Persist to Resist the Kiss
Concubines complain
can’t have the fifteen minutes of fame,
before you start comparing,
trying to shame the name.
The world is so big,
The world is so wide,
There is room for everyone;
choose to ride the wave or the tide.
It’s the Judas kiss
It’s the Judas kiss
that keep calling your name
so hard for you to resist.
Traveling over the by-ways,
trying to do it sideways;
no one pays attention
to the struggles, methods or tension.
Some over achievers jump,
go through mini hoops;
others climb mountains
photographing the proofs.
Many trace footprints in the sand,
filling up many blank stare rooms;
wearing hats featured as a pandering man
seeking to spread gossip of perpetual doom.
It’s the Judas kiss,
It’s the Judas kiss,
keep call your name;
you can’t even resist.
Peace is not calling,
delusion is prowling,
look is bleaker for the seeker.
Scrawling faces, taunting stares.
Blasphemic mockers,
screaming and hollering,
pulling at that same old tree;
prostrate it keep falling on me.
It’s the Judas kiss,
It’s the Judas kiss,
still calling your name
as you push to resist.
Proceed up the winding blinding staircase
toward the glowing light is the race;
power that Be has ordained grace
not neglecting to set the pace.
The ground will shake,
mountains dare to quake;
earth shattering winds burst
now parts the planets stakes.
Onward, outward, make no mistake,
on point to the positive push to persist;
Judas kiss dare not continue to exist
as millennium boomers cross boundaries to co-exist.
It’s the Judas kiss
It’s the Judas kiss
make no mistake it’s called life
you must resist!
