There's More

Red old rose, your eloquent petals,
Bright yellow sun, a glory beyond,
Human progress, nature’s benevolence,
The numerous fish in a salty pond
Traveling particles in a perfect circle,
An energy undefined, right in the middle
The factual is always inevitably explicit,
But I know, I know, there’s more, there’s more!

Shout out your words, your twisted words,
That can define an object in ways a plenty
Discovering truths a million years existent
Finding treasures unworthy their value
Submit to the same old violent illusion,
That steals the soul of more than many
Bleed out the blood that is not just red,
Unaware of the bliss, there’s more, there’s more!

Still believe in the word of lies,
That swims out the mouth of hell’s enchantress
Dance to the lyre of the whitish devil,
The young strawberry lipped lady
Still cherishing the treasures of the deceitful princess,
Who portrayed to the world her pretension of virginity!
Still living for the whims of the ignorant world?
Unaware of the hidden bliss, there’s more, there’s more!

Merely an accusation, but more of concern,
These words wish to stretch out to your heart
For they are not mine, but those of the wind,
I am but a mere messenger of the beyond!
The chord that was lost is cursed never to be found,
So cease to search, but begin to feel
The blessing that lies in the temple within
Learn the lessons that remain untold,
And accept deep in your heart, there’s more, there’s more!

A soul that knows no dance, no song,
Has lost its greatest purpose of existence
A soul sold to the curse of creation,
Is a blemish that credit’s a pain beyond hell!
The eyes that melt at the sight of stones,
And the heart that dances to the trance of desire,
Will delight in the waters of a stagnant river,
Gradually disappearing to the necessities of moss
And then in the heart of all the ancient metaphorical,
Shall the men of today come to realize, there’s more, there’s more!