Walking through a forest
Eyes around, but not noticed
Snapping twigs unleash no motion
Blind to the world, deaf to the squirrels
Destroying peaceful beasts
To make a centerpiece
Why do I feel so at peace
In a place of pure grease?
Nature is a masterpiece, always released
Free from the connections that bring no direction
Upon reflection, this place is a correction

Catch and release
As I fish, my joy will increase
Catch and release
How exotic, such beauty should be honored
Catch and release
...
Where have the fish gone?
I look down, but the veil of water
Gone.
The beauty?
Gone.
Aquatic graveyard that holds past families
I am only a fisherman
Emphasis on the "man"
For just like the rest
I prayed for a solution
Got back a jest
...
Catch and release
Rest well, be free
My hook will be alone
But now your minds will be at ease
Singing the eternal lullaby:
Catch and release.

Entrenched in quicksand
A rope hangs daintily above
Mantras of "If I could just reach..."
Become acceptance of reality
Tired of false hopes
Brings nothing but tragedy
Avalanche of emotions
Sinking deep into the ground
In motion, peace has been found
What was once deadly, danger
Peace has been found
I have been found
My soul has been found
In the midst of demise
Acceptance, found

Aged, unstable
Closed fists, old distant answers
Open hands replaced

Two figures
Shadows on the horizon
Clashing together
Remaining separate forever
Breaking bones
As a sign of will
Yet when the sun rises
They look out, forgetting what to do
They turn to the rising sun, one says:
"The beauty never dies, it will forever survive."
Turning back to each other
Blooming beauty brings back burning burdens
A crack and a crunch
Then, no more

Moral high grounds
Crumble to dust
When pressed through reality
For no man, not one
Will ever be good
Evil wears no hood
Because these labels, which we swear by
Large in size, fit for a demise
Madness is prescribed
We all step on heads to get by
No one is a hero, just people
Trying to be alive

A love of hate
A hatred of love
Across time and land
As we stick to our rock
We will never transcend
Our biological bend

The world, merely what we perceive
Could be small as a yard
Or big like Gallipoli

Resident leaders
Citizen turned schemer
Lifting a finger
To guide others
Yet, let's list facts
Every resident
Becomes a percent
Numbers take precedent
Yet still in debt
Paid for on borrowed time
Labeled on a list of lies
Will it end with our demise?
Not quite sure
For it's where freedom lies

Searching for stability
Happiness without friction
Isolated, cold as icicles
Hollow hopes
Full of falsity
So much truth
Now peace is displaced
Euphoria, dysphoria
Joy, anger
Distress with no duress
Is this how we are meant to be?
Is this everything you've been longing for?
Tell me, please, who is satisfied?

Copperhead
More crooked than a cop
Bloodlust that just wont stop
***** like a teenager’s laptop
Can’t drop the violence
Screams snuffed by the raindrops
Humanity as the backdrop
Year of perfect vision
Growing further apart, division
Never thought I'd use this again:
Embodiment of nuclear fission

Struck down by time
Perfunctory
We all chase the days away
While begging for more

Abandoned
Even betrayed
They say it all gets better
Until the torment returns

Out of all the advice in life
So many say to "push through"
But when someone reaches the end
They look around
Wondering what to do
Then as they meet more people
More walls appear before them
But when they glance back
They feel no pride
For they have realized
What it means, deep inside

Always a brawler
Could have become a scholar
An impatient imp

If everything is subjective
Why do we argue
When none of us right?

Suspension of my senses
To condense is my defense
As we dispense discourse
Full of distress, the atmosphere is tense
Superiority from the side of your fence
Tell me, tell me
How can there be more than one common sense?

The pilot commands
A robot to function
As they see fit
But when the pilot cannot be trusted
How will anything get done?
That is the brain.

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

The crushed up
Dreadful
Rotten tasting
Medicine
Helps a lot
Yet
I'm not sure
If
The cure is all
In
My imagination

Locked in place
With a twisted face
Merged with emotional platitudes
Left to the dogs
I ponder, why did this face
Presume today
Would be a good day?

