Hour Twenty Inspiration= “Cluster One” Pink Floyd
\n5:43<\/p>\n
Hot are the rivers
\nrunning through scaled eyes
\nblinded by the serpentine
\nmotivations and macabre machinations
\nof the world of today
\nevery day lacking
\nthe promise of tomorrow.
\nLord, hear our prayers
\nas we silently wilt
\nour petals fall with
\nan absent minded cause for concern.<\/p>\n
We realize this world requires
\na shift in perception
\nfrom the mummified remains
\nof wise old trees
\nringed with years of stately experience
\nthat have seen far more than we.
\nThey are filleted into thin slices
\nand stuffed into the mouths of
\nthose whose authority
\ngovern the people
\nseething with ulterior motives
\nand promises broken like spirits-
\nLord, hear our prayers
\nas we gather in hushed whispers
\nand the biting of fists-
\nour fear of standing out
\nstanding up
\nat the injustice of greed
\nas nothing is filled more than pockets
\nwith no thought to starving mouths
\nthat lack the strength in jaw
\nto speak out or chew upon
\nanother daily headline of
\nanother corrupt institution –
\nfailing in moral and character.
\nIt is one thing to have fault,
\nyet another to continue the cycle of it.<\/p>\n
The world, an unholy empire
\nbuilt upon the backs of popular vote
\nand someone else’s work
\nfor none consider a change in habit
\nand that fact is cause to salivate
\nwhere corporations pay homage
\nto the next candidate
\nwith a vote of confidence
\nand clandestine bribery
\nto adjust tax brackets
\nand let it ride
\nthe coattails of mudslinging,
\nensuring the victory- a campaign of hate
\nand the blatant traces of facade.
\nLord, hear our prayer
\nas we cry to heaven
\nas countries vie to expand
\ntheir attention upon expounding dominance
\nof yet another land-
\nnot a battle of wits, but a measuring stick.<\/p>\n
In a world where the appetite for power replaces
\nthe wealth of knowledge
\nand subterfuge, loopholes, and manipulation
\nbecomes the goalpost-
\nwe neglect to realize that
\nwisdom and education is our fountain of youth
\nas opposed to the artificial cosmetics
\naffixed unnaturally to
\nthe beauty of imperfection.
\nThe world craves attention,
\nyet goes about it in the wrong way
\nfor we fill our bellies with materialism
\nand the next best thing
\ncomparison to who has the best new what
\ninstead of filling our hearts
\nwith love that has become
\nso fleeting in this cruel world.
\nLord, hear our cries
\nas deep within the hollow
\nwe know the truth-
\na candle lit in memoriam
\nfor the faith and hope that many have lost
\nas circumstances have much want to improve
\nThey’re snuffed out and dimmed by
\nthe shadows of suits and power plays
\nas we believe our father and not our Father
\nknows best…<\/p>\n
As jealousy and envy pave the road
\nto our own demise-
\ncompetition became a war
\nborne of death, destruction, and ego
\nas it collides with faltering self-worth;
\nan uprising as the neglect to our own talents
\nleaves us no room for improvement
\nto highlight how intricate and substantial
\neach soul truly is and what
\nwe as individuals can contribute
\nas we play to our strengths.
\nThis has become a realm where
\npride wires shut the mouths
\nand ties the tongue in knots-
\na place where assumptions rule opinion
\nand emotion becomes fact
\nand not felt
\nThe world a gameshow
\nwhere the winner takes all
\nand leaves behind no crumbs to those
\nwho break their backs
\nand hearts to survive.<\/p>\n
Lord Father, hear our cries to heaven
\nand bestow upon us Your righteous hand
\nshield us from the growing savagery
\nand crack open the tomb of our hearts,
\nuplift our broken spirits
\nthat have shattered upon the rocks
\nthrown through every window
\nof our lives.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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