hear me out, I have a plan,
increase profits while investing
as little as we possibly can
we’ll create an image of them and call it “success”
to give an image of their life prospects

create a worldwide obsession
with this thing
we’ll call it “money”
while giving it to nobody

ask their children what they want to be
make productivity be their life expectancy
the established illusion of worth in gold
that's what they'll be told

we know of basic human needs
we’ll enforce a new one
the need of greed
we'll start with banks
ideas of worth beyond a number
and that's where we will build this power

we’ll have struggles remain to keep the profit
have to keep them on their toes
keep them suffering to work this hard for nothing
we’ll decrease the risk of profit loss
just take their space for genuine thought

curiosity creativity new ideas
required for innovation or solution
but we must prevent the risk of them
climbing out of desperation
we’ll keep them busier than ever
no time for self, expression
then give them   j u s t   a hint of having life
be easier through efficiency of trickery

here, use this tool for the sense of creation
instead of painting, do computer visualisation
inner-most dreams an instant donation
provide relief in the trusting belief
that data collection won’t make them bleed
until we know their every thought
replace them through devices they bought

the computer program of information recycler
have them put the information of their lives there
self-improvement program grows to know
be better than them at building growth
we have their minds replaceable
have them learn to feel incapable
we keep this plan from falling apart
through the simple act of having them
devalue their own art

we’ll create this system for communication
interaction instant gratification
with price tags make the image of enough
to portray they’ll pay just buy enough stuff
the image they help to spread
like catching lullabies
to help them fall to sleep
they’ll spend their years avoiding fears
of creating less than perfect portrayal
we’ll take real away make them crave
creating ads with pictures of self, betrayal

for power over their perception
that they can’t see or take part in
the currency through algorithm
meant for us alone
overpowered mind control
control over their lives
paid for by the companies
wanting in on changing minds to hives

what then is the point, they’ll wonder
murmuring through illusioned slumber

we’ll show them that there are exceptions
motivating using tales of hope
disguise it all as piles of gold

we know of basic human urges
we’ll play the limits through diversions
game of myth
hush
whispers
of salvation
because
“surely there is a way”
“if I keep working hard”
“if I have hope I will prevail”

the reward for lifetime servitude
we promise them aging life
end-of-life rescue

they’ll blame themselves
for all their curses
as we take away
their caring nurses

after just a few years
creating the fears
of everyone else on earth
we will finally rule reality
at long last we’ll own their worth

the fear of age and the fear of death
will be cured through dying breaths
basic driving forces and human urges
now in power
over all their lives through
the contents of their knockoff purses

poor brainwashed people
dressed in suits
born in time unordered life ensues
taught nearly all not nearly enough
believing life is tough
believing in what humans should
themselves
with too much power
believing into
existence hell
on earth is swamped
with minds creative
a dying earth not saved
with science made unable
ideas are ranked
by suits valued importance
paying for a voice to only
thoughts of suits feeling
not heard must make a stance
poor brainwashed needs of self
realisation not in correlation
of the need for salvation
greed unimportant next to being
the one who looked down on the rest
poor brainwashed suits believing
themselves to be the best
the world continued burning
the right ideas through fear
kept mute
must not be overhead
when suits see fires
lit in tribute

a solid basis of conflict
between generations
is the blame game thinking
“if only, then”
meant only to distract
from the hopelessness of knowing
“not now either”

somehow
your bedroom always smelled of
pancakes

the memories
of bed and breakfast
put shame to dull routines

but routine it was
wooden trays and coffees
with that look at me

you are too loud
you should be quiet
you don’t have to
but only when you do
might they stop insulting you

your words are wrong
you should not speak
you could go on
but if you do
eyes will roll at you

your feelings are too large
you should make them smaller
you are allowed to have them
but if you don’t suppress
everyone will care much less

you are not like one should be
you should hide away yourself
you might sometimes visit
but if that is how you must behave
it makes sense they walk away

you think only wrong
you should see like normal
you may love your daydreams
but pretending more for reality
won’t grant you any sympathies

you assume too much importance
you should not exist like that
you should give up, be gone
but don’t walk away or leave
as that might hurt their feelings

you say there are no options left
you should know that life is easy
you feel tension building, in your throat
but just speak up, speak loudly
no one wants to own your suffocating

