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

What has been lost
Can be found
But on the journey to reclamation
Present sacrifices will be required for the past
Past or present?
Discretion or haste?
Which one brings joy to your face?

Orion
Ursa
Lyra
All I have to view
Resides in each one of you
You all form a bond
With each and every star
Oh, constellations up above
Why can't we share your love?

First responder
Fast cars
Flipped and dismantled
Colliding into each other
Spontaneous
No plan for such an occurrence
Future's snuffed
Thanks to one
Desire
Adrenaline induced
Just need time
To tell the families
Still difficult
Despite numbness

Can't fall asleep
Fear?
Of what?
Nervous
About nothing
Maybe I can't
Bring myself to sleep
Under universal conditions
All others follow
Too much on my mind
Full platter
No chance to make it leftover
Instead
You're on my mind
Yet your's is gone
Dusted away
From flames and heroics
I miss you...
Dad.

Pots and pans
Collide onto the ground
Snaping awake
Risen from the grave
Sauntering around
Searching for a light
Lantern? No
Flashlight? No
Phone screen will work
Tapping
Breaking
Yelling
In the kitchen
What's cooking up in there?
Oh, I see
Burglary is on the menu
Lanky kid
Crowbar in hand
Clean, never used
Items remain abused
Look out kid
Got more than the phone
Stashed in my pocket

I can comprehend
The fear of life
Yet upon such an hour
No flesh shall disgrace
Serenity
That arrives
When the moonlight
Divides
Awoke early
For a single purpose
One beaten down
By circumstance
It's all chance
Nature, such an enemy
Purging those who care
And who never knew you
I pray that one day
Dreams will be fulfilled

I shouldn't have said that...
Ruined her day
Did the pain make mine?

Peak from the skyline
Out into the open atmosphere
Oxygen arrives
All I see
Pink in the sky
Beautiful essence
Taken for granted
Stop.
Stare at the beauties
Plural
Much more than just one
It all has a charm
Ball of furious fire
Romanticized endlessly
Sure, it may all be particles
Atoms in motion
Only if you suppress your emotion.

Rope snapped
During the choke
The chair didn't fall
Tilted over
In slow motion
If only it worked out
May seem self-driven
Selfishly struggled
Yet, convinced that this place
The human race
Would be better without my space  
So...
Attempted to croak
Hopped off like a frog
Searching for something to keep
Now I
Get to look forward to one more yolk

Debris on the shore
They said everyone was poor
In faith
Fortune
Now fate crumbled our luck
Bunch of shmucks
Running amuck
"When will help come?"
"Who will save us?"
The ones in their tower
Debating on how to solve a problem
That kills people by the hour
Come sit and cower
What the fathers wanted...
Balance of power
Hurting us more than needed.

In the present time
Motivation
Reaches a crippling low
Nothing but a zero
Null is my determination
Across the whole nation
Pure effort is squandered
****** on shoes
Half laced-up
Hop onto the transit
Open the doors
Sike
Automatic
Work station arrival
Going to work
But I don't want to do any.

Walking
Down life boulevard
Not a care in my head
Certain that I'm uncertain
But it's alright
As long as we all...
Jason
Rhys
Sylvia
Lily and Silver
Go down to the boardwalk
Soak in the sunlight
Until the day
It hides from our sight
So, my friends
Same time as always
As for me
Vacant is what I'll be.

Abhor or adore
Evermore, nevermore, you
Answer for our war

Regulation prohibits fact
Precipitated by punishment
Concluding with tolerance

Praying
For what we desire
Yet still
Satisfaction of a pill
Temporary means
To reach the ordinary
So scary
Unspoken and broken
Instead of begging for desire
Why can we not enjoy what transpires?
It takes no squire
To understand our burning liars
Deniers
Pass the shame like a mixtape
Track 17, side B:
The defense of excess
Featuring thoughts that never evanesce

In her delusions
Truth shows itself
Rearing an ugly head
Alongside intense guilt
To reveal tremendous suffering
By the hands of those
Who brought them here.

