The Unheard Views Vol. 1-3
The Unheard Views Trilogy. Vol. 1-3
By Luke B-Quist
Volume 1
Unseen pupils blink, throughout this blank atmosphere
Voicing opinions of old times to take you back a year
Dropping tears of knowledge that ears cannot bear to hear
While onlookers dream of America without a fear...
Verbal discussions prove worthless..
And political figures curse this...
To whom can take and revert bliss?...
And rise to it the public surface?...
Speed quickens as heartbeats stop, forget, and lose a beat
Can you control a persons mind or will you soon retreat?
Take what they teach you in life, and dispose your grief
Form own opinions and views so life will not repeat
Open new paths to bound, so time wont get rewound
Put one foot in front of the other, careful, dont make a sound
Unheard views collide and slam with one another around
As kids get ingored and youth knowledge seems to change profound
Volume 2
Teens grow with a forced image of blind, blank ignorance
But adults choose to refuse truth, and pretend they can't picture this
Minds spread with denial that youth can't comprehend life
Where in reality beings craniums just cant comprehend strife
My views go ignored and travel in minds and throughout
As I create opinions, feed myself knowledge and spit it back out
I try to relate experiences so I am prooved as one of a kind
Spitting my poetic anthologies as my mind and tounge unwind
Life...a locked up book waiting for you to unpick the cages
You need to fill in details, plots, stories, and continue pages
Why can't beings comprehend the complexity of my train of thought?
Are human senses too bland to admit something they have been taught?
I dont know an answer but I strive on for one to appear
Reader please continue with me, as I enscribe this unknown fear...
Volume 3
My poet's pen has almost dried, im running out of ink
I must consume as much views as my mind can handle to think
Flow is now out of the question, I need straight facts and truth
For ignorance among your peers is common from the youth
Verbal woes are not the lessons I chose, so why are they here?
Whom can I trust with poetry? For unheard views is not a fear
Tears bleed a river from pupils dispersing inner thoughts
While kids take underground essence, grip tightly and drop
Poetry, its the essence of life in a rythmatic art form
I forlorn you inconsieveable beings with your reward
These thoughts will go unheard, for minds cannot read under...
the obvious translation that these lyrics uncover.
