
my personal creative outlet
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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."
--Aristotle
Perfect World
1993
All the water blue, all the sky blue
While mommies sit and watch their children play
Trees and Leaves green, all the air clean
As daddies leave to make their money for the day
Animals were free, everybody free
Inexistent war, no side to pick or choose
Everyone could eat and had somewhere to sleep
Nothing racial, no genocidal news
But with a hammer and some nails
From this perfect world we build our own cell
Where every thing is black as we drown in our disease
And we climb our mountains of trash beyond out acid-rained out trees
And we’ll live and live goes on in this perfect world we plan
We carve and still complain, but who else can we blame
It’s created by the hand of man
Mother Earth forgive me, there’s truth in what I seek
I tried to find the real world, and hated every thing around
Oh Great Spirit hear me, the truth is what I seek
I tried to find my real self, and hated everything I found
With all that stands in front of me, no reason to these why’s
The only truth that I can see
How do I make a bigger lie
Where everything is black as we drown in our disease
And we climb our mountains of trash beyond our acid rained out trees
But we live and life goes on in this perfect world we plan
To carve and still complain, but who else do we blame
It’s created by the hand of man
© 2012 by Rhea C. Cryingwolf