Look up there, really look.
The line of your sight and the path that it took.
Try to understand the truth of life’s vocation.
While you grasp the depths of its bitter isolation.
There is nothing up there, nothing watching.
Just a barren universe, casually mocking.
Existence is a catalog of aligned integration.
Just a system of knowledge and past information.
Your ability to experience in all of its brilliance.
Is merely the outcome of your required existence.
The world we inhabit, manipulate yet trust.
Is a game of mathematics that acts as it must.
For nothing can happen without the passing of time.
This is a terrifying, existential crime.

Every possibility presents itself as failure,
Every day merges into the last,
Every word torments the user,
Every moment reflects the past,
Every choice is torture,
While every mistake will be my last,
The fog is my saviour,
But I wish I wasn't sad.

I think it’s time to say goodnight,
My words are no longer In flight,
There are many things I want to say,
But these rhymes are leading me astray,
So goodbye my friends just for now,
I’ll comeback one day when I’ve figured how!

There is no dark and no light, no wrong and no right.
There is no pain and no pleasure, no chaos and no measure.
There is no want and no need, no gift and no greed.
There is no love and no hate, and we are not governed by fate.
They are all just words,
Learn to accept it, before it’s too late.

When you’ve lived every human life there ever was,
You will finally be ready to join your brothers in the cosmos!

Hello, poetry?
Where have you gone,
The world needs you now,
To sing it’s song.

Hello, poetry?
Where have you gone,
You sang so proud,
But now, you’ve gone!

The idiotic ideology of internally inactive

A candle can only stand so long against the never ending dark.
It flickers and wanes as it struggles to leave its mark.
This game will always be won by the never ending dark.

Anxiety makes me seem peculiar.
Anxiety stops me from being a monster.
Anxiety is the belt that confines my strengths.
Anxiety is the filter that hides my atrocities.
With out my anxiety I would never be and with my anxiety I cannot be

The trail of destruction,
The silence of screams,
All of humanity,
Forgotten to dreams.

The silence of life,
That has become no more,
Haunts only the rocks,
And the broken sea floor.

The storms that once ravished,
Humanity’s home,
Now carry fire,
Melting even their stone.

The ground is all scarred,
Where the meadows once grew,
Just a crack in the surface,
Where rivers once drew.

Night and day,
No longer opposed,
The contrast of weather,
No longer imposed.

The passing of time,
Is no longer consistent,
The bonds of its measure,
No longer resistant.

The world is all quiet,
There is nothing to hear it,
Existence is lost,
While nothing can live it.

So the pain has all gone,
The tears have dried,
Humanity lived wrong,
Now the planet has died

We take back the power, for the people,
We fight to the last, for the people,
We work together, for the people,
We ask no questions, for the people,
We accept all information, for the people,
We hate those we are told, for the people,
We sacrifice the individual, for the people,
We live and die, for the people,
For the people!
The people....
What people?

The Veracious veracity of the voxpopli vernacular

Where does the sun go,
When he’s not in the sky.
Does the moon know,
Or does she just cry?