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It's far easier to blame
It all on alien activity
Than dare to take
Some personal responsibility
Don’t underestimate the mind
Or any of it's unseen capabilities
Whether idle or benign
Who can afford to entertain
Such dangerous curiosities
Despite the lies told on instagram and face book,
A solid day of work is rarely as exciting,
As a public hanging or a professional sporting event.
A digital age of destructive defiance
Categorized by idle compliance
Reliant on a new virtual technical ideology
Approaching a singularity of apathy and commerce
Towards a rapid extinction of personal privacy
A digital age of destructive defiance and sophistry
Categorized by idle compliance to AI's dependency
Completely reliant on fully disembodied virtual reality
Every day a new technological/ideological imperative
Approaching a singularity of apathy and commerce
Towards a real-time extinction of the idea of privacy
"...the circle of fifths, that ancient music wheel, that indeed has no beginning or ending, it's deeper meaning no longer to be revealed by human lips, who have too long grown accustomed to pretending..."
We are shrouds of starlight
Shining like the most illuminated sunset
We are somewhat functional in our conditioning
With hundreds of moving pieces to contend with
We are examples of million dollar architecture
Manicured lawns and poolside furniture
We are fantasies of the suburbs
Disposable diapers always readily waiting
Like soldiers in times of need or war
We have become triumphantly stupider
Bored of reading and taking time to reflect
And it appears we are not yet collectively ready
To rebel against the swelling tides of tyranny

I wonder if she was asleep when i walked into her room
Or if she could hear me speaking to her
While she waits and dreams of millions of sparrows
Butterflies grace her eyelids with hidden sight
We sink deep into radical islands of beauty
And make noises despite our empty lungs
We speak for the lack of honesty
Large houses distract you from the edges
Of sorrow and grief
Please feel free to erupt into a million pieces
Do not stand idly by while corruption waits out on the street
We are shedding our soldiers and stories
From weeping eyes of brown caramel
And like your daughters we are ***** and distrustful
And a boiling *** of water knows no mercy, child
We now must face the test of our temperaments
As if the increasing tropical heat is only a mild, and subtle
Warning of the inherent need for all beings to remain wild
Dancing naked
Upon piles of discarded costumes
I consume music
You consume useful bruises
We shoot music from our fingertips
Should we keep it sacred
Or are we better off staying naked
We are faking it and still nobody notices
We are chasing our own tornadoes
And letting go of our false personas
It's a column
It's a cylinder
It's a spiral
It's a child
It's a whale
And it's a dolphin
And we are never going to stop trying
For our humor is always laughing
And our sisters are always dancing
We attract respectable artists
And find a silence between the starlets
We are advocates of activating our own consciousness
Money is a burden so don’t bother acquiring it
Fun is abundant
And who dares say that love is redundant
So let's examine our motives for giving
We are shivering with excitement
Because I have been invited to tell you the truth
Long ago i was amused
By strategies and complicated offerings
But since i’ve met you i’ve become less disquieted
And abide in the comfort of silent blessings
Still freedom is a dressing
That we might need awhile to get used to
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