The Incredible Shrinking / Invisible Man - with audio

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There comes a time when words are no longer heard
Actions have less and less energy
They produce fewer and fewer results
Dreams become screams and calcify
Unable to escape the vision and become reality
So we stumble and they tumble, rolling away
Like lost teeth awaiting the arrival of a fairy
Skipping off into oblivion like schoolchildren at play

Then comes the incredible shrinking man
The possibilities seem endless until they are not,
As the road of the way narrows
Like Balaam on an ass that lay down between two walls
We curse and whip at the wind and become smaller
Because we cannot see the Angel, who blocks our path
Cannot know the outer limits of things like one's life
Lawlessness and killing abound, shall not someone
Or something be angry?
The conscience seems weightless and insignificant
Against the inevitable anarchy of decay that
Unfolds and scatters like a venomous snake and so

We look on from the sanctity of our silent place
While the restless world of discontent is not satisfied
It moves to accuse us of our race and God
Crowds appear to inform us in every venue
You don't matter, We can't see your point,
There is no God but power, avarice and death
The tides of humanity push him out of the round
Until a fault is called and he is defeated
As truth and history are rewritten he shrinks a little more
Until at last he is invisible.

The invisible man does not exist anymore, no substance to see
He is no longer the target of advertisements
No longer the consumer of choice, he has no money
No pills, no lawsuits, no goods to buy, no one to impress
The invisible man cannot be bought or sold,
No longer is he a known commodity
Nor can someone ride his tired back anymore
The politicians cannot tell him what is right and who to hate
They have muted their voice as he can no longer absorb their lies
He is a lost demographic because
His body can no longer feed a business

The invisible man is both irrelevant and unworthy
The lust and power of youth are lost to him
Humbled low, he sees the dandelion once more
But let no one weep, as he is now free
To know himself, his fellow kindred spirit, and his Creator
At once invisible, but yet so present
He has become a vessel for that tiny spark
A seed of life that once released
Grows deep within the substance of being
Watered by the heavens above
Empowered with Spirit
Until that which is unseen
Halts time and Renews ALL!

F-utility - with audio link

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Why carry the burden
When someone else takes
What has been wrought?

Why reflect
When entertainment is there in waves
To drown the inner voice?
If buying that thing
Will it last?
Will it not have a blemish?
Will it satisfy?

Quiver not the liver
When atrocities are committed
Against the meek
Leaders ignore such
To think is a bothersome thing
When the society dictates the thoughts

If there is a God
Does He command murder,
Deceit and perversion of justice?
No,
But if there is evil,
Wickedness demands the same of its adherents

Why be religious,
When so many have worked so hard to change blue to red?
Anger rages against injustice
But slaps the face of those who call upon the Name
Stifling voices make alien and an outsider
Of all that which is true and heals

Why plan the future?
Do not the pitchmen point the way?
Do the tyrants, kings and world's owners
War, blacken and take?
Fear not,
For their end has been prepared,
And death comes to all

Why hope for change?
Is not the change that comes
Worse than what was?
Save and spend, get and give,
Play and be played, usury and bankers print

Why shed a tear?
To give the hard ground false hope?
Why does the sky brood?
To make a mirage for the bedouin?
Should the eye explore
The deepest mystery?
To know the number of things?

For ocean upon sea and sky upon earth
Comes with coral, and silt
In tides and mountainsides
Valleys are laid low and civilizations past
Yet tiny dominance
Seeks to last

The spark yet flickers,
The sapling bruised yet grows
The wild vine grows
The olive tree thrives in the rocks
And the fig-tree blossoms

The great spiraling
Unfolding
Wind of Truth
Blows
Blows away the old

So many myriad schemes
Little hearts and minds wonder
What of me?
Entropy of the old fades
Memory of it dissolves
In the fiery heat of purest gold

New life and creation bursting
Old seams of existential staleness
Melting
These pale things cannot endure
The ground shifts
Death, decadence and time are broken

Can there be a wonder at change?
And its call to end futility?
F-utility and the status quo!
Something Infinite comes
To crush that which is finite,
With a finality
Everlasting

Why cry out?
Because there is One
Who may listen and answer?
Are humility and humbleness come?
Fraternal guests?
Be still then
For in that place
There is peace.