Trash on trash on trash on trash
Pens, folders, staplers, trash
Trash on trash with no switchback
One-way road paved by the brash
Wheel, pedal, clutch, trash
Trash on trash as I clutch the ash
Built on lies, not built to last
Phone, tablet, computer, trash
Trash on trash on trash on trash
There's a full stash because we were rash
An irritation that needs no relations
It swells and teems
I yell and scream
If it can all come together
Then why can't we?

Always so hesitant
Now you are apathetic
Pathetic about how pathetic
The word "pathetic" is!
Frighetened even terrified
Over the ghost words
From people you never knew
Throwing knives that hit a board
Tied right back to themselves

The pieces
Change shape and size
One enters while the other says goodbye
Bursting with color
Then it bursts out of the window
No one can put together the picture
Is it of you? Of who you were?
Is it a static memory?
Or a vibrant compliment?
The colors and size change
You always change for others
But I always see you in them
Smiling

Your riches
Hide your riches
All your claims
A facade of the real thing
You say my smile is bright
While you choke my joy
You tell me what to sing
I tell you nothing
It all looks nice
When you see it from one side
One dream, one nightmare
Too fast and too slow
A duality multiplied by a voice so cold

Soldier
Pointed at a civilian
Thief
Pointed at an opportunity
Politician
Pointed at a population
Idol
Pointed at a religion
"It's just what they do."
Such is the way we are
We retreat to fiction
Now we are just as ridiculous
Living in lies
Adorned with jewels

Hypnosis
Solution to distress
Comes with razors
Raining down
Pressure billowing
Until all comes down
Now all we control
Comes with sleep and dreams
Monsters with faces
Breathing in remnants
Of a world they long destroyed
Wait until the day
They have nowhere left to go

Hypnosis
Psychosis
Acts of violence
To keep things silent
Such catharsis
Such crisis
A chrysalis
Broken by their genesis

I'm made of clay
I can be anything
Cars, planes
Trees, bees
But when I change
Will I stay the same?

This life, this death
Was it all controlled?
This world, this ruin
Was it made with certainty?
This mind, this fight
Was it all because of worship?
This city, this blight
Was it designed for love or hate?
This sight, this light
Was it enough to satisfy?
This future, this fight
Was it yours or mine?

Running in circles
Connecting to infinity
Repeating the mistakes
That crippled our ancestors
All for naught, absence
Of value long divided
Now the light in our eyes
It is a mere reflection
Of a crystal without friction
No need for correction
It knows the correct direction

Lapse of judgment
Causing a relapse
The laps of comfort
Turn to a race
Now all the flags
Turn to a trap
Cracking and creaking
Winded by the thunder
Another apparatus
Alive without living
Total collapse without a cost
They said it was over
So said the healer
So said the teacher
Plastered to the ground
Like the kids and their future

Rage and regret
For the longest time
Wishing for the chance
To rewrite and redo our lives
Preventing this decay
Now it derails
Rain falls down
Dragging down
Pain falls down
Breaking down
Ridiculed, no romance
One day of fire
Breaks these weak stone hands
Now the air whispers lies
That goes away with the tide

Phantoms of life
Begging for the world to come
For their age to begin
For paradise to shine
Now we fight even more
No mercy for the low
Resurrecting the dead
Saving the broken
To control their life
Senseless devotion

Tech has advanced
While we go backward
An immature species
Using AI
So they can never think
Tech has advanced
Yet our lives have declined
To all of you, I ask
Is this the world we should keep alive?

Piercing through lies
Tricked by lies
Gentle and wise
Closed until sunrise
Lies of a snake
We call those snake eyes
Brighter than the sun
They illuminate life
They cut like a knife

A boy with a dream
Knows not what he sees
His manufactured world
Gnashes like teeth
Now you are grown
Where the world is not your own

A novelty
Earned a business degree
Now it has to survive
On post-modern fantasies
Different year, same system:
Creation, innovation
Expermentation, demonstrations
Corporatization
Not even a novelty
Can have a noble life

Puppet people
Pretentious people
Parody people
Living a life of lies
Through someone else's eyes

The greatest ideas
In the hands of devils
The best intentions
Coated in spikes
An idea of a better life
Broken by execution
Everyone wants a better time
But the clock was never ours

Look at our beauty:
Artificial wars
Dividing borders
Poisoned cycles that never heal
Hoarding horrors
Misuse and abuse
Machines with feelings
Subjected to complacency
"There is good, and this is true."
Said the species that dried the planet
Love blooms and removes
Our hate and our gloom
But god, please look around
See what our lives brought
Was the greatest blessing just a concept?
Our life has no meaning, but we can make one
But why does our meaning keep manifesting pain?

Is status our value?
Money?
Fame?
Power?
Just like all of us, artificial
Never real and redundant
Who decides this if it was never here?
We keep breaking
Down and out and obvious
If it can be taken, did it ever have value?
One man can be crucial
One nation can be crippled
It comes in and out and up and down
Always fluctuating and reconstructed
All just numbers, all just games
We live our lives under a ruler's disdain

Children cling
To the white flowers
Held with bruised hands
Stained by reality
Drenched in naivety
Always happy, always perfect
Living sweet lies
Now they grow up
And expect it for life
Until they look back down
Onto their whitest flowers
Turned a mosaic
Blues, yellows, reds, greens
Sadness, joy, rage, nourishment
All in one

A social cycle
Built on building hopes
Until they fall apart
Forced to look inside
Wondering if it will last this time
Unlimited potential
Limitless value
There are so many
Does our value multiply?
All that we do deepens the divide
I wish it weren't true
Teary to tearless
I wish that I could cry
A heart with no alibi
Across the land and sky

