Arthur Tugman

Inaudible

Silence, is a moment in time
Than when expressed in mime
Can be heard by all

Compassionate

Compassion is so Samaritan
That if we were ever to lose it
Wouldn't it be in humanitarian  

Slot Machines

Single-handedly  one armed bandits rob us

Misfortune

It's tragic the way we're killing ourselves over indulgences
It's magic though, when we outlive those influences

It's tragic the way we allow cancer to kill us in the height of living
But it's traffic in the hands of road rage that makes us want to kill

To make the neighborhood your living room
Always greet your neighbors

Every generation thinks they have all the answers
That doesn't stop them from asking more questions

Every new generation is destined to become old fashion

Darwinism

Every new generation makes the same discovery

The Beauty Of It

No science can move mankind by chance
It takes art to motivate us by, encounter