Sibling rivalry
Two, spiteful jealousy
One, empty living

No longer
Can I taste
The fresh flavor of fun
Is it because of too much exposure?
Has my mind changed?
Has the world changed?
When will the fun come?
Is fun important? Is life important?
Too many questions with no distraction
I care about nothing
I feel nothing
I am innocent--no longer

My friends
Think of death as not an omen
Perceive it as what it truly is:
Natural
Change can bring terror
Sometimes, laughter
But death is change with no transparent effect
It is like all change
Why do we fear it?
Because we can not control it.
But, is that so bad?

Enlighten me
How much is our humanity?
May not matter
Advent of science
Renaissance directed at culture
Better than past trends
Born amongst ruin
Unenlightened actions
Near a church-born saint
Love found up above
With no answer
Once again
Forgotten by the stars
Throw out of the night sky
Labeled as inferior
When in their time
It was their standard
Incomparable
Ideals never present
What was once the truth
Mere opinion
Pure hypothesis
Drawn together
By what gives us comfort

A comedian
Upon the stage
Prancing and dancing
Acting deranged
Yet once the audience departs
They sit alone
Hoping their fans heard the message
They were trying to impart

Call the laborer a slave
For they both have chains
Ones that have none, fight for more
Toiling at a place I once enjoyed
Now I sit around and think
"Will I ever see joy?"
Using entertainment to block out the hate
But my brain speaks a truth
Not even I want to hear
Going insane at a daily stage
All I own are distractions
That separates me from the membrane

In
Then out

Memory
Distant memory

I call it
School

What's joy?
Something earned playing with toys?
Gathering a solid grade
For academics is your trade
All of these gaps
Happiness is a time-lapse
Everyone digs for its remaining wraps
Can't think of a time where it didn't collapse...
But that's alright.
It is no blight
Merely a runaway
For in due time, we'll meet halfway
It never remains, so why should we feel betrayed?

What's rage?
Rampage on a stage
Called the world
Never really known, constantly unfurled
CLOSE THEIR EYES
IT BURNS THROUGH YOUR DISGUISE
BUT TO THEIR SURPRISE
THEY'RE THE REASON YOU SERIALIZE
Step back.
No time to crack
Daily times, it may rise
Commonplace human demise
Guide your struggles, create not destroy

To one person
Good may be bad
To another
Bad may be good
But what is the difference?
In reality:
They never truly existed

A modern man
Shall be deemed more than a man
Because he is not a man
But the shell of a man
Remnant of a bygone era
Where heroes were real
And villains were defined
Until the world woke up
To the aftermath of hysteria

Love
Action
The most compassion
Restricted to 24 hours?
How about 8760 hours?

Black man
White man
Asian man
Hispanic man
Love to point out the race
While discarding the man

Not leaving
Just searching
For a purpose

Standing
On the edge of a pier
I walk, I always walk
Never eager for it to end
But soon
Even if I crawl
It will end
It has to end
For it is here
Soon, it will be there
In that place, I do not know
Because the moment I grew
Every time I look back
I'm always looking
For you
Until the day I drown
I will wander, I will wonder
What happened to you?

On this day, I claim
Rebellion against the life we have made
Where millions are muted, mutilated
Muttering truth to give meaning to myths
Until they ******* muzzles
Our feelings are mutual
But we are not mutuals
More divides us than unites us
Mysticism is a mystery
With no solution, only excuses
Treated like the product we consume
Thrown, discarded, mass-produced
Is this why I feel weak with myself?
If peace is mythical
Burn the world down, make it rise as a phoenix

Bullets fly
But the damage is skin deep
Masquerade ball
But the mask is on all day
Crossing cultures
But the purpose is monetary
Fighting for peace
But fighting never stops
Running in circles
But the path was made
Noise canceling
But the meaning never penetrates
One side goes down
The other goes up
Not even ground  
There is no even ground

When I was a child
I loved you
When I was a teenager
I ignored you
When I was an uncertain adult
I forgot you
Now that I am on the edge
Close to my expiration date
There's no one else in the room
To alleviate the gloom
So, I must admit
At the beginning I loved
But now...
I miss you.

