A million copies of the plastic girl
a toxic culture around the world
Unique beauties - blind to ruination
diverse belles - their mothers' distinctive features
Fall victim to insecurities, a void
a spectrum of beauty - destroyed
cut, paste, puncture, sculpt & fill
In the name of 'perfection', new faces billed
another puppet to commercial traps
cosmetics over quality, innate beauty in scraps.

A mind encaged,
heart in longing
sadness raged
by lifes' cunning
Prison within
feign paradise
sombre sails set
to what entices
destined to end
at your demise.

Can't remember how I fell asleep

moments before the mind sunk pillow deep

unconscious conscious evanesced, fades

existential thoughts, the ace of spades

numb to the world, we disappear

blank comfort, unknown atmosphere

A ticket to the Theatre of dreams

seat upon a cloud or hellish screams

Where the mind's in liberty minus your intention

Without the strict regime & restless tension

A cinematic place of infinite wonder

no technicalities or time to ponder

The preposterous imagery behind your eyes

Solivagant adventure floating in the skies

As dawn arrives & your hanging on the brink

& wake up not knowing what to think

Gloom drenched sky
grey musty clouds
slumber sighs
thunder hounds
startle the heavens
biosterous barks
silver linen
lightning sparks
Zeus in fury
reigns stormy skies
grey coliseum -
Orchestra up high.

Midnight timelapse of the day;
a chaotic flasback - pandemonium
I'd grow Griffin wings & fly away
Off of lifes manic grip - a restless podium
Where the spotlight burns my eyelids sore
Profoundly fatigued, deep to the core
These complications that I can't ignore
I want to hit snooze & snore some more.

Starless firmament after dark
falling back into permanent gloom
stare up at the black canvas
manic thinking - only to assume
that telescopes show depth & dimension
a peak at a page of the universe
minds in contemplation wired with tension
wonderous discoveries never fulfilled intention.
Even though we're enticed with possibility
expected to live our days with ecstatic productivity...
This facade covers up bleak existence
against glum reality - the human resistance.