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Cyrus Gold Sep 2016
My mind has been stained with a past
with effects I pray that don't last (God bless)
I shoo my demons away
ensurin' one good deed a day (God bless)

Elicit an interest, I'm happy to visit
a show - I'm unwillin' to miss it
And if you're a demon, you're not on the list
Held a gesture that may seem explicit

Exhausted and sweaty, my hands in the air
as I'm praisin' the lord as my savior
Demeanor is just, showin' nothin' but care,
second-guessing my tender behavior

Belated display of the human decay
as forgiveness is out of our way
With nothin' to say, my silence speaks volumes
I call you, appalled to this day

The demons appear to be trustworthy
but trust me, do not be deceived
and open your eyes as I beg that you must hurry,
otherwise it's a shock you'll receive

I know in my heart that I'm playin' the part
of a victim who happened to listen
The voices who lust for a shatter of trust
are now quiet and seemingly missin'

My mind has been stained with a past
with effects I pray that won't last (God bless)
I banish my demons away
as I leave with little to say (God bless).
Title inspired by Kendrick Lamar.
Cyrus Gold Jul 2016
Ever envisioned a future
devoid of hate and hypocrisy,
where blatant apologies
came from guilty rulers?

That same universe was full
of people wearing faces,
forced to select from emotions
on a regular basis

Willing to ****** in the name
of safety or religion
Our minds are shattered by hate,
a mental demolition

Shaking the very foundation
of our moral dilemma
Objectives handed in spades
with a corrupt agenda

The enemy of my enemy is a frenemy:
a friend I never wanted
but needed this final century

Now striking iron for profit
we're unable to claim
and risk to lay in a coffin
chiseled with "Rest in Shame"

We crave to show our emotions
at metal institutions
and purchase masks that are
synthesized for silent humans

All due respect,
don't pay or settle for a single face
'cause at the end of the day,
we're just a single race

Right from the mouth
of our appointed leader:
"Sacrifice liberty for security,
and you deserve neither!"

We might be faceless
against the coming oblivion,
but staying strong together
portrays flawless resilience!
One race. Human.
Cyrus Gold Jun 2016
She fell for wonderland
Now that her mind's taking over
she takes a gander and wonders
if she could understand

Minimal hand holding,
she felt a sense of control
beyond her natural limits
and met her inner soul

And it was smiling back;
they had a conversation,
praising the gift and the curse
that come with ruling nations

Corrupt insinuation,
standing ovation to a leader's malfeasance
like a "crowd-pleasing" situation

It told her to breathe
She saw her love and her fire
Her wants were thrown to the flames,
and burning with desire

The air around her was pleasant,
and compared to the toxic and suffocating reality,
a refreshing present

The water's effervescence
felt like diminishing truths,
and every second was shackled
with fear of evanescence

This dream is liberating,
lucid enough to abuse it,
and yet the fear of awaking is very irritating

Is she falling in peace,
or falling to pieces?
She's now feeling the sheets,
but refusing to leave this!

"I am nothing without this,
I'm begging you to wait up!"
(You're terrified without us,
we're getting you to WAKE UP!)

"I'm with the love of my life"
(...but it's only a dream)
"Immune to cuts from my knife"
(...but it's only a dream)

"Dining with those that I've lost"
(...but it's only a dream)
"Willing to pay any cost!"
(...but it's only a dream)

"Heavenly taste of this world"
(...but it's only a dream)
"I'll buy more time with these pearls...!"
(...but it's only a dream)

"I'm satisfied with my looks!"
but it's only a dream!
You're so lonely, it seems!
THE WORST WE'VE EVER SEEN!
THE WORST WE'VE EVER SEEN!


...

If she could understand,
she'd take a gander and wonder
whether her mind should take over
and fall for wonderland,

but the love of her life
and her family members
surround her hospital bed;
they pray that she remembers...

...that people love her,
and life is gray,
but we give it color.
Expergefaciphobia is defined as the fear of waking up.
Cyrus Gold Jun 2016
The eyes of the luthier are fixated
on the degrading and poorly fitted Dejacques bridge,
a small piece of wood that arches
at the top of the damaged instrument -
a prized 18th century treasure
originating from Brescia, a city in Northern Italy.

With a napkin in hand lightly
soaked in an oily substance,
he unhooks the piece,
then takes a replacement bridge
perfectly fitted for it. He cracks a smile.

This viola d'amore has seen better days,
with usage and prolonged handling
wearing the value of the instrument down.

Only an expert can bring a worn-out bird
seeking its once gracious and hypnotic voice
back to life with care and precision.

This luthier is a* surgeon,
a master at installing a sound-post replacement,
without gouging or harming
the quality of the instrument in the process.

This luthier is a
 listener;
as he retrieves and dusts off a case
filled with a spare set of strings,
he installs and finely tunes them
but never over the desired pitch.

Tense and crucial,
like the rising crescendo of a string quartet,
he strums the new strings for evidence of life,
listening to and directing the cry of each one,
like a composer.

This luthier is a
 healer,
repairing the cracks of the violin
by implementing a tactic he learned
on his many trips to Crawley, England,
where his teacher had once trained him;

by using cubic, wooden studs and small clamps,
he gains better control at closing the cracks just enough
to lace the opening with an adhesive
with little to no force or pressure.

