And here i arrive at the lovers gate,
Steering thoughts to captivate
the ferrying notions of our fate,
the empty, quiet, familiar state.
Alas it's come to say goodbye
as i knock on yesterday's door,
no confidence or measure
no laughter, no more.
as we continue in our absence
we fade our memories in weary complacence,
like festering leaves among the steps,
leaning over the window ledge
coffee morning toast, bed
we eliminate the dread of the past undead.
just so we can forget and adjust
and forever pass-by in forgotten love.
Modern day Empire
The same as old,
Man doesn't really have time
Just Inventions and different clothes.
Still craving our nature the two split purpose,
Consumption and reproduction
All else is conjuring vanity,
An evolving Microchip of lost perception, a tinted clarity.
Yet we entrapped ourselves into a diamond cast,
Being compounded by every grasp that meets ear, eye and touch.
Never forget the truth bearing lust,
that feeling of inner-ness that splinter-hair precision awareness
And ask the question you've subconsciously locked away
Why are you being and what are the aims?
And then at that moment your shell will fall apart
so remind yourself of the real truth the binds mind and heart,
and roam among your ancestors in the lyceum of endless fascination
in one's mighty reflection and complacence.
Bang, Bang, Bang
The cracks in my ears
Run,run,gone the silhouette of my peers
My boots are sandals of mud, moulded like baked pastry
Time, time, time, was the beating of my thought
March, march, march, were my orders of before
Now the battle smoke has cleared and my heart can feel no more
Strains of my friends leave memories upon this ground
Like ripped soggy tissue, all around
And I am alone, too scared to make sound
Too much realization too young to know
What things I could be doing and what things I should bestow
What sights I should of seen and what has tarnished the in-between
The passive reacting cold has taken my future, blemished the soul
Young,young,young was the age of us all
Kill, blood, kill was all we had in store
Rapid swirling deaf I see the blood inside
I’ve taken one round and I’ll never survive
I can see a rain drop roaming down this rock
It’s the last vision to understand this life I still have got
It’s harmonic stature it’s peaceful rot
And here is my end I cannot grip a stare
I cannot effort my fingers I know I must be dying, seconds to bare
I don’t know what to do but I am not crying
It’s getting hard to breathe I cannot feel my toes
I can hear my mother calling, I muster a smile
I am surrounded by the loved ones escalating mile upon mile
A final push of effort understood as folly
Yawn, gasp, then death has taken me to dark
I’ll miss a many faces; I’ll never ride my bike
I’ll never kiss those soft lips or feed a little guy
I’ll never enjoy those things I’ve always lived to buy
And I’ll never know the future as I am far too young to die
What do you see in the mirror of your reflection?
your own body, or your own detection?
or the competition of another...the mindless mind occupy your subjective projector
Confusing, deluding...dreams know more order, dreams show more practical structure
The Ego is your master and you the acute apprentice infecting the weak of reality
using the close resources to master it's design in your mind
It's built your normality and to question is your own insanity
Feasting upon your wretched blindfold granting your desires \
it gave you your house, that house in which it made you.
the fatal awareness that mostly last breaths discover
a touching leap too late too seeped with much too weep
And by then too little to seek what then shall you do once you see the truth?
Could you even muster your own imagination and destroy natures enemy
Or are you the Anti-persona dripped in your own tragedy rippled and shelled
making a hell of a heaven or a heaven of a hell this is the abundant device
so rarely fought so quiet like mice so if you unveil this master of tricks
be sure to find your way out of it like shattered glass you may find yourself
lost without hope grinding deeper into the oblivion vanishing like air in smoke.
We the victim's of incompetence
We the pawns of vain experiments
Imprisoned by oligarchic, social engine.
Our pains, reflected by gluttonous pride.
Fermenting in black boil bubbling greed
Modern slavery in it's prime, glistening
like polished diamond shine.
All pretentious, phoney entrapment,
lurking through time, the ideal system,
for a criminal eye, the perfect crook,
filtered on a system it built, it impressed,
and we undertook, now just mere
Upon the ladder of fingers,
The shadow composer casting the melody
of subjugated illusion, laughing at ease,
gazing upon their resolution.
A famine of needs and desires, tortured
by the selected lot, who mock as we rot,
in the mould around the bars of our cot.
The misleading consequence of
innocence, of ignorance, of vulnerability.
The digital web of deception, ripples in
shuddered glee, it's next victim
screaming, and then hushed silently
among those chambers of conformity, an
commodity given a number and then
freed, for some years.
Next it's taught to adhere to the
requirement of 'our' society,
Pushed through any resistance,
Your ADD, labeled and branded for all to
see, your defunct from a higher form, an
acceptable sense of reality, the easier
chores of slavery,
and less material distraction, an extra
In the sinister sweating perversion,
The passive exodus that moves in night
and day excursions, fossiled in a lava of
We are the lost Generation on a path we
cannot see, in a destiny that isn't you and
Tap into the art of the unknown magick , unknown by vocabulary unable to bridge a connection
Lost like trickles of water in the cracks of the next dimension
Gaping black hole sucking life
Through the straw of deletion, everything is consumed though time
With a little to grant fruition, everything is on repeat until the jolt of perfection hasn’t reaped
Its pole position such confusion has become a daunting pollution
Unable to reach any conclusion without understanding a foundation
This structure is without a clue it’s all wrong it’s all off
The geometry secret has gone beyond our capacity given once but lost
It’s all here the infinite reply the infinite answer invisible to all
If browsed by any if ever a any, captivating its mass transparency
In the splinter of a second one grain of it’s speed the equivalent in weight, of ten million elephant feeds
Holy imagination laid to rest upon that last moment we like to claim as best
And then back to ignorance and yet again sucking on the teat of another’s breast
These are truths of wandering masses running around after materials, memories
And prideful clashes and what a purpose built and all done before
It all means no-thing when everything was saw piled on the heap of extinction
Burnt, vanished, broken, diluted mended and then manifested ashes
The plethora of our understanding it’s all gone, Just magick.
hints of sorrow and completely tragic.