Maybe today
Will be the time
Half-past noon
Quarter at a time
Take it slow
Focus on the world
Not yourself
So your feelings
Don't go

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Been looking
For a way
To help us and all
Just a man
Stuck in a phase
When will it phase out?
I don’t know
Yet who does?
The map hasn’t been charted
Come out
Of the trance
Submerged underwater
Cannot climb back up
Where did your life vest go?
Shed it like your memories.
Going around
Helping hand
Yet what if a touch
Turns into an attack
Took one step toward healing
Fell backwards
I’ve misstepped
Lucky to wake up for breakfast
Make sure you’ll live to dinner
Fly away
Not today
Clip your wings
Casted in iron
Born out of spite
Life is alive
Keep it that way
Torn away
Free of poison
Full of dignity
Yet you…
Prescribed the medicine
Yourself
Is it going to help?
Time will decide
How health will decline

From myth
To legend
Your fire sparks
Until the dead of the night
Whispers of valor
Whimpers of glamor
As you lose, you die
But you still look alright!
Sparking faster
Like a wildfire
But now, your smile
Turned from friend to fangs

I feel old, I feel young
I feel energetic, I feel lethargic
I feel close, I feel distant
I feel everything, I feel nothing
I feel dead, I feel alive
I feel defeated, I feel succeeded
I feel alone, I feel known
I feel broken, I feel whole
I feel love, I feel scorn
I feel myself, I feel you
I feel for me, I feel for you
I feel your pain, let's help it too

Perfection depends on perspective
So why waste time
Chasing after inconsistencies?

The face of a demon
Heart of an angel
Hark the call of brass and bones
Trumpets sound for the cataclysm
But now, our end
Marks the beginning
Of a brand new stage
To make history
No archangels can remedy the destruction
For it too, brings creation
Creating chaos to create beginnings
Seems so backwards
Yet fits succinctly
Fear no death
For it gives us meaning
To cope with consciousness
These are the rules we have written.

In the sky, ground, space
Is there no more tomorrow?
Embraced waste, distaste

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

Pressure is direct
Both by influence and force
So, these adolescent tendencies
Become susceptible to industry

Not shy
Just know
When words are required
And when action is necessary

IQ grows
The more seeds I sow
Thoughts in tow
Why can't I take it slow?

Am I making a difference?
Just causing trouble
Bury me
Underneath forgotten rubble
Cannot be located with a Hubble
Telescopic
Distant incident
Magnify it
Like we always do
Now it's a threat
To my subconscious
These thoughts
My feelings
Forever chronic.

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

Data is gone
Where has it flown?
Not just mine
Everyone...
Credit cards
Social security
Cameras
Networks
No frame to bounce back from
Nothing secure
Hence the pretense
An assault
Onto digital landscapes
They got smarter
Stealthier
Capable of striking
With no awareness
Did we create...
The end of ourselves?

Swarmed with anticipation
Hidden
Away from prying eyes
Turn around
Here comes reality

Huh?
Why is everything so strange?
No need for a fuss
Just the way life drifts on by
Grasped around my neck
"Discipline your mind."

How far can I go
On the dreams of others?
Which do I own?
Should I say hello
If every day ends with
Goodbye?

May be hard
To be torn apart
From broken land
Such is the tides of sand
Take the heart, turn to a martial art
No longer in this plane...
Through a story which I can't explain
Yet I shall sustain
Subdue overthinking inside me
Gone to the black sea
Much like memories
Which die every hour
But...
A scrapbook binds me to the soil
Good times
All-around
For you, I'll make 100 and more

Lies dormant
Never truly ran away
Always here to stay
Inside a heart
Cardiovascular home
Only goal?
To control mankind through the mind.

Stubby legs...
Small frame
Broken like glass
I want to go down those stairs...
All the others can
Why am I different?
One day!
I will descend
And discover soon enough
What lies beyond
The stairs that descend
Into a new realm

For some
It is easier to suffer silently
As opposed
To being ridiculed
By persistently fake positive tendencies

I pray for an answer
Life is a multiple choice question
With no pre-written hints
So how will anyone find out...
...how to excel at it?