I make you fight
for what you value
as if it is your own
while to the ground
I slowly burn your home

my love is conditional
something to be earned
you withhold and yet attempt
awkward silence purchase
misunderstood transactional

I deserve to have needs met
needs not wishes, for survival
even when my want is you
when you dream love elusive
for such deceit I’ll never fall

I will not love in reasonless
never lean on stranger trust fall
trust complete but not naively
you dream trust illusory
my dream established neatly

you expect love unconditional
you could have all you desire
when I love I love completely
standard terms and conditions
but you are above such requisitions

life and health thrown away to make it to that point
I stood surrounded by the chaos, my life fallen apart
didn’t know how much, what was normal to achieve
I only knew the many reasons tulips broke my heart

the day I got a big bouquet of bright white shiny tulips
someone saw how hard I’d worked, all the ways I’d tried
the first and only time congratulating life achievement
on the middle of the table, proud, I placed them and I cried

the bouquet was so beautiful, fit in to someone else’s life
standing up again from falling, bruised but still prevailed
felt ugly, tired, disappointed, hurt and ill and shame
still not enough, still trying, still feeling like I failed

years later tulip girl would find such disappointment
the permanence of sacrifices she made to survive then
I live the life of living up to expectations of those flowers
trying to convince myself that I am someone
                               who deserved them

in you I found
clone

in silence we just knew
creeped out and amused
absurdity in compatibility
long lost family
non existent memories
outrageous similarities

excitement
sharing with you
expectation
never blame
pushed off feet
and stumbling
from first time
feeling safe

in you I found
twin flame

shared fascination
in creating
light
partner in crime
unmatched pride

like a movie you are
everything
you know
and you create
in shadows
patterns
share same view

in you I found
soulmate

searching for
anyone
wanting someone
didn’t know
I needed
You

when I was hurt
and failing
you held my hand

in you I found
best friend

believed in me
until I was able
you were strength

after only ever knowing
how to be alone

in you I found
home

Darling time traveller,
do you know who you are?
There is no time
to remember old scars.
Each moment of you
comes at too high a price.
When you live only play pretend,
your own life put on ice.
  
Just calm down.
They’re not real,
the sounds you hear.
Just calm down.
All that stress
will make you ill.
Darling time traveller,
just breathe, it isn't real.
You will find peace again
when time stands still.

Darling time traveller,
no exhaustion matters,
when no time has passed,
when inspiration has struck,
and the dice have been cast
When late at night
in bedroom night light,
words come to you
unwillingly.
When your mind is too loud,
can't sleep,
you grab your pen
begrudgingly.
  
Darling time traveller,
it was never a choice.
Your mind will act if you don’t.
Writing stories in your head,
against your will.
In those moments where
time comes to a standstill.

Darling time traveller,
do you know what you are?
Have you yet dismissed the normality
you are incapable of?
Are you as fiercely protective of yourself,
as you are of your art?
When you hide away in boxes,
is it fear or is it love?
  
You can put all the paints away,
dismiss every pen.
But what you see is different,
darling time traveller.
You can turn away,
you can pretend.
But you must know,
you are the reality unraveller.

You mustn't take words
all too seriously.

They have meaning,
yes. They have power.

Please be advised,
use responsibly. But,

words are just playthings.
Like toys of worlds of children.

Be it plastic, rocks or sticks.
Not required.
Tools of the trade, never the essence.

Over there your kingdom lies,
over here is mine. Life and death.

After bedtime, by nightlight,
the story
stays the same. The toys just windows in.

For some time, the dream and concept
will remain. This story’s true creation.

Words are just playthings, made
as invitations to partake.

Words never did build
worlds alone. You did.