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 Apr 2021
Jax Sawyer
Society exists to repeat its self.
Once war, always war.
Marx had it right.
Class conflict, social destruction.

Where do we enter a society that relies on love?
Is it possible in this interwoven chaos?
Ashes in the wind scatter our own individual minds.

Sheep, by the herds, run for comfort and conformity.
Sheep, by the herds, run to the slaughter.
Mindless as can be.

Social media, the euphoria of the masses.
No need to leave the house,
The whole world is at your command.
Popularity, the prime persuasion.

Needless to say, needless to be-
We will never be free.

Stuck in the headlights of elaborate,
Engaging, entertainment.
The billboards-
No longer on the side of the road,
But, embedded in our minds.

Where can we break?
Break out of the margins of society,
Out into free air-space-
Freedom- our main objective.

The Hope.
The Revolution.
Now is the time to rise to your claim.
Claim your mind once again.
 Apr 2021
Jax Sawyer
For now I am stuck in a perpetual persuasion of people surrounding me.
Their words burden my back and break my soul.
Their actions articulate their actual accusations.

For now I am stuck in an world so wonderful, yet wasted.
People religiously take the right to ratify personal law.
People lie for the love of illegitimate peace.

For now I am stuck in backstabbing bewilderment of my own bravado.
I can’t trust the treason of my own hopeless treads.
I can’t stand the unbearable unbalance of my own unbridled mind.

For now I am only human.
 Apr 2021
Jax Sawyer
The pale walls of your existence haunt your every day.
Your anger consumes your lonely soul, single-minded in your rage.
Self-absorbed and selfish, never truly understanding the meaning or your sad life.
So full of promises and hope...
Foolish of me to ever think something could lay behind that beautiful exterior.
So much love is given to you, all in vane, for you could never possibly understand the meaning of it all.
Your pretty words and delicate touch flooded my mind with false bliss.
Now that your façade has fallen, what am I left to hold on to?
Misplaced anger and hatred. That is all.
Do I truly wish to spend my days living in such a manor?  
Is my love strong enough to endure such  unneeded anguish?  
I am scared. For I love you so much.
You, just another lost soul in a sea full of them.
Living day to day life in an endless search for your own personal gratifications.
Only giving to gain, only gaining for yourself.  
I long for the day that you are able to see past your own vain ideals.
But, alas, that day may never come.
I've tried to see past all of this, for the sake of love.
But, once again, I am the fool.
 Apr 2021
Jax Sawyer
No longer a sweet little girl, in this knavishly built world,
But an enlightened temptress that prowls the grounds, for her next willing prey.

Heat and power shred though her tiny little veins, the ones that kept her cold and frozen for so long.
“NO LONGER!” she shouts, a bellowing sound erupting from her awaked soul.  

She feels deadly- as though she might spontaneously combust, engulfing all that surrounds her.
Bringing it all into herself, greedily, selfishly- No one to stop her.

This passion inside of her feels so insatiable like a never-ending, unbearable- forget the rest!
She is a voracious beast to be tamed by no man, no woman in stride!

Her unquenched needs ache deep in her stomach….
When will the next conquest begin?
Once lived
 Apr 2021
Jax Sawyer
Guitars gently twine as the lovers rotate about the room.
They dance, oblivious to the patrons’ stares.
They look like Gods on that simple dance floor- they make it come to life, give it the spark it has always needed.
Twisting and twirling their bodies in magical ways, as close to one another as possible.
Intertwined, they become one.

No longer do they reside on that dance floor. They are dancing on the clouds, the stars within their grasp.
The wind blows the clouds and the dancers to far off fantastical lands.
Deep, lush green rain forests below them now, they descend back to the soft underbrush with the billowing trees above them- sheltering them from the world abound.
The dance slows, the dancers turn into lovers on this glorious night- in the deep forest.

Engaging in the pure bliss of making love.

— The End —