Lome Marsupial/Leemonster creations

 from the heart is better
than propaganda, than falsity.
Raw delivery of the soul.
If you had to do it all alone all along
and still thrive through,
there are others that get handmedowns every second of the way.
They're pent up to care about ego and image and all this and that.

These people don't give you
a fucking chance
so you better take that chance
because they'll judge you anyway
just to live life easy
but they'll die after a life
of doing nothing to face the strain
of self-change and  self-development
and it's an easy out
if  you're their allibi
because they've got one another
along the way
with doing nothing at all
to harbor a direct current interaction
with soul consciousness.

And they're plastic
plastic platic
new agers
and fashion witches
and turn the other cheek christians
and the spiritualists and so on.

realness of the soul
scares the fuck out of them
because a mandatory check
comes into the visage
of all their rulesets
to their cults and discriminations.

There is so much potential

but you live in this little heaving college town
where brain development and the soul force
are not at the forefront at all
and every crescent of a corner
has promoters and gatekeepers
who think things that are not of the common commotion
of public image and daily news cycles
are a threat to their griphold on creating narratives.
They're spoiled and do the same things
again and again and again and again and again
and what if something new comes along?
They say they want change and to embrace the "different"
no, they try to crush it and ostracize it if it does not
fit into it being bent or politicized. 
and I shine a fire through that bullshit.
I've been fought every damn way every which way
from home life to public and social
and still find a way to make it or to craft
or to remember whatever lessons guided from
and some just plain can't stand that
I am still standing.