Luchadore
Actor
Entertainer
All live out life in masks
To give blind entertainment
But when the veil becomes you
Surrender to the mass
For when it starts to slip
Ego trip ends, judgment begins

Aesthetics
Embodied into a visage
Becoming beauty
Now, becoming obsessive
Why make a life revolving around a trend?
Separate the man from the clan
Lest the appearance turns deadpan

Behind your tooth
Home to the truth
Spit out poison--
No matter if what you say is true

Significance
What is left in the ruins of humanity?
Peacefully asleep, no longer awake
Memories of dust, happy in silence
Wishes are born from a good heart
But in a land of barren souls
How can one save all?
Such a shade of depression
A replica of once was
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On days like this
I see familiar faces turn into strangers
I'm going nowhere but I feel like a traveler
Not in my own home, nor my nation
When it all ends
I hope it's a beautiful song
I'd want a lullaby over a metal song
For at the end of our days
Angst and terror will no longer reign
No king to usurp the throne
Cause when we are all gone
None can oppose
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My voice cannot return
My prayers have faltered
If I wanted an answer
I'd be better making one myself
Longing for treasured times
In a chest with no key
Waiting for the day
When all is forgotten
Living off of vague hope
That billions will drop the hubris
Band together and deny ignorance
But when I yell
I hear no echo
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This weight of the world
Cannot be sheltered alone
My skin and bones
Wish for the end of the unknown
I hear the music box
But the tune is continuous
The theme of all of us, going down swinging
What do I swing at? Where is the bat?
Down at the 9th with the dignity of a doormat
So uptight, lost my appetite
Nothing's black and white yet so many deceive
What is the birthright of humans that say "goodnight"?

Used for temporary results
And permanent trauma

Expectations
Lead to disappointment
But without them
How do we keep living?

A creator
Must have a drive
An optimistic outlook, one who strives:

To change
To evolve
To fix

But much like fire
A creator can create, or effectively destroy

Familiar faces
Leave friendly places
Before having the chance
To enjoy it
For the man always on edge
Can never lower his guard
Not because of perceived danger
But out of habit and disregard
To the finer tastes
Which cannot be tasted
For his life itself, flavorless

Misadventures
Fun to laugh at
Horrible to engage in
Chuckling at misfortune
Yet no one else can see it
Sad sacks bring back hacks
Fame off of misfortune
No wonder we're cold
Our hearts have become strongholds

Impressionable minds
Latch onto broken ideologies
When the ship sinks
The captain escapes, on their backs

How we evolve
How we create
We change every day, year, century
The progress we make
Equivalence to a millimeter
On the universes' yardstick
Waiting for the day of reprieve
Even rats can only race for so long
So long gone
Conversion into centimeters
Still, so far gone
So far to go
Only so many years until it all goes stale
Looking for a place to bail
In a locked and sealed enclosure for closure
Waiting for the day
When we wake up to a new one

Rushing
Toward the light in the tunnel
Wondering, what will I receive?
Will I be reborn through scorn?
Or does the journey end here?
I've risen from the bottom
Up to the top
I'm at the peak
I don't know how to stop.

Untouched
Pure of human touch
Now time will tell
When we deem it to be "too much"
Burn it down...
While giving a momentary farewell...
Oh well.
Let's go, boss wants 20 more of these
Down to the ground

Let me hold my fate
With my own flesh
But to you
Not good enough
So you took my hands away
Time for my fate
To simply decay
At least until...
...I give it a renaissance.

Dancing in the street
The unkempt, unruly man
His personal parade, of song and dance
Does his music
Sound like ours?

Remember when life made sense?
Care never knocked at the door
Doorbell is broken
From the high dive
Reality cannonballed
Now everything is twisted
Mangled from the start
I'd like to understand it all
Let it be for now, but...
Can I still swim away?
When my arms
Don't want to exercise
Tired from the trials
That set me up to collide
Into havoc and mundanity
I remember when life made no sense
Everyday.

They say that beggars
Cannot be choosers
For they end life as losers
Choosing to snooze
As they drown in *****
For even the highest of standards
Hit the ceiling
Better to remain low
Than to stray
Unless what they desire
Can never go away

To **** the past
Is to never learn from it
How can we **** the past
When our future is already dying?

Fascist
Terrorist
Two extremes, always the headline
Contorting our perception
What was once the outlier
Becomes the liar, lying in wait
For the chance to strike
After accompanying deceit
Crackling thunder
An eternal rift of wisdom
Two sides with separate information
If they collaborated with one another
Would it have stopped this mess? Created a bigger one?
For those seeking answers, I must confess
I don't know, we may never know.

At the end of time
We shall continue to bicker
Remaining fickle
The sun rises then sets
Everything, a beginning, and an end
Our final act is coming soon
But instead of a theater
It is near you

Treated like a goddess
Slaughtered like cattle
Was she ever enough?
No one will know
Until it's too late
But of course
She had to jump out
Protecting someone else
Till her oxygen ceased
Yet why...
Did the goddess choose me?

Upon returning home
The cobblestone greeted me
But, every brick
Every layer
Turned from hollow and grey
To flesh-ridden, staring eyes
Looking with interest
Wondering where they were
I would say, mere curiosity
But these eyes
Looked upon me
With shame

It was an accident
He forgave me for it
So, why does my mind...
Harbor a grudge?