I acquired my sensitivity
From clarity
But no one cares about charity
Cause that doesn't get a degree
Now we're stuck with a spree
That forgets about antiquities

I wish I understood
Such a concept
But it's not my deal
Interrupted by feel
No matter the angle
Pray for an angel
Never shall descend
For a meager scenario
Yet to me...
It defines who I'll be.

Pray for a break from the day to day
Before I decay
The world is in a rush
Sudden flush
Young boy no care in the world
Teenager begs for a dreamworld
Adult finds comfort in civil life
Elders pray for a decent afterlife
In between the busy weeks
I wish to feel the sun on my cheeks
Cold drink freezing my hand
Looking toward my promised land
Then the sun quietly sets
I sit in silence with no regrets
Stare at the night sky
A beauty I can’t simplify
Of course, this is a mere thought
Haven’t quite yet hit the jackpot
One day I’ll be on the roof
On that day I’ll feel bullet-proof
One day I’ll enjoy my youth
On that day I’ll face the truth
One day I’ll be an adult
On that day I’ll still exult

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

The more a problem is pointed out
A greater divide occurs
For the way to prevent injustice
Is action, not words

Like a star
Shining brighter than all
Correlation to constellations
Together forever
Until the years burn into ashes
Dusted and thrusted away
Into a memory
Like a star
Fading and passing
But never quite going out
Even as it dies
No one will ever quite forget it all
So when I wake up
Will you still be there for me?
I want to shine like you
But all I can do is pretend
Yet it makes people smile
I shine so brightly
To call out to you
I hope that you see
The brightness of this world
Maybe I really can be like a star

Father, go there
The troubles are over
Go up there, please
Show up, no more hiding
I'll wait for you
At the beach covered in minerals

In the red vortex
Black lines
Move around the sky
They're everchanging
It's because...
Those are people
In this world

I am human
But I've never felt less
Then I do now
Perceived like an animal
No photos please, it puts my mind at ease
I try my best
Yet it never brings me joy
I take on responsibility
Yet never enjoy my time
I have accomplished things
That I can no longer remember
Memory returned to sender
Guess that shows how important it was
Who even sent this letter?
Crying, dying, barely surviving
What world have I been thrown into?
If life was ideal, I'd live it with no fear
Accomplish what I desire
Say what I think, do what I say
But I live in reality
Humans surround me
Yet I feel I am the only one...
...
No more room for morality
Tied down by legalities
Throw away the formalities, new mentality
I'll find a commonality in my abnormality
Sentimentality appreciated by none
Today, from now on, I foster my own vitality

Just because
We adapt to any environment
Never means
We are satisfied with it

People love to give advice
Yet never follow their own wisdom

Beneath every gangster
Lies a desire for success
However...
The means do not justify
Throwing obscenities
Riches have a half-life
Declare a state of emergency
For all these imitators
Should strive for something greater

I honor the beach
Yet abhor the heat
Could it be, personal preference?
Or no longer, enjoying warmth?

A paradox
Bound by a clock
I see humans
Who lack humanity
Dramatic irony, no sobriety
Asking to be accepted
With no self-respect
Begging for rights
When they have no more left
Blaming society for going under
Isn't it a wonder, how concepts are blamed for blunders
No rod to absorb the thunder
As the reason for existence gets torn asunder

Gather around
Here's the demographic:
4 men
Gathered around a table
Ready to seek fortune
Through a simple game
A gambler's trial
From left to right
A debt collector who can't pay off his own
A man profiting to earn medicine for his son
A rich kid, wanting to prove himself
Lastly
The one no one knows
Former Olympic gold-medalist
At fencing
Down on his luck
With what little he has
Perhaps fate will be kind
No chance of a reply
Small talk isn't the goal
Must integrate
Some form of strategy
Yet the hardest ones
Are the ones who are clueless
Of course, they could assist one another
But pride is at stake
No chance of mistake.

Vagabond
A life so freeform
You could label it "jazz"
Where all they develop
Are dreams and fragile bonds
Looking for a nation beyond
Temporary stints
Transmogrified
Into an amalgam
Uncertainty, fear, and disparity
Lives free of validity
While the ones who survive
Never know how to thrive
But when dealt the hand of life
No one always gets royals
Straight eights, full houses
Sometimes all that is obtained
Culminates in an ace
Labeled: Vagabond

Cold home
Such a northern chill
But across the tri-state
Need an N.W.O
In the U.S.A
Cannibalistic
Separated mentally
Bound physically
Insatiable
To the end of our life
Immune to strife
Modern-day living that needs no wife
Feasting on skin
Replaced by sin-
When did we become wendigos?

