Positive energy negative energy
Good feelings bad feelings
Each in turn is felt and fed on
Sometimes I think Earth is just a farm
Duality plays out on it's stage
One part feeds the positive farmers
The other feeds the negative farmers
We the contained animals create the food
We play our chosen part in the world
Creating the energy for the farmers to feed on
Good or bad doesn't matter
It's all just food for the farmers
Mostly the animals don't know they are on a farm
They don't mind the fences that contain them
They are not in the wild
Making they're own way
Do the animals grow and evolve
Ever break free of the farm
Does the farm ever go out of business
Do Vegan protesters ever come and free all the animals
It's just a thought and maybe it's not a Loosh Farm

When you start to look at your life as a thing
That your soul has crafted to bring
With it's hardships, trials, joy and sorrow
And unknown events of the morrow
A certain journey and series of emotions
Set of experiences as vast as oceans
All designed to expand your depth of understanding
Increasing your capacity for commanding
Your soul has done this because it craves
Experience and so it asks you to brave
This up and down and often confusing
Topsy turvy and sometimes unamusing
Giant ball of emotion and feeling
Losing your way and reeling
Sometimes filling your mind with worry and dread
Where you'll live and find a bed
In this world of triumph and tribulation
Your soul has come to find exaltation
And so whether up or down
When your smiling or wearing a frown
Your soul has come with great conviction
A good amount of predilection
To learn from this space
To teach itself to operate in grace

I went to hell once looking to save a friend
I thought for sure I wouldn't break but I would bend
The path there is easy to find
But once your there your in a bind
I entered willingly a terrible place
And almost lost myself without a trace
The Devil found me and asked why I was there
I pleaded for my friend and asked if he would be fair
He offered me a chance on a wager for my soul
Somehow I new that would be his goal
He's clever and crafty and somehow tricked me
Now I was bound to hell and never would be free
I languished there for an eternity
Came to realize unlike heaven hell is not a paternity
I started scheming what I could use this realization for
There had to be a key at it's core
The Devil's wife noticed my minds fixation
When she approached I tempted a little flirtation
She could see my armored heart was still intact
The Devil had left it knowing I would suffer more infact
Amused with me she offered a chance
If I could ****** her with my parlance
I seemed to have nothing to lose so I gave it a go
She was certainly amused as we went toe to toe
I could see she was neglected a little
The Devils was very busy usually with his shizzle
She knew very well how to play a part
Succeeded in breaking my armored heart
In the process I had won her over
Seduced her and won her favor
She told the Devil my friend and I were released
He and I were very pleased
The Devil was angry but prepared our depart
She told me our release was not free and she would be keeping my heart
So we both left with our soul
But I had to leave my heart back in that hole
And so it is the Devil wants your soul but his wife wants your heart

What is the point of power wealth or control
Seems to me it's just about selling your soul
Those of us who are just content to be
Live happier lives of harmony
Playing the game that's presented round and round
Removes the simple pleasures and joy to be found
Comparing your life to wealthy or famous
And all the social beliefs that try to shame us
Is a projected lie meant to tame you
Keep you corralled and chained to their view
The game is designed with many pitfalls
Like an intricate maze with many dead end walls
The game is set up and put in place
From the moment your born and enter the race
Everything about it enforces the notion
That you must go along with it's commotion
It teaches you to only behave in a certain way
Tends to ridicule and ostracize those who don't obey
More and more people are waking through the noise
Seems the game is getting louder and just annoys
A desperate attempt for total control
Feels like the game is going to fail at it's ultimate goal
Lifetimes of planning coming to waste
It needs to all end with a bit of haste
This is the dawning of a golden age
Time for humanity to break free of it's cage

Words are temporary placeholders
Neither immortal or set in stone
They can sit and smolder
And sometimes should be atoned
They can linger in greatness
Or never have been penned
Sometimes overly dressed in ornateness
Or twisted from what they intend
Words have many meanings
People don't read or hear them the same
Each have different gleanings
While interpretations are to blame
Thoughts placed with certainty
Can be agreed upon in earnest
Or skimmed over thoughtlessly
Leaving a mind unfurnished
Words are often limiting
Not really ideal to convey
Barely capable of emitting
What a mind has to say
Writing has less misunderstanding
Speech is very awkward
Both capable of landing
With a different understanding

We saw a kitten and we could have one
And so we grabbed one
I was told not to let the cat get pregnant
We had to try to have only one animal dependant
Surely he knew it was an impossible task
Why from a child would he even ask
A few weeks later the cat had kittens
All tiny and cute and fluffy like mittens
Then in anger my dad took me
And said bring the kittens and thee
Utterly helpless with eyes closed
They could only squirm around completely exposed
I had to place them all
All five and small
Who couldn't even see
On a stump I placed thee
Sacrificial lambs
At my own hands
Innocence blown away
To my young dismay
Such a harsh lesson
From a fathers obsession

There is a hurt little guy inside
Who ran away long ago and decided to hide
Maybe he decided not to stay
And allowed himself to be driven away
Leaving behind a suit of armour
To live his life and deal with what's harder
He must have kept the things that were valuable to him
Also the hurt and pain and things he should skim
Leaving behind a hardened shell
To navigate the world we dwell
Hiding inside a secure keep
A vessel in which he could sleep
I wonder of him from time to time
Who and how he is as we continue to climb
Sometimes I feel like the empty shell
And wonder if he feels alone and trapped in a cell
Not knowing who he is and being his defenses
Keeps us in place behind our fences
Sometimes I acknowledge him and let him know
That he's ok as I carry on with the show
Maybe one day we'll be reunited
When it's safe and he can be invited