Perilous addiction hell bent completion deluded cohesion.
Negative infusion feathered motion, spiraling down like a crispy weathered October leaf.
Faded grasp like the winter sun in vision the same but a difference so vast
The echo of mankind never seldom to my ear, peace of mind never at cheer
Bellows and bellows of screaming lucid thought crippled by the same resort.
Wonky leg like a wonky chair bruised battered weakened and loose escaping like vaporing air.
The ripple of contained liquid just slight but a mystery to the mass I am inclined
Coned, padded, shut away, forgotten, a pressed particle of cigarette ash in a dormant
Noticed by a moment of dust filled beams of light, exhilarating in such short time
Gone again like black from night the acute jest of life, smashed glass left and unoccupied
The heart so cold like bitter urine in survival mode soggy chip squashed under foot nobody cares
Nobody’s good. Lost in a cold shockwave of pain thrown to shore different than any other
Too alien to mention too slain to fear a wondrous maze of capital esteem stagnant in movement
Pointless art all curved and pointless oh where I am and oh where do I start.
Can I awake can I resound is this reality or is it just another calamity. Insanity gone beyond
No track to unravel stability of the foundational start, just a implosion of art.
The world is a lave a pallet of creation
Looking into space, a futile distraction
The earth is in space and all it represents
Looking upward wondering ignoring the obvious
The pattern of nature the key to life
Everything in nature release us from strife
From wondering mind, from wondering soul
Pillar too pillar young and old
Some think of it as architecture, some confusing mess,
Some a spontaneous fragment of scientific jest
To some a duty a jigsaw to caress,
And some just get on and never confess
We each hold the answer to our brain
Coming once sometimes again and again
Sometimes never at all, contained in distraction
The harrowing lore, the abyss of infatuation
The buckled belt restraint on the mind
Have to find out, not sure I will with death and time
But will it empower or dissolve my life
Sitting here continually wondering why
When that could be it, just to live to experience and enjoy it
And we the fools who try to explain never understood the simplicity
Expanding our stupidity with information overload, we didn't need
To study or to vex our thoughts flexing our complexion
With stressful sickness broken and distraught,
Are we just the sickness in god’s body?
A disease spreading in the DNA of the supreme
Thinking we are special, a comforting belief
Or are we trapped in our own creation,
Our creation is no waiting quotation
Or selfish intoxication of boredom
Or perhaps, the conclusion the capstone solution
Buried with its foundation, alas the incantation released
And now fondled into confusion its veil of truth still uncovered
No one is true enough to bind its rudder,
Elevate one’s conscience, conjure up the thunder
Not in modern times where knowledge is sought
By any mind, any person, any element of thought.
The Great Illusionist
You tried to defeat the beast
But failed to bring them your truth and virtue
The people’s hearts showed no mercy
The master servant of the people
And all they did was put you on the highest steeple
The steeple of shame and dishonour
The hypocrisy installed its father
And the whip, its main device
And now in these modern times
Far from your glory past
We are all tamed by the same structure, system and class
Your words do live on though greatly misunderstood
And now in such worlds divided we are lost
Lost without our guide and your guidance
Removed from your whispers and philosophy
Distilled in absolute silence
But thank you for trying and being exceptional in your deeds
We only can take your words though, assumptions mislead
And when we go about our business as slaves within the boundaries
Of this order we can only blame ourselves
For our ignorance, selfishness and cowardice
We ourselves have clamped our lives
With sins, troubles and strife
We put ourselves on the sacrifice of falsehood
When we should have understanding we have ignorance,
When we should have selflessness we have greed,
When we should have pride we have persecution,
When we should have union we have division,
When we should have brotherhood we have factions,
When we should have education we have silence,
When we should have leadership we have hypocrisy,
When we should have reason we have confusion,
When we should have civility we have bullying,
When we should have principles we have pinched morals,
When we should have duty we have legacy,
When we should have support we have rejection,
When we should have liberty we have tyranny,
When we should have peace we have war,
When we should have prosperity we have poverty,
When we should have democracy we have plutocracy,
When we should have transparency we have secrecy,
When we should have truth we have lies,
When we should have ascent we have descent,
When we should have love we have hate,
When we should have humanity we have insanity,
When we should have right we have wrong,
When we should prudence we have ego,
When we should have friends and family we have neglection,
When we should have more we have less,
And when we should have less we have more,
And when we should have kindness we have cruelty,
And when we should have logic we have delusion,
When we should have ourselves we are someone else
When we have everything we have vanity, and stupidity
When we have no-thing we have wisdom and humility.