Imagine my voice over a million radios/
Saying what knowledge i have to those who dont know/
Imagine a million people standing up for they believe in/
Causing the balance between negative and positive to become uneven/
Imagine sickness and death obsolete the right way/
Imagine the human race traveling through time and space in space trains/
The future of mankind defeating pollution and acid rain/
and the human eyes that will someday see the passing of stars as he accerates/
Through the galaxy as electronic frequency manipulates/
Object construction through teleradiographic design which will obliterate/
all that stands between advanced mass reconstruction and duplex substrates/
Imagine the proper human DNA configuration for advanced computer to brain integration/
Imagine the future needs/
only through peace/
Imagine the infinite possibilities............
By: John C Loera
April 21, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The Master of Genetics Alter of Truth
The master of genetics alter of truth/
These are the words evaporating from my mind for you:/
To say the least i have this beast inside of me/
I choose to feast as the winds blow strong from west to the east/
upon the souls of my fellow kin, so there is plenty to eat/
only for as long as the sun shines on top of me/
Because it gives me energy in which i absorb to defeat the enemies/
so bright, the light, a metaphor for what is going on inside of me/
to fight, for what is right/
taunting,is the power to escape to an alternate reality/
of unimaginable beliefs with money trees/
but i accept the fact that at any time death shall become of me/
Time allows me the time, to remind those in lies/
the truth that spiritual expression cannot be denied/
power in numbers with contemporary beliefs will always thrive/
and cause all others without will power to exhaust and die/
Behold the mold that grows will overthrow the old/
Master of genetics i resume to what shall be told/
Be golden, be bold......
because i know i want to be left in a permanent slumber/
under the thick leaves of a abnormal tree in the summer/
in space and time left to peace, with the imagination forever creating reality.....
By John C. Loera
April 21, 2009
These are the words evaporating from my mind for you:/
To say the least i have this beast inside of me/
I choose to feast as the winds blow strong from west to the east/
upon the souls of my fellow kin, so there is plenty to eat/
only for as long as the sun shines on top of me/
Because it gives me energy in which i absorb to defeat the enemies/
so bright, the light, a metaphor for what is going on inside of me/
to fight, for what is right/
taunting,is the power to escape to an alternate reality/
of unimaginable beliefs with money trees/
but i accept the fact that at any time death shall become of me/
Time allows me the time, to remind those in lies/
the truth that spiritual expression cannot be denied/
power in numbers with contemporary beliefs will always thrive/
and cause all others without will power to exhaust and die/
Behold the mold that grows will overthrow the old/
Master of genetics i resume to what shall be told/
Be golden, be bold......
because i know i want to be left in a permanent slumber/
under the thick leaves of a abnormal tree in the summer/
in space and time left to peace, with the imagination forever creating reality.....
By John C. Loera
April 21, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Same Daze
Everyday seems to be same/
Look at darkness gather over my eyes/
It’s the clouds, all around; it’s the same, the rain!
Coming down, leaving dark stains, and covering my minds frame.
I walk truly, through this life, reminding myself its real/
Not a movie, so with a government collapse; who will save me?
Will I be strong enough to endure? Or will I struggle to live and be poor?
The days fly by and i try to keep my memories fresh with every pass.
I want to fly high above the clouds/
With the only possible way to look is down, and see everything that is around/
Because I have dismissed all possible achievements as completed/
Someday, someday I will have achieved this.
The goal is possible only through struggle, because without that there is no gain/
People don’t like pain, so they are afraid, and say exactly what I said/
That every day feels the same/
I can understand why, but how can you ever learn if you don’t try?
So I trample over time with my actions, constantly making it happen/
Yesterday will always be the past and the cause for today/
But no matter what/
Everyday is still the same day, unless what you did yesterday caused some type of change.
BY: John C. Loera
April 16,2009
Look at darkness gather over my eyes/
It’s the clouds, all around; it’s the same, the rain!
Coming down, leaving dark stains, and covering my minds frame.
I walk truly, through this life, reminding myself its real/
Not a movie, so with a government collapse; who will save me?
Will I be strong enough to endure? Or will I struggle to live and be poor?
The days fly by and i try to keep my memories fresh with every pass.
I want to fly high above the clouds/
With the only possible way to look is down, and see everything that is around/
Because I have dismissed all possible achievements as completed/
Someday, someday I will have achieved this.
The goal is possible only through struggle, because without that there is no gain/
People don’t like pain, so they are afraid, and say exactly what I said/
That every day feels the same/
I can understand why, but how can you ever learn if you don’t try?
So I trample over time with my actions, constantly making it happen/
Yesterday will always be the past and the cause for today/
But no matter what/
Everyday is still the same day, unless what you did yesterday caused some type of change.
BY: John C. Loera
April 16,2009
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