All the hate
All the rage
I wonder, deep down
If it was never anger
Sadness maybe?
A rage against what cannot be?
Who did they want to be?
Under the surface
Tortured souls
Begging for love
That will never come home

Poles of greenery
Strike toward the sky
Without them, I'd choke
In the ashes of an uncaring community
It grows on its own
Neither perfect nor fully grown
No need for a shave, forget about fashion
Towering above the world we made
I question:
Why does a tree make a human look enslaved?

Used all my money
Not for me
Someone else
It'll be replaced
With more money
So right now
It's worth it.

Offering no chance for stability
Puppetered by the hands of nobility
Ceasing the acts that made us deceased
Oh, such a joyous thing
Blowing out candles
Just to keep our own
Such is the way back home
We are not admirable
Instead, we are just a fallacy

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?

I care for those
Who never cared for me
All I've become is a rat
No Black Plague
But I've gone from "everybody" to an antibody
Homebody, I am not scared of life
Yet, I cannot look it in the eye
Lips are rife with the word "lowlife"
Look away, I have become a deformation
The incarnation of flagellation, desolation
Isolation is all I crave
Who cares about being brave in the face of a wave?

Victim of the cortex
Home of the addicted
Behavior overtaken
Turned into a lifestyle

Sociopathy
Psychopathy
A thin line
Divides the two
To find the one
Ask them both:
Who would like to be part of history?

Hitchhikers
On a cosmic body
Caring not for the body
But the other stowaways
Searching for a new home
While the current one fights back
As a child, I'd hope we win
As a man, I hope we lose
To teach the ultimate lesson:
Wasters cannot cruise while giving abuse
We've done enough pillaging
Time for the human race to snooze

Beautiful technology
Dividing our diverse psychology
Are we human if we can't do anything without it?
But how could it stop?
Corporations feel elation
Once the profit lines exceed expectation
No aspiration, only calculation
Cashing in on our passion
Refashioned to distant compassion

Tonight there is no light
Only thing I understand is the night

Deliver unto me a fright
Good luck, never in my sight

The darkness doesn't bite
Struck down with blight?
That's a fate I'll rewrite
I'll become the light

Banished into the spotlight
Quit acting uptight

Soaring from a new height
I can almost touch the daylight

Once hope pierces through
Maybe I'll stop feeling blue

Looking through a haze.

If only the stars
Could communicate
Maybe then I'd hear
What the universe means
To something
That's a part of it

"Life has no meaning"
"That's just the truth"
I apologize for intervening
I am no sleuth but
Doesn't that mean you can do anything you want to?

Plates of glass
My feet lay firm
Possibility of failure
Pushed to the background
In the foreground
Distant places, distant faces
On an island view
My legs, they move
The plates, they shudder
Always the first move
That trips up a recluse
Surfing on shards
Of the courage that remains

Politicians
Deal with politics
Once dealt a hand with linguistics
Watch them close
To prevent future obstruction

No more order
No more justice
No more structure
All that remains:
Pure chaos
Actions went unnoticed
Doubt placed in those considered "cornerstones"
Such is the new way of living.

Standards everchanging
Academics
Beauty
Health
In relation to the nation
Never maintaining
Forever a remix
Procralimed by a snooty
Individual
Flowing with wealth
Bankrupt in understanding
If everyone began to harm
We'd idolize it as a norm
No matter the charm
It'd be a uniform thunderstorm

Tears
In your eyes
I'm not a bad man
I can only be
Just a man
Broken, but moving forward

The greatest tragedies come from
The shortcomings of society

We never evolved.