Inadequate quality
Leads to faults
If only the mind was treated
Like a factory line
Then blind disregard
Would lead to opened eyes

You have not lived
Until the best memories
Become part of history

Every day is a task
Every action is a challenge
How can I be a champ
When every day I malfunction?
Dropping the trophy on the ground
Not vindictive
But indicative of the dividends
Which I lack
A screaming delinquent
With no more words
To satisfy you
I'd say I ruin the atmosphere
But down here, it died in the first-year

Irritation and demand
Two core characteristics
Of a citizen
Turned criminal
Yet, we all are like this
The only separation
Comes in the methodology, the execution
The very same concept
Directed by a violent excursion
Cause when backed against a wall
The only way forward is force

Caring too much
Eclipsing a sharp silence
Asking to listen

When did offspring
Become an investment?
How does one parent
After years of neglect?
Why spread the blood
Of flaws and evil?
Bringing no other bonus
Except of course, for the workforce
Another camel to bear another load
Another simian to watch implode
Too much of one thing
Neglects all others
How can a universal principle not apply to us?
The ones who created all the glitz and glamor
Who struggle to digest harsh grammar
False pretenses only add more tension
So when I do not feel safe
Who can blame me?

When the truth comes out
It'll be an array of colors
One for each of us
.
.
.
That isn't truth
Selective acceptance
Better phrasing

A man with a grey wardrobe
Found himself in a void
Neverending
Ever-present
In front of his person, a mirror appeared
An image manifested, a child appeared
He knew what this was, so the truth appeared:
"When I was a child, I had time, but no resources."
His reflection appeared in the mirror
"As an adult, I have resources, but no time."
A photo of an old man in a living room appeared
"When I become an elder, I will have wisdom, but no one to teach."
A photo of an extensive graveyard appeared
"When I pass, I will have a legacy, but no one to remember it."

On the road
I run forward
Shatter the glass pane
Ignore the pain
Yet all I do
Brings dents to the iron
Never, did I have the strength
But as my head will rise
I'll be born anew
As I turn around
So many crying on the ground
How can I guide them
With a voice that never bloomed?
When will the pain end?
What more can I do?

Lone hands, unbroken
Pebbles with no impact, yet
Boulders break thresholds

Over each bunk
The sun flooded in
Onto the floor, quickly
The playing cards, folded
The walls, weathered
Inside and out, painted
A palette of an evening day
In collaboration with a falling sun
How fitting, for the last day

Winner's remorse, chase
Compromise wins the war, me?
The battle, a piece

Lost our heart
Lost our spark
What we lose today
Resides in the dark

Letters, punctuation, capitalization
It all means something to someone
But to me
It's just the norm
What it is to be expected
Expect no change, galore
No matter how much you say it matters
Matter can only matter
If the matter matters
Back to the daily norm
Now we'll forget this ever happened
And pretend we are built for something more

Utopia
A fool's future
The day we ask for one
Becomes the day of our downfall

Chores rhyme with bore
Cause it makes us want to snore
Distractions from reality
Suffering in daily living, while promoting attraction
Such a chain reaction
Could never spell satisfaction without the "i"
For I for once realize
That with no message, who can be the sender?
The truth we have known
Applies to us alone
Separate fact from fiction
How can I do so, when everything has no prediction?
Today's fiction, tomorrow's friction
An addiction to contradiction,
I'd call this fancy diction if I wasn't being constricted

Change utilizes time
That's why patience is labelled a virtue
Temporarily sublime
Needed high on a mountain to climb
Temper your temper-
Proceed without caution and growth will prevail
Extempore!

Birth of revolutions
Develops internally
Used to start with steel
Now, it starts with discourse

Truth varies
On who you ask
A constant source
For confusion, not clarity
No wonder no one can agree
Because the lingo used
Only applies to humanity
Who swim forward like manatees
Ignoring the sights and sounds
For routine, dreams
All parts of the scene
Every act has a curtain call
When will the curtain fall?

Such a parasite
Sight for tired eyes
Created by our race
Enslaved each of us
Such irony
Common as debauchery
Solemnly swear
To eliminate such philosophical ******
Greenback
Portrait on the front
Exchange it daily
Hardships removed...
...replaced with more strife.

Peel back the flesh
Smash through the bones
Of enemies misunderstood
Merely
Piece of firewood
Tossed to the pile
Sicker than bile
Such a juvenile...
How did this come together?
No questions asked
Do what
I thought was good
Now it's not
Reduced to an ocelot
Cater
Toward the mass extinction
So many more
Go off to die
Mementos
Turn to memories
Remove this career
From around my neck
Diplomats reveal flaws...
...yet I extinguish them
But are these flaws
To the universe?

If this world was created for us
Why aren't we happy in it?
Uncomfortable
At every turn
Is this our universal nightmare?
Or a dream left unfulfilled?
Take a trip to the wild side
They seem fine
With their own lives
No thought of existence
Future?
That'll come tomorrow
Why can't we be like them?
Probably because
We are different
Some are corrupt
Some raised on virtue
Yet now I clearly see
Life's music
It's called
A harsh noise wall

The hanged man
Has no plan
No longer attached to land
He has become free
Only in sacrifice
He has certified his naivety
For all can be a martyr
Death is only the starter
None can barter with the reaper
But a sanctuary, he will charter

People in power
Will want more power
For they are afraid
Of losing all their power.

Hopeful tones
Splattered on the walls
I see the bells
Yet I hear no sound
At the top, I stand
Hearing no one
At the bottom, I crawl
Hearing everyone
In the middle, I kneel
I can hear the top
I can hear them now
But now all I know
Will be ****** out
By the time I stand
All the love will come out
Until what remains
Becomes lies, never found
Now, here I am
Hear me now
Before I get pushed to the back
Until I bow
Here I am now, here I am now
No matter the height I jump
I'll always be afraid
Of the here and now

When did novelties
Become mandatory?
When did the cost
Go too high?
When did equality
Earn an asterisk?
A column of apathy
Culminating, self-sustaining
To those who own empathy
Wait for the day it turns you
To psychopathy

Killing each other
Requires the prerequisite
Of killing our selves

Rolling sunlight waves
Drifting toward the coast, me
Stay, I will return