Some centuries ago, in times that have past
things were the same, but not quite as fast
The fruit came in season, and that was the way
Unlike like the factories of today.
But what do I know? I’ve only been here
Since the days have become as long as the years
Years go by quick, in the blink of an eye
In the snap of a finger, kiss time goodbye
The Truth is like the life of today
Nobody wants it, that’s what they say.
Veggies are gross, fruit is not sweet
“Of my food and my face, I must share the tweet!”
The goodness is almost utterly gone
“Dilute it! Dilute it! There’s not right or wrong!”
No right or wrong? Is that what they think?
Then comes death, fat, and spirits that sink.
Have you ever tasted the fruit of the world?
The fakes, cheats, the drugs, the girls?
Have you ever tasted the pure wild honey?
The kind that is yet untouched by their money?
I don’t know that I have, though I imagine.
I desire the goodness, not just the fashion.
Does the fruit really ever get to the store?
Fruitful indeed, yet it dies with the poor.
We sell, ruin, waste and devour,
All of the good, hour by hour.
This poor earth, like a mother’s gifts,
Gets eaten up by ungrateful kids.
The lie is made known by the substance thereof
Without the fruit, we’d know nothing of
The perversion of pure, perfect, and good
things of which are all misunderstood.
Hell is now here, playing with lives
Underneath, Over, Sharpening knives
Dashing our minds and hearts upon rocks
Sailing away with us on the docks.
“Everything will remain the same,
Save the new things for which still need a name”
The world mocks the grandest of beauty.
And our eyes and hearts will always need soothing.
Goodbye, Goodbye, we wave and we sigh
Casting our eye up toward the sky
Through our hands and above our heads
Pass the waves invisible that teach us of death.
“Why are you happy? Cannot I be too?
Why did something so good come only to you?”
“Now I must steal and kill and destroy!
I’ll take of yours, your food and your joy.”
Thus spoke silent in the heart of the masses.
While we wait here as the time slowly passes.
This is not how it was supposed to be.
Why will nobody but us try to see?
It is all growing, quickly and strong
The end of this earth seems true and yet wrong
But with the time passing, death, and decay
We must be here, now, today.
The noise of the world blocks it all out
All of the beauty that quiets our doubt
The strength of our God is surely ignored
By texts, articles, news stories and more.
“More, and More, and More!” They Scream!
“Don’t let us settle! Don’t let us see!
Your seeds are bad, for they bear more fruit!
They are nothing like ours, with no lasting root!”
If we are what we eat it’s no wonder that most
Are just like the food, a shell with no ghost.
Paper Discourse 