This luthier is an
 artist,
*repairing the instruments
that yearn for the sound of music,
their very raison d'être.

His string and wooden patients
scream in agony for healing and peace
with voices unheard to the people,
but deafening to him.

He leaves his signature on each new patient
as their once damaged and lifeless souls
dance to the tune of his work,
healing them, promising the advent
of a future performance.

Let them rejoice. Let the music soar once again.
I love music. LOVE it.
Cyrus Gold May 2016
Raise your hand* if
your confidence is reaching its limit
Well let me tell you,
don't dare believe it for a minute

A poet stands at the center
of circles of illusions
Sparked by the fire within
and burnin' institutions

They write about the current state
as far as they can see it,
as well as personal doubts
claimin' that they can feel it

Don't hand your savings over,
'cause now you pay it forward,
but life won't pay you back,

So what you say to that?

"I say we're bein' controlled
by such an evil system;
a metal contract was forced
on lost and bleedin' victims."

"I don't agree with you, man.
We're where we need to be.
With very little control,
we risk to eat for free!"

We risk to eat for free?

"Food's a commodity!
And with overpopulation,
I say this honestly!"

"Don't mean to interrupt;
your notion of depravity
appears dumbfounded and
far from grounded by gravity."

"I say this world belongs
to kings and innovators;
hope of the people is thrown
to the incinerator."

"We're seeking liberators
mightier than the sword.
We work to buy them a pen -
weapons we can afford."

"And when their eyes are wide open
I think that writers see
the world not for what it is,
rather what it could be."

"Yeah! They're talkin' for us metaphorically,
imaginin' utopias for you and me,
questions answered rhetorically."


The world is yours**
and no one else's,
so live to give it more time
through love and being selfless.
The piece could be a bit confusing, but to provide context, the first four stanzas revolve around a teacher asking his students the question (title of this piece). The rest are responses from different students. Fictional.
Cyrus Gold May 2016
In the beginning, there was  Genesis (Life),
placing an emphasis
on expressing just what is stressing us
We keep testing ourselves and what's surrounding us
We're always hurting ourselves, shadows are doubting us

But sunny days exist to remind us
the road less traveled keeps our fears far behind us
We seek a glimpse of the hope we're taught to wish upon,
the secret fault in our stars, the ones we're wishing on

Truth is protruding a menacing declaration
Living life bottom’s up 'cause we're searching for inspiration
Matter over the mind, alcohol over manners
Obsessive, manic depressive,
we're always dropping the hammer

We feel the happiness, the hate, and the heartbreak
the undeserving hurt and the fears that raise our heart rate
the fond memories and the catchy melodies,
the lasting friendships and irreplaceable family...

...and then with Life comes  Death,
we see it everyday - the sick and hungry losing health
We make do with the bitter taste of joy,
that sweet scent of sorrow,
functioning in a manner
that distances our tomorrow

Bury the ones that we've lost,
the hands of time are clapping
Standing ovation to loss?
We question what just happened....

...and after death comes  Enlightenment (Synthesis),
We're taking sage advice
from the ones who brought us into this

You give a man a fish?
He's fed and on his way,
but if you teach a man to fish,
you feed him everyday

Rip off a piece of that canvas,
paint to your heart's content,
and trust that we'll understand this
and give you our consent

Very capable of manifesting a journey
so write to the beat of your rhythm
but please, not in a hurry

Just close your eyes and dream,
and listen to the stream
Tune yourself to the infinite
and find your inner theme.
Inspired by Jay Electronica.
Cyrus Gold May 2016
Feelin’ like a new model keepin’ thoughts in a safe
Nothin’ but new beginnings while maintainin’ the faith
Of better days ahead, walkin’ away instead
The world on my shoulders while walkin’ on eggshells

Difficult steps lead to redemption, no need for attention
Dowsin’ my sorrows in drinks with a fear of reinvention
Weakened souls lackin’ ambition – ones that we attend to
Distracted by the means to makin’ profit

Pharaohs and kings reach Ozymandias
Castle of the manliest reduced to rubble
Inspiration's a privilege, the uninitiated struggle
Lookin’ to the stars closer to Mercury

Celebrating longer than a single anniversary
Build the padlocked building blocks of the brain, preventin’ burglary
Intellect protection needs remedial advancement
Followin' the lessons and morals of real testaments

Crimson waters divided by Moses, halving the sea
Aidin’ people across, the shepherd leadin’ the sheep
Heated cycle of violence by disciples
De-escalated by the sacred teachings of the bible

Able to color-code their understandin’ with a cipher
Gifted in nature, minus robotics turnin’ sentient

WE MARCH!
Hand-in-hand in unison! A unit full of sin
But we protect the world from Judases,
Our doubts are in the wind

A state of peace we feel the crew is in
The rest will follow soon,
Our inner voice of hate is ludicrous
It sings a hollow tune.

Leavin' this place without askin' just where the exit is,
Keep a steady pace as we're headin' right into exodus.


Lessons are taught to help you rise from the fall,
Nirvana awaitin' – you better answer the call.
One of my personal favorites. Written at a time when I needed divine inspiration.
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