Why must I feel
Like an alien on a distant planet
One and the same
To you.
To me, the difference is night and day
Rise up for the morning
As I weep for twilight.

Want vs. have
I want to do this
So I go to chose it
But when I have to do this
It makes me lose it
Freedom never freed him
Why even pretend?
Our life ends once we fend
Individuality turned to superficiality
Fighting for life, common mentality
Why is it easier to die under lax legality?
Wanting to have a choice
No matter the side
Choice is never supplied

Look before you leap
Into arms that deceive.

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

Be afraid
Of the man
Who has lost everything
For when you lose something
His sympathy will turn to battle malice
Alice fell down the hole
But, he embraced it
And lost self-control.

Couch
Stained with an unknown substance
A television
Channels, all the same
To static
At least that is distinct
Future?
Never put much thought to it
Windows barricaded
Outside sources breed panic
Internet
A place to hide
Safety net soon to be snipped
Yet these images...
The same
Videos...
Looped for hours
Music...
Playlist of repetition
Today is the worst
And tomorrow...
...will be the same

Artistry is wasted
On a modern mindset
I'd love to make what I want
But then I'd forgo:
Food
Water
Rent
Bills
All the things which drive me to pills
For in a twisted place
You have to contort your face
Eyes growing wide as the flame fades inside
Creations only matter in the frame of collectivity
Forgive my hostility
Creativity has given way to reactivity
To make a living, I rely on opinions
Of people who never shared my vision
If it was my decision, I'd envision a revision
Bringing back the soul and reviving life
When asked, we ask for less
Submitting to the hollow visage of progression
But in the race of life, heart and soul are left behind
What segregates life from those who never lived it?
I'd say I wear a mask
But that implies I can detach it
Co-dependent relationship comprised of battleships
If being a farce was a test
I'd bring home the championship.

Why do you love what you do?
One says the environment
Another genetics
Predisposed affection
Blocks for insurrection
How about
Some bias?
Entirely probable
Once loved by your parents
Now cherished by the kin
Fit to wager on the right one?
Plot twist
Last-minute savior
None are wrong
All equally right
The science of emotional expression
Pursues in different forms
Not chemically
No solid, liquid, nor gas
Conceptually
That's the way it shall be.

Running over to an island
For a sense of self
Jump off from your highland
She ran away from herself
You lustful lightweight...
...would you like the same fate?

Feeling lovesick
Good thing I'm back home
Time to atone

Uh oh...
Something went wrong
That tends to happen
When writing a love song.

Talk is cheap
For upper echelon jobs
Talking is a paycheck

I don’t understand
But at the same time
I see why this happens
To people like me
Issued out by people
Claim to be lawful
Could be the same
As me
Sadly I will never know
Staring at bars
Black as death
Make me wish for it
To come sooner
Redemption?
America has to import that
It’s not grown here
Reparation though
That’s in a surplus
Yearly grown with no GMO’s
Picked fresh
But it’s purpose is to end
By satisfying something else
Am I a vegetable?
Picked fresh for the day
When I bring satisfaction
To “pay” for my crimes
If only they could see
I am more than my mistakes
I am more than indulgent choices
I am doomed
Yet the one to point fingers at
Fled long ago
Now I’m here…
…at least the chair is somewhat comfy.

Pins, needles
Suppressed evil
Butterflies lie
Despite their pride
Pointing fingers at sides
To hide what's inside
Nerves, the motive
Paranoia, the action
Blind cannot react
To such a transaction
Pure distraction
As the branch falls
So too does its spread
But if you cut off the head
Is it truly dead?

I have no mouth
And I must scream
I have no eyes
And I must see
I have no ears
And I must listen
I have no blood
And I must live
For objects possess
No awareness.

