Friday, December 10, 2010

Why I Wrote "At The Table"

I know that we are in pain...not the "I feel your pain" shit.



I want to know what it is...


Dont you want to let it go?


Dont you see someone besides yourself that is in pain?


Dont you want to take it from them?






We need each other...its not like it or not...its a different choice.






How long can we endure alone?


Our division has weakened us. Lack of unity has become our Kryptonite!


There isnt a Superman coming to save us!


Enlightenment isnt a thought...its an understanding of what YOU must do.


We need to come out of our heads and come to the table.


It is far easier to be us...than continue to be...me.



Superman-Five For Fighting



I can’t stand to fly

I’m not that naive

I’m just out to find

The better part of me



I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane

More than some pretty face beside a train

It’s not easy to be me



Wish that I could cry

Fall upon my knees

Find a way to lie

About a home I’ll never see



It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive

Even heroes have the right to bleed

I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede

Even heroes have the right to dream

It’s not easy to be me



Up, up and away...away from me

It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight

I’m not crazy...or anything...



I can’t stand to fly

I’m not that naive

Men weren’t meant to ride

With clouds between their knees



I’m only a man in a silly red sheet

Digging for kryptonite on this one way street

Only a man in a funny red sheet

Looking for special things inside of me

Inside of me

Inside me

Yeah, inside me

Inside of me



I’m only a man

In a funny red sheet

I’m only a man

Looking for a dream



I’m only a man

In a funny red sheet

And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...



Its not easy to be me

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Inspired by the pain of an empath.

At the table of pain comes the crap of soul be it.

Butt from it all we meet in the depths of earth.

This table of plenty gives more than a long way home.

It is not sweet emotion in a police car when the driver of your fate claims the same old song and dance.

We are and forever will be connected to the thread...silk like...the pattern of us and we.

Do you? Does we? Have our concern at heart? This my contribution...at the table of plenty.

The connection to us WE answer your answer.

Don't get SARS...sad at rather simple...because we are never alone when together.

You and us make them...

Peace brother and others!!!

We are here to surprize!!!

Krypto and his knights of satin w/silk roll out the red carpet for we to fly above the naive.

I want change. I want the need for change and conclude never to want less.

Anom A Lous