Warm cords striking the piano gently.
My feelings accept isolation.
I agree with the unpopular opinion.
These thoughts; a cognitive dissonance.

All of this could be a consequence.
A superstition of intemperament.
I cannot recognize anything.
It feels like one big elaborate dream.

Through the static I feel the presence.
Eerie notes block my judgement.
I feel sympathy for something that doesn't exist.
My mind's eye feeling out of tune.

Tears from my forehead trickle down.
Single keys punctuate the atmosphere justly.
Everything in my heart becomes blind.
With the pianist caress; it becomes empty.
A warm place stuck in time.

To those mean, I appreciate you.

To those interested, I teach you.

To those lost, I guide you.

To those snarky, I enjoy you.

To those scared, I adore you.

To those loyal, I love you.

Systematically, we are looking for truth in all falsehoods.
Never fear the pursuit of knowledge or that of reason.
Spite such hard times; we need to fall back on art.
Only in such equity can we measure tranquility.

Singular as inquired, some traits are more bold.
Inspirations of love, politics, and freedom are not found-
in the classroom; only through art, culture, and equality
can this be achieved.

Educate and inform our youth; as they our greatest aspiration.
Build into them, culture and love; make sure it becomes habituated.
The dreams of prophets defeat the minds of oppression.
Break this mold supporting a slave mind if we seek progression.   

May they bring us justification, and flourish our culture.
May they be wise, and hold back the elevations of tyranny.
May they be able to grow into philosophers, painters, and prophets.
May conquest not be for world *******, but of  peace and knowledge.

Our past father's will sleep gently, to know no war drums.
In the age of total enlightenment we cannot be alone.
Sharing is our greatest gift to the world, we need teachers.
May we foster those who seek it, and educate those who love it.
Never should we shy away from the prospect that is our youth.

Obtuse monolith glowing steady.
Lighting heaps of toothless jack o' lantern.
Snarky comments come pouring the crowd.
Howling a tone harmoniously.

Scenes change, the verdict enriches.
Terrible cries; screeching shrieks of witches.
Bellowing sighs turn to glee.
Flickering faces fade; instantaneously.

Burning the monolith; charring the grass.
After a pause, the anxiety lasts.
Effigies ignited enhancing the praise.
Nature arrives greeting the blaze.

Winds of water crowd the sky.
Little speckles of rain trickle surprise.
Cowardly pumpkins quickly roll away.
Effigy extinguished; feeling betrayed.

Shadows retreat anxious and free.
Lightning whips with thunderous speed.
Echoing silence the monolith dims.
A new cycle graciously begins.

As they catch up,
the bass starts bouncing.
Your fingers gallop across her skin.
Weary-eyed; you pick up speed.

Your heart a steaming engine,
whispering heat from each ventricle.
Pumping into overdrive exhaustively.
Yet, she allows you one last ride.

You give it all you got.
Blood flows madly.
Her eyes light with excitement.
Everything passing blurs.
Absolute serenity.

The motor flatlines, exhausted; empty.
They have you; it's all over.
You're her favorite song, galloping gently.
She's the temperance to your gluttony.
Fallen into arms, the two sob infinitely.

I know true darkness,
it's something that can sway you.
We think of demons or ghost,
but in reality, they're right next to you.
Wearing flesh just like you.

Think of this;
If someone cares too much,
is that seen black or white?
Maybe a hidden agenda,
maybe control out of spite?

Manipulators; they understand subconsciously.
Seeing other people's potential, like a curse,
allowing them to chose your fate, which is worse?
Slowly, they can elevate you, but in a instant as a lost
interest; they can murmur disappointment.

Premeditating all outcomes.
Exhausting their mind by weaving words.
Someone who is plotting has foresight,
or is human behaviour playing its part?

Some who see too much, know too much.
Having high expectations,
allowing them to manipulate fate.
Power over probability is dark and deadly.
Should you feel afraid of these weavers,
simply remind yourself; they can be great.

Sleepwalker drifting through interstellar planes.
Citizens illuminate fluorescently; shining black.

Galloping between stars.
Galactic tornado made of chains.

Thirsty hunter gathering intellect.
Polar caps enameled with honey.

Junkyard holding crystalized memories.
Tainted philosopher sitting high.

Daytripper strangling dwarfed dreams.
Waves crash brilliantly against the sky.