Why?

Why do we have a need to completely feel important?,
all I can see is that greed causes distortion,
what is it to be rich, why can't we just have enough?,
why do we keep taking more, when we should be promoting love?

Why do we obey, the laws that they enact?,
when about ethics, they don't give a crap?,
why should I give up my rights, to the police who roam the streets?,
when all they've become are elitist mercenaries?

While the middle class is forced into criminalistic behaviour,
why can't we stand together, and target the enabler?,
why do we fall, for the lies of those with money?,
it's propaganda across the board, I know, I've done the studies.

We have to unite,
against this oppression,
it is disconcerting to see,
so many fall to their deception.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110119

Love... a feeling so great

Love is,
what you percieve it to be,
I choose to see it as divine ecstacy,
a feeling so great,
it surrounds your soul,
a sensation so pure,
the encaptulation makes you whole,
what is love?,
something you can't describe,
but once it's acquired,
you can see it through the eyes.
Something you can't give away,
one can only share,
trying to hide it in yourself,
causes dispair and continuous nightmares.
You don't know that you have it,
until you really do,
the fabricated illusion of love,
is what twists us from being true.
I can't show you what it is,
I can't project its properties,
it is a sensation you can only feel,
when it floods your entire being.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110113

Ground floor

I think I'll become an illegal alien,
in the United Distastes of logical craniums,
so I can be insanium,
where the constitution hasn't been maimed enough,
where chemtrails are sprayed and stuff,
and neo-cons are praised with love,
questions of wmd are ignored abrupt.

Seeing is not believing,
until you see Iraqi children's eyes bleeding,
and you keep proceeding,
to infect innocent civilians to believing,
your propaganda is failing the test,
there are 99% of us,
and you are the rest,
there are many sheep,
but more and more are standing strong,
I'm with my brothers in arms now,
and it is you who are standing wrong.
Think for a second,
being the CEO in a high-rise as a liar,
there are 99% of us,
surrounding the building lighting the ground floor on fire.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20120111

Natural abilities

I'm a child of love,
an immaculate conception,
we're not born with deception,
designed for full blown ascension,
it's the human condition that needs to be abolished and corrected,
we're all apprentices,
complete with multiple senses,
and abilities,
but our frailty is instilled religiously with uncertainty,
and we need to fight back,
we'll have the last laugh,
when we realize vaccines aren't as important as our fuckin' ass cracks,
look at the facts,
see,
we all have visions,
but we don't believe them,
cause we're told it's satanism,
criticism,
is what we need to show,
we're attacked from all sides,
not allowing our natural love to grow,
I know,
this is hard to believe,
but believe you me,
the decease of our abilities is due to corrupt non-existent democracy,
in our dreams,
our potential is observed,
as hairs stand up on your neck,
rest assured this is a sense,
believe it as your last word.
Have deja-vu?,
everyone does,
this is an ability you have,
that they claim as psychotic so they drug,
think you've seen the future,
why not trust it for what it is,
they are only irrelevant disorders,
if you believe their blindfolded and brainwashed shit.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20120111

Iraq's aftermath

hello America,
the lies you're fed are right up my alley,
I've stood for truth,
and worked for silicon valley,
let's rally,
the lies are so apparent,
the awareness will repair us and will continue to fucking swear it,
look at the corporate disease,
it doesn't please me,
it is as infectious as can be,
realistically,
where is the wealth going,
the economy is slowing,
but that's just the bankers way to say that in hell it is snowing,
blow me,
give me an opportunity to stand,
in the face of a belligerent political man,
and see if he can,
deal with our wrath,
as I tie a noose around his neck,
and send his kid's ass to Iraq's aftermath,
yes I have anger,
and yes I have hate,
but when the 99% really stand up,
we'll be wielding war mongering corporate arms,
as we send M203 grenades through your garden gates.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111221

Golden parachute

Please help dear god, my parachute won't open,
I'm consumed with humanity's commotion,
and am drowning in emotions,
devotion,
isn't something I'll have for you,
but if you let politicians away with murder,
you can help me too,
I do,
the best I can for all of humanity,
I put blankets and food in the streets,
so what if I spit profanity,
why are the rich getting richer,
as our citizens collapse?,
if you were real,
perhaps you should get off your ass,
uranium showers,
millions of innocent dead,
perhaps religion should be attacked,
while we desire to lop off government heads,
don't do anything,
I don't expect you will,
this is just another Christmas,
while children starve as the rich eat on the taxpayers bill.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111221

Every single day

I stand to inheret a whole lot of nothingness,
but the love of my family,
which is gold of blisss that I've missed,
the realness,
of the start,
but this passion and desire is straght from the heart,
I love you homie,
wouldn't be myself without you,
from tying shoes,
jailhouse blues...
we've always been a crew,
we've managed to stay together,
through our own rough patches,
never geven up on hope,
and our love is everlating,
I've been procrastinating... it's in my nature,
I felt your pain as a child and teenager,
I saw the glass shell,
and how your pain became to mass,
and even with the vacancy I went through,
I loved your hopeless ass,
it's crass,
I know,
so I hope you can see the hope I have in you bro,
sometimes cold,
but I always had your back,
even on crack and self hate enacted,
I never gave up hope for the positive actions of my brother,
who was also a poor fatherless bastard,
I see your growth,
and I'm so very proud,
when we aren't One,
I'm not bound to say it out loud...
these aren't my best words,
just a quick burst,
the story is in the works,
containing my feelings of us being out.

I love you brother,
and just wanted to say,
that I wake glowing knowing you're correcting mistakes every singe day.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111211