i fear that my hands
that have grown fond of harming me
with each fingertip possessing a consciousness
filled with nothing but their malevolent ideals
in liaison with my brain, at war with my heart and soul
they coordinate attacks at their foes through various addictions

they sharpen the blade to inflict the wounds
they strike the spark to ignite the butane
they pour yet another, despite the bartenders regards
they point at my faults, and instruct my brain to inflate my thoughts with self hatred

but foolish they are for they ought to realize
that coupled with the way of their wicked acts
is the killing of the being they serve
because even though mentally interwoven
paradoxically, their choices bleed back on them
hellbent on their prospect of rushing my inevitable demise
when time could be better spent
Heavenbent on bending my hands to paper to forge poetical lines instead of scars

At war with a generation about what is right or wrong.... trying to influence kids to LEAVE in the past, their sacreligious identities and LIVE in YOUR past....a way of life YOU beleive to be outlandish to YOURS.....Big-Wig by association YOU try to dictate societal norms.....who are YOU?....YOU are every type of bad trying to fight YOUR version of evil.....dont be alarmed when YOUR, 'sharp-as-a-blade' words, fly across enemy lines to pierce their hearts and they return the favour.....sticks and stones seem all too similar to words these days and YOU failed to be wary.....one giddy soldier to cross the line is all it takes for YOU to be no more....YOUR offspring and kinship left to pick up the pieces of the vase YOU forced anotheer to break; to recover....YOUR enemy left conflicted on whether to feel glee, lamentation or indifference to the situation.....this WAS NOT the answer both sides sought.....except it only exacerbated the problem both sides face....it only drew the wall between us 10 feet thicker.....it only made the utopia of us unionizing, a pipe dream perhaps.......

Through time and trial we've unearthed vast bodies of theory
The thought of these places, and tests oh, so eerie

Ventures and realms humans daren't go
I think there is beauty in the phrase 'I Don't Know'

To hear that from scientists may sound quite strange
But they arent God, they only announce the answers he gave

If there is a God perhaps He's just being mischievous
Sticking answers in the future and us in the previous

Not knowing everything keeps us bounded
it stays, keeping us grounded
Prevent us from drifting into matters astounded

If inquiries exceed you, dont be taken aback
instead find beauty in the answers we lack

Time is the foe of the man who neglects
his troubles and trials that only him affect
instead of approaching the issue direct
upon his time wasted is what he reflects
if i were this man, solutions id collect
and keep the ones wise, the foolish? reject
dont be like this man, your future protect
be wise, be brave let no chance eject
Time is the foe of the man who neglects

Melodies of hopecore traverse my veins
I Greet the sunrise with expectation in my wain
I drag it behind me on my way to greener pastures
A heart now full, once speckled with fractures
The road ahead may carry potholes, but trod it i must
Put my walking boots on, to the terrain I adjust
Mind, soul, heart and body ready
I wish the harsh realities of life were a little softer, like a teddy
Beyond the horizon new opportunities await
So onwards I progress i musn't be late
Thus early in the morn is when I awake
The chances I now possess cannot go to waste
So onwards I progress I must make haste

Is [Redacted] a psychopath?
2. What thoughts rattle around inside her seemingly empty skull?
3. For a thought as incomprehensible as this to spill out-

4. An unheard-of notion; the deliberate scraping of a plate,
5. An idea sure to gnaw at the nerves of those that surround

6. Should extraterrestrials, who have heard the deathly whispers of  galaxies unknown
7. Be exposed to such an atrocity,
8. It would ricochet the walls of their minds
9. For decades to come

10. Meanwhile, this uncorroborated psychopath
11. Should be taken up, seeking studies in technological prowess

Another year and another conquest
While the year ahead may provide great contest
Do Remember a its a new age, A new solar rotation
The earth for you has a different vibration
Brand new experiences that await
Get Up early morn you mustn't be late
May Grace and beauty follow behind you
May the lens you look through be of a new view
For you each new year is new elevation
Expose themselves, should new revaltions
Life is brief, hold your beleifs, at the end  of the tunnel may there be relief

He exacts the pains of his own shortcomings onto the undeserving....his eyes squinted watching them like a patoo in search of prey....his workers have all given up
...they could have never observed the world through HIS lens and distracted by his way of doing things, they forgot to even try....they put up a fight and they resented him but he pretended not to see....his sharp eyes, also on the LIGHT at the tunnels end....he has a family to feed....a last name to keep; living up to. But the weekly ins and out are a force with which he is at war....the vices that he used to turn to no longer seem to work...he must keep a level head...but he has nothing; noone....no matter how much he denies, his grave is dug, in it he must lie no matter how many bugs or how frightening..his actions have pre determined his fate, its way too late....for a return...his last resort being either running away or seppuku, the latter, given his actions, the honorable thing to do.....

Solar rays penetrate my skin like thorns
2. Here I lay here barbecued; a bottle of water would do me no justice
3. The land, turgid, the labour, seemingly unyielding, but onwards i press
4. I work regardless of the mental turmoil I endure
5. Nothing to prove, everything to gain