Our bowels are ripped away at birth We no longer have say The Night defines our daysWe are no longer

we hardly ever ask why anymore

We have further been boxed in The silence of fear loudly grips The knowing of putcomes etched So much stale in our dust balls invasive and gathering in our carpets of lies we now spread / believe we stopped asking questions in Respect Now in retrospect for feelings that express Our most basic flaws that need air To soooo be aired out and far out The being polite has no meaning at all We no longer grab the spoon that feeds us We are no longer taught cursive but to curse Algorithims are now arranged by others TO derail us, contain us, annul us That impulse once so immediate to question soooo erased from us free as a concept but no truth in our new arranged realities lost ties buried pasts when did the stars start to draw us farther apart? We are no longer anywhere on stage Separated from ourselves, forced By so much outside noise, so preen and go crane our necks out far strain To allow our ears to hear what they may our time was way back ehen we were as Children spoon fed to believe in ourselves those precious moments not tied to Our phones when we'd roam on our own Fall from our self imagined thrones Of perfection to our envisioning a world so scripted for and by us Companies now prey on us to buy them but before all that money power grab we had pure hope back roaming frisbee throwing without a profound outline of failure, Feeling so deep of abject holes in us Never to succeed only to bleed on our own Only hope for us so pervasive so not true Yet media and social behaviors now our only oaths our only missions to be valid yes like stamping our time cards and paid less Than we actually worked their systems of keeping Our time and us tidy for their certain Profits not a care or thought or pay In any way for us being well no no no That was not what Scripture means men and women and children too really was to be For us put on this earth to only work And that is to work hard for them! Don't start fooling ourselves we no Longer may have dream for a better life Not only not for ourselves but for our Children, too, we are no longer yes capable , or more to the point , allowed Anymore to think or act for ourselves That once "if" is now " no way mister!" Get on out there and show us your blister Then and only then will you be alive to us! Tony early 3:58 am now Saturday September 6, 2025 dark outside it is rough and still needs editing , i know, will fix, but just now i read it and made short videos of me doing so, all in the rough, and in the gruff, in the tumble and grip the taw the untamed true creatures we teally are when unedited unpolished - JUST US!

I could not liad the last two videos as they are too long and I will have to make three instead of teo videos now to finish!!Aaaarrttggghhhh the creative process and completion! Tony 9/6/2025 10:30am now! getting there! It is a process!