Everything is in, (I Don’t Think So !, Don’t Talk to Strangers & Truth vs.. Error

Everything is in?

I don’t think so!

We often paint a picture out of decorated glass

Others proned to miracles out of rubbie diamonds

Some even search for truth inside the context of a garbage can,

It is my hope that someday they will learn to understand

Everything is in I don’t thonk so!

Many moons ago let the solid truth be told;

It used to really mean something to have a sense of respect

Today that way of thinking goes right out the door

It was essentially at a time to have a given sense of integrity

Our self worth today is simply based on what others say

Many having created strange idols out of stone,

With a gulf fixed center in their hearts door

As if a vacuum we make room for more garbage to store

We then insist on seeking the material abstract in common thought

Then truth is compromised by then living a lie

Everything is in I don’t think so…

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Don’t talk to strangers

 

On a bed of nails she made me wait

We turned the needle & the damage is done

Don’t talk to strangers if your ever scared

Red wine for cooking and even in stew

Like some lost episode with Scooby Doo

Will certainly treasure a red rose which was plucked so long ago…

In each human heart of man their lies a simple common plan

Within timeless thoughts within shattered dreams abode

Things in life don’t necessarily come back as it may seem

Don’t talk to strangers,

Cause there only their to do you harm!

Don’t look to women cause they’ll only bring you down!

On a plate of breadsome even turn to idols full of dread!

In truth we often derive certain meaning out of a climatic puzzle,

Others will make their martini strong like on the double,

We will often pass one test in life amidst certain strife;

As if some crazed lunatic out their breathing in the night

Some our found content as some creature out to fright;

Don’t talk to strangers

Just offer each other a warm heart reaching ever further toward the visible light!

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Truth versus error

We often chose to cling to what is best

By being put through its psychological test

Some still often labor to enter into the heavenly rest

When kongdom will come

What will eventually get done

Many today live in error which never seems fairer

In moments filled up in fear & social anxiety

With a papal vow proned to torn desolation and misery

An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision

Truth versus error,

We then wander as nomadic tribesmen within shelter

Long lines will further filter through its dreams;

With social distortion in long lines of poison,

Truth is clear cut through a culmination of lies

It sifts like that of wheat

The certain kind that makes potatoe fries,

Error is its opposite friend

We sift through loose loop holes as sifted sand

Frains by which no one can ever fathom or understand

To trust in material possessions is a sin

Lest to where should I begin again

Within timeless motives filled with ardent asps

No o ne in this life gets by on any free pass!

Truth versus error,

Why doesn’t anyone seem to ever care ?