“Top of the World”

i love this piece. this is my worded essence. enjoy.

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© 2003I climbed to the top of the world and stood in awe
As my eyes erased civilization from tainting a beauty underrated.
This was my escape.
I evaded the blatant flaw of human nature that tries to change this,
But the weight lifts off my shoulders as I breathe in
The pristine monument of grassy fields and purple mountains.
And now I can roar and shout with the king of the jungle
Instead of having to hold back and mumble
Profane curses spoken underneath my breath,
‘Cause this is where perfection is set as the standard way of living.
It ain’t worth takin’ when I’m willfully giving
Glorified insinuations to the ornaments of divine demonstrations
That decorate our cherished blue skies,
Though the hues abuse the truth when viewed through the naked human eye,
‘Cause the fruited plains overstep the implicit parameters
We’ve named a democracy.
The only hypocrisy in man’s attempt to recapture
These phenomenal inspirations
Is that I have to pay the rate of a daily fee
In order to appreciate these so-called preservations.
But the price I’d pay to be able to stand atop
A volcano’s mouth and hear its respiration is indefinite.
A waterfall is too delicate for mortal dreams
To freefall in to without losing control,
‘Cause up here, the reason to being is much more sacred
And far more deadly than losing your soul.
Now, I can continue to pay my dues with reality checks,
But what I wanna know is the reality meant
When the first pioneers caught a glimpse of these shadowed silhouettes
And these worth-more-than-gold majesties.
I know such marvelous dreams could blind even an angel
Into thinking his children would allow any malicious fallacy
To trespass against his belief of utopian societies
Coinciding within this bountiful land,
‘Cause to me, there’s no such thing as supply and demand when it comes to
The intellectual level gigantic redwoods enlighten me to find.
I can achieve an inner peace of mind whenever I choose to rendezvous with
solitude and promenade through nimbus and cirrus and cumulus clouds.
Thunderstorms prove there could never be a silence too loud
For a zephyr’s quixotic soliloquy to reverberate without causing confusion.
And unlike the photo of a model, constellations and muses
Don’t require the use of computer graphics for an airbrushed illusion.
But the most breath-taking union is the slow-motion movement
Of a sunrise and moonset over snowcaps and white-crested waves,
Reigning supreme and revealing the basis in obtaining
a taste of a simplistic calm.
But behind the diminishing dawn lies my selfish intention.
‘Cause I climbed to the top of the world with a hidden agenda.
Yeah, I climbed to the top of the world to place inside the palm of my hands
Buried treasures of an undamaged Mama Earth—–
You know, a Mama Earth before she had a man.