Everyone
Wants to talk about change
Yet, no one ever wants
To embody it

The lives we live seem unnatural
Loving materials
Giving ourselves obstacles
Voyaging to other places
Watching plastic faces
Living in the mundane
Hating the day-to-day
Doesn't it make you bored?
Following the horde
Hiding the truth under floorboards
Behaving like warlords
Only giving out money to landlords
Lord of the door, it's all we can afford
Time draws near but you were never here
Despite it all, when I see nature
It all feels natural, it all feels related

Drinking beers
To avoid tears
For the fear of disgrace
Weighs heavy on the face
Embarrassment, for feelings and drinking
In this world
No one can feel
For judgment it brings

Sons of the priest
Wash water
To burn it all on the altar
Every offering, pleasing
Crumbled, into essence

Arrows flung by the youth
War commanded by the ancient
Hey, get up
We have more to conquer
Hey, get up
We have more to fire
Hey, get up!
We have more of you to spare!
But you will never command my soul

A daily mantra:
Talk is cheap, actions speak louder
Why do we trust product marketing
If talk is all they can afford?

All of my friends
Betrayed to rusted machines
Filled with corks
Screws
Lugnuts and bolts
Tragedy struck like lightning
Noose is ever-tightening
Piece of machine
Lies within my frame
Not willing
Since it was not in my billing
Above the pay grade
That an F could afford
Lost to machines
We created and now cause us to decay
I knew that I would die
But not as a ***
With no march, absence of a marching drum
Beat my flesh and bone
Weather me like a storm
Rain poured on my face
Pushed aside
Thrown to the curb
Hurts to be the one?
Shift your feet at once now
Carry on!

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

High altitude
Brought to a bigger status
Here comes the panic
Higher reputation brings a sobering mutation
Babbling turns to quotations, fame incarnate
Afraid of heights, embodied in metaphor
How can I rise with a fear of heights?
Making new flights to forget the time
A daily ritual, commonplace
Fusion of melancholy and lazy days
Afternoons turn to night
Nights turn to days
I can predict these things, they keep going
But the waves drag me under
Awake till moonlight, it's cold outside
Thinking "maybe this time", like the day before
Every day is disarray, how do I get away?

Away
Get yourself out of here
Disgust?
Of course not.
I said...
Leave this place
I cannot hold on
Any longer
To such a
Corrupted tabernacle
I'll swallow the pain
Try not to inflict it
You weren't the one
Removed my arm
Now I'll say again
Run away
From the injured one.

Stop.
You've pushed me down
Knocked my hopes out
Into embers
Tore my faith apart
After years
Built it all back up
Like any empire
Rise
Fall
Rebirth
Yet now you come
Back to pillage
Ruin is all you bring...
Part of me can't comprehend
That you are...
...me.

Looking out
At the vast universe
Not for analysis, for answers

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

The people want hope
A messiah
Someone to look up to
In times of hardship
Death
War
Famine
Catastrophe
Gifted with the power
To create
I will make a new hope
For all to survey
Doctorate in electrical reasoning
With pure electricity
Bring forth the mechanical messiah

As the music box plays
Childhood melodies
Pure joy and bliss
With a mind full of thrills
Then, I grew up
And the notes distorted

Hit the age
Of a broken page
Reminding me of my cage
All I live for is a wage
Trapped in a stone age, enraged
Never quite engaged since I was teenage
Years progress but the time is hard to gauge
Not quite a sage, not quite upstaged
Yelling offstage in an outrage
Lost and encaged

Glimmer and glamour
Grey buildings with vacant eyes
Advertised to buy

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

Everything we create
An extension of the mind
So when disconnection occurs
Pain and pleasure intertwine
The world goes into decline
While business increases, for the hotline

Reflections change perception
Make those weak, vulnerable to deception
From the moment of its inception:
Do we truly know who we are?

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

On that final day
What did your promise mean?
You said, don't worry
We will meet again
But, the more time passes
The further you go
Why must my friends go so far?
Why must my heart be so large?
You were my world
But I was never yours
Was it a shock for me?
Not really, not anymore

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