The more things change
The more they stay the same
Just a coat of paint
On the same outdated structure

Searching for
Alien hominoids
When they are already here:
In the sea
In the sky
Within us deep inside
Even people like us
Seem so foreign
Martians exist down here
Can't understand them? Must be aliens.
Can't reason with them? Must be aliens.
Can't control them? Must be aliens.
All those who oppose with poor prose must be labelled so
Not my rule, but it still remains

Staring at trees
Shaking and sway
Only entertained
For I can't look away
Longing for days
When I had more patience
A little bit of bravery
Confidence, even just a speck
Today I will leave
Understand the danger
Of running into strangers
Exhale of the lungs
Tomorrow the funeral
What is the world trying to tell me?
Our time has expired?
Humanity will be retired?
Don't want to sleep when I'm not even tired
Let me leave when I've become
What I've aspired.

Compassion for one
Compassion for none
Give it to someone
Before they all turn and run

Days are numbered
Our life is numbered
Labeled from birth
Laminated by death
Do you enjoy life?
Tell me the number
How often do you desire slumber?
You feel encumbered
The pros of life have been outnumbered
The more we see, the less we care
Numerous numbers
Apathy and complacency
Loving life until we realize
We were never truly free
Cannot break our chains
When they are bonded by bone
Binded by bureaucracy

A man wanders
His dreams are squandered
Now the isolation
Begins to peer through
The glass inside
His heart made of tubes
Such a foolish man
Tried to select his world
He tried to be so brave
Now he lays depraved
Deprived of a life
No emotions inside
All that's left deep inside
Acid and cyanide
Pessimistic tendencies
Side effects of the world you see
Marvels cannot bring him glee
For one and all, the world to see
The tears he shed
Engrained in the sea

Falling
Into the depths
A pitch-black void
Covered in a thin veil of static
Noiseless
Yet defeating in silence
In the distance-
Silhouettes
Falling as I am...
...where am I?

A beautiful restaurant
With beautiful people
Bursting with positivity
5/5
A+
Nothing negative
Smiles all around
Stretched so far
Cheeks creak like metal beams
Rigid but inviting
Yet...
Dare I ask
How did it get like this?

In the nose
Out the mouth
Can you feel the breath
As you push out?
Deep breath
Unless you prefer deep rest
So many techniques
So many quick fixes
So much snake oil
It gets under my skin
Bringing profit into disease
Everything is a business, everyone wears suits
Armor to protect, project professionalism
One hand on a shoulder
One fishing for change
As a fly chases to food
The man chases the loot
For when the world revolves around one thing
What consequences shall that bring?

All I am is busy
Artificial demand
Who was the demented soul that created the mobile phone?
Separate lives, away from the scene
Now my freedom is taken
In a line of text, strings
A puppeteer behind the scenes
Superiority breeds inferiority
But in a land full of flawed monkeys
We are equal
Not in our rights, but in our ability to be feeble
After this line, I go back to the grind
Grinding my teeth
It's what I deserve
When will the happiness return?
Have I become too disturbed to learn?

How are you?
Me? Well, have you got a sec?
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Dead or alive
Which one am I?
Do I wanna be dead if all I do is survive?
Apathy, tragedy
Occasional care snuffed by cruelty
Feeding into the silence, violence
Born with flaws and no features
At least with toys
You can return them for a new one
Broken and fixed on the same day
Yet every **** day is a haze
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Trying to fix a human? Architecture.
One false move and the foundation is crumbled
There can be no pleasure if I am not conscious
It is all I am, can there be any lesser?
Pleasure and pain rock throughout my brain
Where is the drain to remove my strain?
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Fixing a disease comes with no ease
Especially when you have no idea what normal means.

Woke up again, 3 AM
Subconsciously trying to tell me
That things are amiss
Is there a point that I have missed?
Answers on a horizon I cannot fathom
Eclipsing my vision, iris circumcision
Decisions to make, faces to fake
As my feet quake, hope gets raked
Such an ache
Wanted a rhapsody
Received a lament, such a descent
On top of the world like a king and queen
Entertaining hypotheticals
Hope is not in the reticule
I'd call myself prophetical if more were esthetical
Wanting more from myself
While my health gets put on the shelf
Flying high in the sky
Until I wake up
Then my feet and future become clandestine