Feet on the air
Windsurfing on tranquility
Worrisome, no more
Travesties belong to another day
I may care, but only for so long
All things must recharge
Why treat ourselves differently?

Garner info with questions
But all they hand you is suggestions
Doesn't take a sleuth to figure out the truth
What was once bad?
Remains.
All the pain?
Stays.
Love on display?
Faker than a cabaret.

I remember your eyes
Stared into yours
Glanced over mine

"Your life is special"
"You were born for greatness"
As the last of my energy fades
"Today is a blessing, tomorrow is a gift"
But the chains of yesterday scare me stiff
This life is no reward, I need a rewind
Going back to the peaceful moments
I never thought I would survive
Never been more free
Never felt this much misery
So please tell me, tell me please
What kind of place do you want to be?
As our friends fade, our happiness decays
Too busy to live when we enjoy the mundane
Every day, all the same
No wonder people go insane
How can a life be lived when it is all the same?

All things
Man has created
Founded
Organized
All things
Which are dual
For moral
And immoral
Purposes
As we push forward
The possibilities come further
Into our future
While good and evil
Evolve
Like all things

Lone in peace, but you
Surrounded by the sorrow
Of strange personas

Sometimes
We all have a time
Where we wish to
Be alone
Separated from the bunch
Cutting down on portion size
Of social time
Not sorrowful in heart
Nor empty in soul
Days just come where
We wish to be

alone.

If only I knew
How bad things would get
Then I'd appreciate
Every second of my past

Just because I cannot
Doesn't mean I should not

A son of the sun
Never knew how to have fun
The only thing he ever did under the sun?
Run.
Away from what?
Circumstances in which he was living
Cat and mouse game, incredibly driven
By a desire to be happy
No matter if it meant
An absence of ambrosia

Drifting through space
Falling down
Into oblivion
At the end of the road
I feel no fear
For I have taken the pain of others
Stapled onto me, I feel no regret
For the lives of many
Were aided by the few, one
A single reduced to zero
The others were spared, I was always ready

A cake
Such a beautiful sight
A country
Such a difficult fright
With a cake
You can remove decorations
Adjust the presentation
An electrical sense of elation!
Yet, when the batter spoils
No one will swing
With the confections you bring
For it is not the frosting
Not the sprinkles
Candles, trinkets, icing
The problem lies in the depths
Of a rotten core
A foundation, soiled
Coiled around its heart
Protected, but long rejected

Wake up
Get out of your chamber
That makes you lamer
Cook mediocre breakfast
[Burnt]
Like every time
Get in the shower
Clean every inch
[You burnt the toast]
Brush the bones
Out of your skin
Pain that's akin
To a lengthy equation
[Can't believe it]
Get on the bus
Travel down the lane
Toward work met with disdain
[You burnt it like always]
I burnt it
Down to embers
Maybe home is where I'll go
This isn't my stop
[Your collar's out of line]
[You'll soon run out of time]
[Already half-way]
[Down the throne]
The bed is where I belong
[Sorry boss, I'm ill]
Work will be done
Just without me.

Feasibility
Brings out passivity
Passed the threshold of care
Hold on to this thought
For it's all that we got.

We've all got a job
Yet we always feel robbed
Satisfaction never stays until the end of days
One man can have the will of thousands
Only two hands to push the weight of the world
Needs no compass, creating an atlas
Life in their own hands, what divides them from a fascist?
Proverbial attacks for being an architect
How can one ant carry an apple?
How can one man conquer their criteria?
All dreams end, yet the meaning persists
Waking up, getting out
But for who? You? Them? Me?
The truth is often what we never want it to be
How can one cure division when the conversation is slipping?
Running out of solutions
So they answer with silence
...

Words are forgotten
Actions are remembered
Hence why the most change
Comes after disaster