members’ self-worth

Like invisible strings and other things
That make you dance while your master sings
A song for sordid gain-
Pulling on your brain-
To cause and cure and claim to feel your pain
Bad shepherds! Evil kings! Mental Reign!

Members, the day his kingdom fell
Minding controls, bid his farewell…

©2002, J. “Xakk” Marshall [September 11, 2002 @ 5:00 AM]

Sold himself to the digital kingdom
Attention deficit to be paid in full
Trapped within a bondage of plastic
For the interest of his imperial rule

He’s a Slave Driver
    a driver that’s enslaved…

Enslaved to the system everywhere he goes
Everywhere he turns somebody knows
Every time he thinks somewhere it shows
Everything he does somehow
    the information flows…

He sold out to the material world
So all things that surround him, matter
Just a pawn, or a puppet ruled by its wire
Digital footprints walk on him like the latter

He’s a Slave Driver
     a driver that’s enslaved…

Enslaved to the system everywhere he goes
Everywhere he turns somebody knows
Every time he thinks somewhere it shows
Everything he does somehow
    the information flows…

He sold his soul for one he could program
Exchanged his skin for a travel I.D.
He did what he’d hate, if it weren’t his choice
Too blind to realize he’ll never be free

He’s a Slave Driver
     a driver that’s enslaved…

Enslaved to the system everywhere he goes
Everywhere he turns somebody knows
Every time he thinks somewhere it shows
Everything he does somehow
    the information flows…

He’s a Slave Driver…

© 2002, J. “Xakk” Marshall

Perceiving passersby in strange fur
Hearing words of science and fiction
Touched on things it hoped would occur
Left its senses,  makes a prediction

To share with all the others-
How great someday they would be-
Like their strange-furred brothers-
And swinging from a tree…

Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it would be
Looked at us with dreams of higher
Conceived its seed human destiny
Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it should be
Pride no more, set its dreams on fire
Never to be human ancestry

A new creation of evolution
Breaking walls of science and nature
A race that’s one needing no absolution
Visions flood like deluges of grandeur

Deceiving all of the others-
While deluding its own mind-
But if they had their druthers-
Would be one with humankind…

Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it would be
Looked at us with dreams of higher
Conceived its seed human destiny
Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it should be
Pride no more, set its dreams on fire
Never to be human ancestry

© September 4, 2002 @ 1:00 AM by J. “Xakk” Marshall

Another loss, the others gain
This story had a different start
Of one who changed mankind in feign
A child with faith like a child
Seeking new beginnings
From worlds with different ends
And still believed in winning
After the scores were compiled

Then he faced the world
With no one by his side
Took a backseat to the drivers
And went along for the ride
He thought, It’s too tough to be in this alone
I give up—just Leave Me A Clone

Injustice, inhumanity
Used to motivate his cause
But was just the reality
He couldn’t do anything about
The movers wouldn’t shake
So he had to deal with himself
As just another mistake
That the world could do without

Then he faced the world
With no one by his side
Took a backseat to the drivers
And went along for the ride
He thought, It’s too tough to be in this alone
I give up—just Leave Me A Clone

Once upon a time he thrived
On all he had to offer life
Yet came a day his mind deprived
When he had to think and act as thus
Hence, he became a clone
The world will not miss him
Though he didn’t go alone
It happened to all of us

When we faced the world
With no one by our side
We sat behind the drivers
And went along for the ride
We said, It’s too tough to be in this alone
We give up—just Leave Us A Clone

© 2002, J. “Xakk” Marshall

Yesterday is what we know
We don’t think of tomorrow
We have a place where we can go
To dwell in our sorrow

Of times we cannot change
And years we’ve yet to waste
On the failures we arrange
The dreams we have misplaced

On Writer’s Block
They’re living history
And stole from life its mystery
On Writer’s Block
They’re victims all the same
That know just how to shift the blame-
From Writer’s Block to you…

We all once had one do us wrong
And bring us where we stand today
Lining Memory Lane many miles long
That leads to Writer’s Block they say

Where we await the expiation
From those that have since gone away
Who can’t deny our accusations
Because they won’t be here to say-

On Writer’s Block
They’ll chase a fantasy
Feed from another’s misery
On Writer’s Block
Their goals are all the same
To find someone else to blame
Far from Writer’s Block to here…

No comfort in this place we dwell
We’ve all been dealt a losing hand
To drown in tear-filled wishing wells
From eyes of lives not gone as planned

Trapped in this sea of negativity
Riding out these waves of strife
Holding futures in captivity
Just another day of the life-

On Writer’s Block
They’re living history
And stole from life its mystery
On Writer’s Block
They’re victims all the same
That know just how to shift the blame-
From Writer’s Block to you…

[Interlude]

On Writer’s Block
They’ll chase a fantasy
Feed from another’s misery
On Writer’s Block
Their goals are all the same
To find someone else to blame
Far from Writer’s Block to here…

© 2002, J. “Xakk” Marshall [April 19, 2002 @ 3:00 AM]