Post by Steven Castillo on Jun 30, 2010 9:22:59 GMT -5
Nature of Man
What in man motivates him to detract from his course?
Detract and become obsessed with love?
What causes a man to love?
Why do we elevate our lover to heights transcended of our goals?
Do we detract because we’ve found someone that loves us?
Or do we detract because we want to be loved?
I say that man leaves his chosen path because he needs it
He needs the attention of his chosen mate.
We are insignificant beings in the grand cosmos of the universe
Many of us realize this early on.
So we strive to be the center of someone’s universe.
We hunt and crave for romance not because society tells us to
But because it’s the only way to avoid being crushed
Crushed by the magnanimity of being a grain of sand
A grain of sand on the shore of the universe
I saw we become obsessed with love to quench our inferiority
Kings and Tyrants, Murderers and Lovers they’re not so different
Kings benevolently rule to bring happiness and prosperity to their people
They do it for fame, glory, riches, and to be remembered soundless throughout time.
Tyrants kill and destroy to carve a kingdom of their own
They do it for power, glory, fame and riches, to be remembered flawlessly throughout time.
Murderers kill for the pleasure of the act, to bring themselves satisfaction
Does not the lover love for the pleasure of the act, and bring them happiness?
Man does what he does for self-gratification; it is society that labels them.
No man can possess the hubris to champion the universe It’s incompressible.
Yet I am possessed of a hubris that rivals the gods, I would dear to champion gods.
Why do you ask? Because I am helpless poet? No
It is because I am a helpless romantic, a love-struck man.
Ah love that sweet bliss ever innocent and corrupting.
It motivates men’s faith to waver, their courage to falter.
Makes man wish to move mountains, drain oceans and fill valleys.
End world hunger, bring global peace, and unite the world under one faith.
Yes I too am like you, helplessly and romantically in love.
I stumper and stumble, I wish I had a better grasp of the tongue!
Oh how I wish I could better grasp the tongue!
If only I could better speak, better express myself.
She’d better understand me and I wouldn’t seem like a buffoon.
Then maybe just maybe the world would snap back in place.
My heart and soul abandon me; they take flight trying to reach love.
The swirling mist of creation and destruction float in my head.
How to word those perfect thoughts is lost.
Love that aphrodisiac, that temptress, that destroyer.
The perfect serene it brings and takes away causes confusion
I, like ever man have found love. A love beyond word
A love beyond the comprehension of the grand scheme of the universe
It moves and crushes me like an ocean; it gives me clarity of thought only in utter chaos.
What in man motivates him to detract from his course?
Detract and become obsessed with love?
What causes a man to love?
Why do we elevate our lover to heights transcended of our goals?
Do we detract because we’ve found someone that loves us?
Or do we detract because we want to be loved?
I say that man leaves his chosen path because he needs it
He needs the attention of his chosen mate.
We are insignificant beings in the grand cosmos of the universe
Many of us realize this early on.
So we strive to be the center of someone’s universe.
We hunt and crave for romance not because society tells us to
But because it’s the only way to avoid being crushed
Crushed by the magnanimity of being a grain of sand
A grain of sand on the shore of the universe
I saw we become obsessed with love to quench our inferiority
Kings and Tyrants, Murderers and Lovers they’re not so different
Kings benevolently rule to bring happiness and prosperity to their people
They do it for fame, glory, riches, and to be remembered soundless throughout time.
Tyrants kill and destroy to carve a kingdom of their own
They do it for power, glory, fame and riches, to be remembered flawlessly throughout time.
Murderers kill for the pleasure of the act, to bring themselves satisfaction
Does not the lover love for the pleasure of the act, and bring them happiness?
Man does what he does for self-gratification; it is society that labels them.
No man can possess the hubris to champion the universe It’s incompressible.
Yet I am possessed of a hubris that rivals the gods, I would dear to champion gods.
Why do you ask? Because I am helpless poet? No
It is because I am a helpless romantic, a love-struck man.
Ah love that sweet bliss ever innocent and corrupting.
It motivates men’s faith to waver, their courage to falter.
Makes man wish to move mountains, drain oceans and fill valleys.
End world hunger, bring global peace, and unite the world under one faith.
Yes I too am like you, helplessly and romantically in love.
I stumper and stumble, I wish I had a better grasp of the tongue!
Oh how I wish I could better grasp the tongue!
If only I could better speak, better express myself.
She’d better understand me and I wouldn’t seem like a buffoon.
Then maybe just maybe the world would snap back in place.
My heart and soul abandon me; they take flight trying to reach love.
The swirling mist of creation and destruction float in my head.
How to word those perfect thoughts is lost.
Love that aphrodisiac, that temptress, that destroyer.
The perfect serene it brings and takes away causes confusion
I, like ever man have found love. A love beyond word
A love beyond the comprehension of the grand scheme of the universe
It moves and crushes me like an ocean; it gives me clarity of thought only in utter chaos.