This Imaginary Life -Part 2 (The Nurture of)
Born naked, die clothed the un-blossoming of a rose a small miracle, yet untold schooled nurtured, rise, rose.
You're existing in this space between being born and self-demise you're not here to fund their lifestyle through toil in your lifetime
Un-shackled this structured wealth spend happiness to inspire health prosperity is redefined seek richness for health of mind.
Don't be misinformed or miseducated you'll be blinkered, bound, and lost conditioned, and then be burdened to you carry that old, rugged cross.
A crown of thorns rests upon his head but it's your footprint in the sand it's your will and your self-sacrifice that will build this promised land. As Disciples you serve or follow and there’s a glass ceiling in the sky to ensure your false icon status if you question the word but question why.
Put people back into boxes tell them what they need to hear snipers point the finger to indifference it’s the paragon of righteous fear.
Our language becomes electrified shock and awe dominants the day it's the indecency of being human as our ugliness targets easy prey.
There's concern about freeloading free phones and lack of jobs streets are filled with ex serving soldiers, that are homeless when demobbed.
Those vulnerable become dependent while the dealers they ply their trade HMP rubs its hands together Its human profits for the jails.
It’s the system that's been created to keep the mass of us in line look through annals of our history it's repeated time after time.
There are blind spots of emotion intelligence is now become AI intolerance is armed, aimed and dangerous, fired like a missile media lie.
Those tic toc politicians post their manifesto on social media feeds the algorithms it’s now got you the phycology, of what you think you need.
These are actions of dictators words are vulgar, they dominate the indecision of our diplomacy has caused a world of ours to stagnate.
Privilege stands upon a pedestal generational flags are cast while the history of war is remembered popularity is at half-mast.
There is a sense of re-patriation as those reformed appoint the blame once elected the far-right whispers lick its lips and lives are not the same.
And you think you're a player now but it's you, you're just getting played there is hatred taking over here comes a world of pain.
Philip Stevens
Sun 15th Jun 2025 10:24
Hi Ray the punctuation is for the delivery, and performance, and helps me memorise the piece. There are three parts to this and this, the second part will change the tempo..so, that's why I have put so much punctuation.