Broken, battered
Split, shattered
I don't feel like I'm here
I'm not even there, so, where?
All in our own world
Foundation of isolation
Decayed and decadent
Holding onto the remnants
Life is a cycle
My conscious is a rival
I don't want to live through survival
I'm barely living
I ring the door to sound my arrival
I need a revival
One arm pulls, one arm pushes
I have fallen for my own excuses

Faster innovation
Leaves more left behind
How long until the future
Leaves me?

The beat of battle
Rides like a horse, no saddle
Vibrations, a raddle
Up the back of a venemous tassle

I can't find hate in my heart
For those who pursue crime
"Such a taboo"
Not when it's the only thing you can do
I mean, if we were all:
Forgotten
Troubled
Juvenile
Downright suicidal
Hopeless
Speechless
Broken
Ruined by a system
Misused and abused
Constantly confused by being used
Not excused
From a situation you never fused-
Yet, you are devoted
Longing for another
Someone to call a brother
Who looks out for you and doesn't smother
In this mad world...
Wouldn't you?

21st century
Careers turn to fears
Reliance on tears, submission to beers
Acknowledging the power
Of powerlessness, cower wildflower
Your dreams rise high
Just to fall so low, tongue-tied by demise
Failing at every session
Ingestion of aggression
Here's my confession:
Depression and compression
Feeling possessed, feeling repressed
If I ask too many questions
Then, welcome to the penitentiary

Once again, here we go
Back to the writer's room
Talking all about
What removes the gloom
Existential dread from the
Hippocampus
Dampen us
For no matter the source of the world
All things change
If you think not you're classified deranged
Yet some stays the same
Who is to blame?
I don't know, no need to shame yourself
For things out of control
Beyond the hands
We didn't create the land
Molded it fine
Grew crops to dine
Now everything changed on a dime
Except for what's inside:
Positive and negative energy
A joint duo held by lethargy
Familiar?
I don't blame you
Such is the way you were groomed
Born to consume
Ask yourself:
If it just hides away the pain
Should it be resumed?

Legacy
Such an underused word
Today it shall become no longer absurd
Remembrance
Throughout all the seasons
How will we be remembered?
First, you need to find a reason  
Etched into history
With a motive in mind
Give in to passivity?
Only if you want to remain blind.
For the mastermind of humankind--
Whoever they shall be
Doesn't accept wannabees
Killing bumblebees
Out of necessity
So just for the fallen
Pull out the textbook
Flip to the page often overlooked
For today...
Downplay your getaway.

Is your new height embedded into the pavement?
Let's jump back in
Never had a childhood like your own
If you were sitting on a throne
Mine's a gravestone
Etched in with disdain
Within my lane
Iron-forged chains
Pieces of the heart to regain
Hidden in the dark
Recoiling upon a midnight bark
From a puppy lost--
At least the owner says so
Reality says it got tossed
How can I be nostalgic?
Walking away from those days
Antalgic gait
Be aware of your worst step
Wary of a misstep
Watch out for the edge
Solutions don't come from the ledge
Leap off if it's your passion
Yet the child inside
Within the beat chamber
Could be the hope you were looking to provide
I mean not to offend
But here's a branch I overextend
How will you ascend
If you write your own end?
You may be tortured
Goodbye for now
Do you like reaching the height of an orchard?
Undergrowth is stunting your growth.

"This is who I am"
"No doubt about that"
Which mask is that?
Do you buy it in bulk?
Your real self hangs on a thread
Yes, a brain is in possession
It lies in the seabed.
Drowned underneath a facade
Vita is false
Ita what a charade it is!
Proficient in Latin
I jest, I could be from Manhatten
Corner of Houston Street
Around the bend
See how easy it is to cheat?
Reheat your claims
In a busted microcosm
For every face varies
At different angles
Yet I can't recall
It coming in tangles
Backed up against the wall
Today marks your fall
Of one face.
Oh, I know there's a plethora
But as it is spoken in the Torah
Once a liar speaks
Their words fall on deaf ears.