Truth
Distorted by the perceiver
People fight to prove theirs
Reminders of how primal we are

Clarity
Truth of the mind
Does it foster love?
Or does it foster chaos?
Lateral truth
Lateral violence
How many have died
Fighting for lies?

As the moon shines bright
My eyes go dim
Wondering how my life begins
Stagnation, elation
Passed by a whole nation
I look to the stars
Fewer than before, so far
The world is beautiful
But our actions are putrid
Fueled by illusions
Today, I stay
Tomorrow, give into the delusions

Endless vista
Faces suddenly staring
At silhouettes
Leaping from columns of smolder
Why?
An explosion...
Of realization, folks.

Manipulate the masses
To reach a state of numbness
Dulling a country
To take it over

I like you
Or is it hate?
Wake up early
Maybe late
Hungry
Not anymore
Which is such?
Like there's more than me
Residing inside
A chamber of flesh and bone
Mind decides
To flip like a coin
I feel like heads
How about tails?

Conceptual conspiracies
Originate with hate and distrust
For when something is important
No coincidence, a planned event
No accidents, a coordinated fight
Once something lives in mystery
It will forever be tied to history
As a legacy

Knocking at the exit...
Can't see it.
I gotta find my old opulence
Maybe, the exit was always here
But, my eyes
Chose to ignore it

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

Wake up one day
Soon enough I’ll say:
I want to go back
Back to the days
Where everything was a marvel-
Not a “Marvel”
Want to go back
To an era of experimentation
For the whole nation
Dusting off the spiders
On the world wide web
Took the person out of personality
Broadcast yourself
Now?
Broadcast your persona

No aspirations
Delusions of grandeur
All they give is dopamine
Which my brain resists
Going through the motions
Life is no checklist, why has no one checked this?
For when the bucket list is finished
What comes next?
Filling up a bucket just to dump out the water
Wasting oxygen on an expensive ottoman
If I could be a cosmopolitan, I'd deny the request
All it does is make my chest feel pressed, stressed
Why should I be obsessed with tests when I have no self-interest?

The man who knew everything
Would not make it known
For if he knew all things
He would prefer to die, alone

Solo
Then I paired with you
Together
Now you stray away
Broken
Need to put you down
Solo
Again I am

Mimes, clowns in disguise
Reality, no surprise
Dictated by deceit

Falling down
With no floor
To carry me
When will I come down?
And

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Planted feet
Enriched in riches
I have never been better
But I feel faint
Always falling, never stalling
Am I moving up?
Down?
Left?
Right?
Cardinal sins with no direction
Every time I catch my breath
Life erodes at my exhaustion
Peaceful days
Ruined by jagged skin
Pins and needles
I am the true evil
To my reflection
Twisting and flipping
Small size, vast numbers
A cricket's chime, ringing infinitely

When did mankind
Lose their kind?
When did the preacher
Become the payer?
What does it mean
To live in a modern age?
When does the noise
Stop being normal?
What happens to the mind
When exposed to constants?
How can a future be made
When none enjoy today?

Stretched thin
Between the lines
Of death and life
How can you save others
When life is absent
Of stability, nobility
Lessening tranquility
Living lies while people realize
They could have prevented all of this
If they spoke with their eyes

As I get older
World gets colder
All I can muster, crocodile tears
Numb to the cries
How can I harmonize when tragedy is normalized?

Killing each other
Requires the prerequisite
Of killing our selves

My bed is a king
But I am no royalty
For it is incomplete
Without a queen
Yet I never deserved one
A kid can be no king
Nor can he control a kingdom
Relieved of this duty
For control of so many
No pleasure, only pressure

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?

To feel safe
To feel wanted
To feel alive
To feel like I'm flying
Away
From pain and decay
Nothing else to say
This is why we play
Our role out
In a group
Dedicated
To a false god
Promising love and peace
To the world, forever far.

Despite the days spent held up
Inside
Problems have yet to solve themselves
Regret
Will tears solve a crisis?
Withstand
So much torture of the soul
Write
An ode to the fallen
War
One of biology, none with tension
Sleep
Can it rebuild us?
Or for all to heal
Free from decay and
Lost passion
To occupy the soil
Everchanging mystery

Alone
A cycle remains
Together
The cycle still remains
For it was orchestrated for years
By those
We have never known

Process
To cure the hate
Cull violent endeavors
Shifting the cycle
Into a recycle bin
For when violence comes
We seem to purge the violent with violence
Unto us:
The new cycle is fully realized
Yet...
It is the same but disguised.