Wrong? I'm right.
Spite? Not in my life.
Thoughts are accessible
And so are mine
As I draw you in
My opinion multiplies
Double down, triple down
I can never lose
If I never touch ground
Consider my identity
It may feel uncanny
Because my life is a lie
My personality corporatized
I can scream to the skies
But it would break my character
It would break my lies

Rhetoric
Language
Illustrating an illusion
The peak of humanity
Knowledge once clandestine
Turns into a truth so blunt
A lie so obvious
An animosity so raw
Now the gloves have come off
And all of our feelings
Become bared for all

Water drys out
Lands goes barren
More of us
Less to sustain us
Take less? Help others?
Modern society seeks satisfaction
Everything is finite
A life infinitely impossible
Sickness will hurt
Survival from birth
Going up and increasing
Our mountains of profit
Jump off into a chasm

Doves in cages
Bodies in boxes
Body in water
Decks of cards
Tricks and traps
Mundane magic
Bringing joy to many
Tricked into a life
That was once enjoyed
Bells and whistles
Feeble but nimble
Always on the move
Because of the system

Healing the hurting
Days, weeks, months, years
Dawn to dusk
Pain reliever
Pain perceiver
Only so much
Only so little
Until one day
The wound cuts bone

Telling the truth
Disguised by lies
Appealing to you
Appeasing delusions
No matter the form
It is always the same
A madman crying
Over decimated dreams

The world is a game
My life is a show
With more technology, less humanity
The fake becomes real
The real becomes fake
No amount of satire
Can erase this shame

Latched on
Poisoned touch
Death of the temple
With a venomous shot
All of our pain
Comes from our creations
We can rot for eternity
Or remove pieces
To hope for tranquility

Speaking with serenity
A frequency that my ears
Can never register
Am I deaf? Am I blind?
Deep inside, I think I'm fine
But I never was at all
I can hear your voice
It never calls to me
A world hungry for the lonely
Makes me distrust my ears and eyes
If everything can be refreshed
Then serenity dies once in a while
Reborn to suit a distorted purpose
In due time

A better world may come
But not from a worse world
You fight for the future
But your actions stay cold
Burning, sinking
Preventable but predictable
You live out of fear
Your path is paved with death
Unnatural lives
Succumbing to natural strife
A clock without time
A race with no finish line

A child speaks
With no hint of malice
A child acts
With no restrictions
A child plays
With no alertness
A child exists
With no care for position
Taken away with age
Most humane
Most disdained
Hated for their freedom
But if a child loses it all
Their greatest freedom is nonexistence

Buying into a future
Devoid of existence
Setting up for old age
Where you will never make it
Dying in the present
To live in the future
Looking back to find
Pain, pressure, *******
Now, all that you remember
Slips away
Cashed in years ago
For a decaying pleasure

Calm at the core
Vibrations at the shell
Impatience has a purpose
Patience is a virtue
But it rewards the long-term
For those with no privilege
They will chase the immediate
Ardent and foolish
One will receive
One will delay
Which is the right choice?
Is it the one still here today?

The good go early
Staying and leaving
The evil stays around
Poisoning the trees
Our roots remain
But our reason is remade
All of them, gone
Why do I stay?

Killing a killer
Saving a savior
Protecting a paragon
Mourning the lost
Believing their beliefs
Preaching what they preach
Turning, changing
Imitation of an imitation
Chain by chain, blood to blood
Defeating hatred by becoming hated
To find any meaning
Would emphasize our futility

Before violence
Before there was silence
All I know is we deserve it all
One straight road
No going home
Scared of hell?
We laid the bricks for the road
Now all we think about is going home
Atonement comes, but we are still alone
Tranquil with a tranquilizer
I am not sure if we are coming home
Now our tears are the most apropos

Apologizing for the truth
Agonizing over what is real
Antagonizing all but the few

Averting from the truth
Seeing what suits you
How many more will be like you?
Slashing between the real
How can you hope for us to heal?
Full of the unreal
A metronome out of tune
Stepping into a trap you placed
This is the best of our love
Will it suit you?

Be temperate in time
Falls through fingers
Shatters like glass
The clock hands match
But we remain detached
Confusion rings out
Striking at midnight
Flourishing in daylight
I do not bear the truth
But it can be made with you

Misery follows misery
The pained inflict pain
Rememberance to semblance
By design?
What were the signs?
The messengers were silenced
By ignorance and violence
Amidst a flowerbed
Lies a wilting willow

Hundreds die
Thousands fall
Millions tremble
Hopelessness
Heartlessness
A heart without hope
Flowers covering chaos
Love, in a mist

Goods that we borrow
Life that we loan
Bought and sold
For love that never came home
I would see you in hell
But we made it our home

Cures of the past
Remedies of the present
I could sell delusions
But I ran out of illusions
The moon waxes and wanes
Different phases, different stages
What is the next phase?
Next to a grave
Humanity's future, perfect mania

New brings fear
Old breathes comfort
What was once abhorred
Now gets smothered
Cannot say
Cannot think
If you wear that
You can expect to sink
Learn this, ignore that
Laws of our present
Ignore the past
Prejudice changes
But dresses the same
Power over peace
Strength with no release

Searching for home
Searching for cars
How long is my journey?
Near or far?
Searching for love
Searching for safety
Why do our best years
Come out of the prior?
Searching for reason
Searching for pieces
Peace of mind
Pieced by the seasons
Searching for me
Searching for you
As time goes by
I forgot why I flew

Trading the real
Creating a joke
You jest and lie
Because that's your home
Cracking jokes
Sarcastic moans
Scholastic prose
Everything is a joke
To a plastic pro

Loaf to slices
Crackers to crumbs
Savings to starving
Space to crowds
Smiles to frowns
Every generation, worst to best
Returning empty-handed
Just like the rest