Fester
Jedi
Frustration Revelation
I must find a way- find the solution
answering the endless confusion
there must be some absolution
to save me from this destitution
I must fill my heart with resolution
or wind up in an institution
when despair and anger reach their fusion
touching off an inner revolution…
- or is it just a complex delusion?
I may not survive this desperation
in a box in line for cremation
I hope I won’t suffer damnation
for my search for salvation
my heart is filled with love’s conflagration
but doesn’t provide an education
on how to win love’s confrontation
so I end up back in isolation…
- slowly dying of frustration.
Which puts my mind into depression
my heart trapped in its repression
suffering from unspoken confession
seeking a way of expression
searching I get the strong impression
that life will give out no concession
to help relieve this burning obsession
I wish I could seek with less discretion…
- gotta stop thinking. Let’s have a session.
And I am filled with increasing tension
as I achieve comprehension
of the way most people use pretension
To conceal their personal intention
I try to explain- I get condescension
from people I love I get contention
if this goes on there’ll be no prevention
to stop my soul from its ascension…
- and my heart is filled with apprehension.
And my mind is filled with trepedition 18-10-98
- must force my heart into submission
guided only by intuition
my life must be my own composition
to make my dreams achieve fruition
this is my goal, my holy mission
no need to seek another’s permission
or time to offer any contrition…
- no room for these things and my vision.
So offer me no provocation
you can’t fool me with indignation
I see through you- your conversation
clearly shows your reservation
but that’s okay- discrimination
familiar to me and my generation
only bolsters determination
ignoring all intimidation…
- no more to suffer deprivation.
So on I search, without explanation
for when I’ve broken communication
I need to give no validation
a closed mind is like asphyxiation
don’t bother me with condemnation
you don’t have the real information
becomes nothing but verbal masturbation
to excuse you from the realisation…
- your life is a waste, a desolation.
But if it’s any consolation
there’ll be a day of jubilation
when dreams and life reach consummation
a source of global excitation
You’ll need no special invitation
the world will share holistic elation
our only hope for continuation
this blindingly simple revelation…
- We are gods, our lives, celebration.
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this one's a bit messy as far as the metre or timing goes, but I think it still works, kinda... it was composed differently, too. I simply started by listing rhyming words with similar suffixes (-ation, -ution, -ition, etc.) then just arranged them as I saw fit at the time.
I must find a way- find the solution
answering the endless confusion
there must be some absolution
to save me from this destitution
I must fill my heart with resolution
or wind up in an institution
when despair and anger reach their fusion
touching off an inner revolution…
- or is it just a complex delusion?
I may not survive this desperation
in a box in line for cremation
I hope I won’t suffer damnation
for my search for salvation
my heart is filled with love’s conflagration
but doesn’t provide an education
on how to win love’s confrontation
so I end up back in isolation…
- slowly dying of frustration.
Which puts my mind into depression
my heart trapped in its repression
suffering from unspoken confession
seeking a way of expression
searching I get the strong impression
that life will give out no concession
to help relieve this burning obsession
I wish I could seek with less discretion…
- gotta stop thinking. Let’s have a session.
And I am filled with increasing tension
as I achieve comprehension
of the way most people use pretension
To conceal their personal intention
I try to explain- I get condescension
from people I love I get contention
if this goes on there’ll be no prevention
to stop my soul from its ascension…
- and my heart is filled with apprehension.
And my mind is filled with trepedition 18-10-98
- must force my heart into submission
guided only by intuition
my life must be my own composition
to make my dreams achieve fruition
this is my goal, my holy mission
no need to seek another’s permission
or time to offer any contrition…
- no room for these things and my vision.
So offer me no provocation
you can’t fool me with indignation
I see through you- your conversation
clearly shows your reservation
but that’s okay- discrimination
familiar to me and my generation
only bolsters determination
ignoring all intimidation…
- no more to suffer deprivation.
So on I search, without explanation
for when I’ve broken communication
I need to give no validation
a closed mind is like asphyxiation
don’t bother me with condemnation
you don’t have the real information
becomes nothing but verbal masturbation
to excuse you from the realisation…
- your life is a waste, a desolation.
But if it’s any consolation
there’ll be a day of jubilation
when dreams and life reach consummation
a source of global excitation
You’ll need no special invitation
the world will share holistic elation
our only hope for continuation
this blindingly simple revelation…
- We are gods, our lives, celebration.
**************************************************
this one's a bit messy as far as the metre or timing goes, but I think it still works, kinda... it was composed differently, too. I simply started by listing rhyming words with similar suffixes (-ation, -ution, -ition, etc.) then just arranged them as I saw fit at the time.