Even if I keep running
Toward a creeping sunrise
Will I reach what I need?
Doubts fill up the glass
Cracks and borderline
Shatter
But every day is a change
In something around my life
Breaking, I've become used to it
Come to peace with the fact
It'll be part of me now

Love is essential
What can it manifest as?
Desire or joint love

I gave you everything I had
Instead
He gave you what you wanted
Who's the real winner?

They will descend soon
Unfortunately, none live
Vanquished, betrayed

Siren alerted
Hide down below
Before all life
Ceases and explodes
Apocolypse applies to all applications
War inside
A damaged planet
Heal the wounds?
Push the bullet in further.

Today is tomorrow's past

In a world full of noise
The only sound that retains my attention
Is your voice.
Removes all the tension
Once there was silence
In a darkened hole
Secretaries that go for strolls
Tired of the paper
Driven to violence
National caper
But
Everything is alright
Just fine
For I cast the line
Into the deep blue, reflecting the sunlight
Not what I envisioned, a storyline
No more need for a hotline
Chipped at life, I've found the goldmine
Everything will be fine
You were the sign.

Staring
Hollow
Controlled by a box
Of science
To slay, the silence
For today is a day
Nothing else or more
Tomorrow brings chance
That no one will take
How can we live
Under false pretense
Dispensed intensity
Shattered bones
Not loud enough to tell
The secrets of a generation
How can we live?

Dear my departed
No memories remain, yet...
I never feel sole.

Colonial customs
Have not evolved
For we put stock on community
Without bearing witness
To communion

I don't know how to hope
All I do is cope with jokes
One of a kind? Just a joke.
An ace of naught
Sanctimonious? I am not.
Pride builds foundations out of nations
Built to fall
Better to be undersold
Than to perceive yourself as a flush
While dreams get rushed
Into a joker's hand
The deck is laid out
While the house prepares to win, full house

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Tough waters
Full of mystery
In the forbidden depths
Lies history

Two answers
Extinction or reason
Harsh distinction
Humanity's treason
Are our lives unique
Among hundreds and billions?
Why do we control nature
By separating ourselves?
Endless, friendless
Evolving to get less
Age is no refinement
Inside is misalignment
Questions not solved by assignments
We live through confinement
Enhancers of cancer
Dancers and prancers
Funds without a financer

Don't break the shield
Once it crumbles
It's gone forever
My shield...
Well it'll never go
I've tried to pry it off
Too late
It's embed in.

Descended deep
Into a sleeping realm
Couldn't be believed
Unless in a film
The world bounced
Like the castle
At a 7-year-old's party
Giddy and pure
Yet when I leaped
Toward the clouds
The ground burst like a balloon
Descended like a fallen angel
What happened to those days?
When did the giddiness...
...get snuffed out like a torch?

Missed an hour
No problem
Missed 3 hours
That's a problem
At risk of disease
Not good
I've caught a cold
It's not even winter
Forgot something
What day is it?
Need to visit my grandpa
Hopped in the vehicle
Woke up
To shattered realization
If only I slept
At a daily rhythm

Yearning
My blood is churning
The heart resides
At the peak of excess
Madness, cowardice
My desire will not yield
For hope is a sword
That I cannot wield

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

In the back of my cognition
A memory appears:
Such a treasured time
Such bittersweetness
A choir of children sing a chorus
But I see none?
Only one, singing for no one
Yet...everyone?
No words, no phrases
Just noises
So simple, so pure
My vision grows blurry
I no longer have his eyes
Therefore, I cannot see him
But on a rare night
I hear his song
Only to weep, another night

Unknown circumstances
Chill you to the core
Bones quiver
Tremors take over
Look for hope, a sliver
A good luck charm
Such is a four-leaf clover
For I'll say this once
After broken days
Called a cataclysmic blaze
Learn right here and now
Some things don't always want
To hurt you
Please don't fly away
Not a cockatoo
Your faith will renew
As dusk turns to dawn
Witness this sustaining phenomenon!

Growing old
Growing up
To notice the difference, say "shut up"
Then witness the path
They have embraced

The cave
Has been "the cave"
Ever since my first year
...
How would it feel
To not have a name?

One day, I took a vacation
Tired of the suffering
Stress
And hysteria
So, I traveled across the world
To a country, filled with hopes
Upon arriving, I saw:
Suffering
Stress
And hysteria...
...
I no longer take vacations
For the view was good
But the atmosphere, a façade.