Sippin' on a Proper English beer,
In a desert not unlike my soul,
My mind is heavy and all but clear,
And my heart is far from whole.
I'll smoke another, and drink my few,
I'm shaking with anxiety at the thought of you.
I'll walk back silent,
Eat alone,
The sadness defiant,
I reach for the phone.
From my desolate outpost your voice emerges,
My thoughts go out through space.
The emotions rise, control my urges,
I ******' hate this place.
You must return to your daily must,
Your voice is gone; I'm alone.
I watch the sky as it turns to dust,
A Cigarette; Solitude; is where I'm prone.
It's odd to me to sip a beer,
And feel the way I do,
The rocks reflect my soul here,
The only color blue.

Traveling miles forward to I (am)
Collected ghosts of My (self)
A why echoes without a because
Instead have prods with what if

A smile reminds (have) value of
Moment immune to (what) if
Piled between bloodied (if) victims
Future stained moments immune

I (am) has roots in shallow soil
My (self) anchored in must
A stranger emerges of familiar echoes
Contradict is something I trust

Dance, for the cruel, Dance.
For time long past later will show,
How much better it was if they didn't know,
the plans to one day stop the charade,
To bear my teeth and no longer parade,
My life until I turn to dust,
A life of servitude, a must;
For the poor will serve,
And always deserve,
but never receive,
and always deceived,
Lost is true direction,
The system sought to ensure survival,
Has indeed killed us all.

The sun rises; My mind clears,
The dew reflects; My feelings mirror,
The similar sight of clouds erased,
My dreams evaporate with due haste.

Brought down are now the daily must,
Routine induced, prescribed rush,
the only factor plucking my mind,
Be intuition found, no need to find,
Coincidence is no way practical;
But, fate, could be only decided,
I've seen that the facts are rarely, factual,
Considering what's accepted is usually invited.

Existence is exactly what it doesn't seem,
You have been taught someone else’s fanatical dream,
Forget the excuses used to close your Eye,
As the sun sets, look toward the sky,
There, you see, as my mind stumbles,
darkness divides, my feelings fumble,
Have you seen a cloud cross beneath the night?
My dreams share these qualities of un-observed flight.

The day drags on with painful speed,
My mind bogs down in unquenchable need,
The wishes and dreams saturated with life,
Hope dull luster; callused with strife.
Society pulls me further down,
Motivation to escape no where to be found,
Time passes; Dreams no longer carried,
When you’ll pass, they’ll find you’ve long since been buried.

Heads will roll, when the end is near,
Gone will be love through fear,
The stars will ascend to their former approval,
The old will collapse, hasty removal,
Subject to their own suppressed  will,
Finally enlightened, themselves they ****.

Pull back; Prisoner of Spirit torn by circumstance,
Behind, at large, we mention to no one,
The end protrudes relentlessly, the future retreats;
Time is leaking, waste with no measure.
Unknown is the occurrence; soon if ever,
Take a leaf from the prophet,
Forget what matters most; frivolous is concern.
The world is yours; We just live in it;
Politically correct or out of pity?
You selfless fools know your fate,
You decide through your pity to jump.