Black is Brutally Boring

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Prattle."

The reminiscent growl of plagiarized indignance circulates about the masonry jungle like the grating wind whipping thru an earthquaken canyon scornfully eroded by neglect.

The cavernous depths of this primitive debilitation echo relentlessly; beyond respect and reason at ills never healed, it manifests as a choking desperation, a silent chained despair and ignoble surrender.

Incorrigible hatred, clouded by ignorance, unassailable as a granite peak, storms down upon the meek and burns with a fire so dark, carving rifts in the collective rainbow psyche of us all.

This overwhelming scent of Gorgon brothers, double-standardized in guilt bounce their bravado through fields of perceived principle and laugh as in secrecy.

In truth we tire of the droning selfishness -- we know of difficulty, we know of predators and prejudice; yet we also know of tactful perseverance, we know of the seedling growing to an oak against all odds, and we see and forebear -- not as martyrs but as understanding integrating beings respecting our relative insignificance as a small part of a greater whole where we seek no separation.

Our goals are truly One -- redirect your energy to Creation -- use your power and physical prowess in harmony with those of us who can help you -- we can dance on fire and walk on water all in the same day…