"Beauty" by Silver Tongue Charlie Wilson

Another of Charlie's sublimely primal spiritual spoken word pieces.
Charlie's blog: https://charlequin23.wordpress.com

LYRICS:
I wish I could burn beauty on the page,
And turn my rage,
Into vistas of wonder.

I’d turn these words into ribbons of hope,
And offer them out to the starving masses.

I’d turn,
The tide of the world;
I’d lift up every person,
And wrap them safe,
And show them words,
Like truth and love,
Are more than mere sign posts.

I’d rip out the belly of the beast,
Of this grimy, grizzly economic machine,
That sucks the life of the manual labourer,
And starves the children of Africa.

I’d make it clean,
And make it new,
And give it all,
To you and you,
And you and you,
And you and you.

I’d bring the light of the soul,
To those sleeping rough and out in the cold,
I’d bring anything to bear,
To hear them say,
‘I have a place here’.

Sometimes I get swallowed in despair,
A lascivious tongue that licks me clean,
Showing wounds that stand there raw.

Every hour I ask for more,
Every hour I call for power,
To stand up in the world,
And radiate,
And be the change,
And lead by action,
A leading light in evolution,
Of loving consciousness.

Standing on the edge,
Of drastic change,
All that is strange,
Blows away in the wind,
Hear the cries,
As the old world dies,
Breaking through the bullshit,
Reaching through the tarmac,
Like a tree in the city,
Reaching for
Organic life.

Give me something real,
Something to believe in,
Air that we can breathe in,
Deep and true,
That fills our lungs,
With god’s
honest goodness.

Not this toxic plastic,
Throwaway disposable,
Life in 3-D,
HD TV,
I-Phone distraction,
Pushing buttons,
Virtual reality,
Living zombies,
Consuming the Earth,
And slowly dying,
One moment at a time.

Break the mould,
And crack the shell,
And bend with a blowing wind.

Kindness is contagious,
And everything you’ve asked for,
Is coming, coming, coming.