Unmotivated by mundane
I mirrored minds Meta-
Contrived cognition was the condition
To compose concretely the matterful agenda

Lines are only written
When stimulating inhibition
So I brewed up a prescription
To allow me a peace of mind

Branching out like a child
During the first day of school
I pondered intently a question
Already dismissed by fools

Last lucid breath lingers
Is it inception or indifference
Fitting finale or frightening fallacy
Eloquently exposed, exemption of esperance

I don't know what to say

  (No Response)

  (5 Minutes of Silence)

This feels so silly, but it helps I think
I see a marlboro **** on the ground
It reminds me of you
Well from the little we shared
I was eight; you understand

  (No Response)

I don't smoke although;
The sun is hard at work on my hair
We never really discussed
These questions that I
Try to bring back in time
But the past was my present
So I wore that cowboy hat
And sniffed for squirrels
With pockets full of bb's

(No Response)

Is death everything you longed for?

(No Response)

Hope it is though I know not
If you could would you share?

(No Response)

I can almost make out your face
In the green and yellow grass
With two pieces of bark
Trying to define up
Unfortunately the leaf envisioned  
As the mouth for me to speak
Got too caught up
In the winds silent song

(No Response)

Is it peaceful, sublime?
In that dirt decomposed
Or were the fantasies true
Did you float up as a soul?

(No Response)

Down here we breath
We think we think, then we go
Conjuring questions without answers
You don't answer much

(No Response)

Is the realization there are none?

(No Response)

First time our eyes met
You had to guide me through
Having left my compass at home
Just blissfully adrift
In your coffee brown sea

You softly called my name
Like mother to child
And slowly pulled me along
To the blackest of isle

It was there where I met you
With camp already made
The beauty of your soul
Consumed me.

I asked you where to dig
Telling me "dig and you will find"
I said "I could dig forever"
Replying "I've nothing but time"

I latched on like breath
Assuming you would share
Using x-ray vison
You saw through my smile

The un-adulterated content
Blind sided you
As it had done to myself
Time and again

Beautiful intentions of yours
Please understand that I noticed
Your heart weeping my tears

A shock to your system
I should have foreseen
Having read the literacy of lows

The parasitic nature
Consumer of my relations

Digging all the way down
The filthiest of lovely
Covered in homemade mud
You pulled out box of silver
I confessed that is my love

Isolated faces paradoxically surround
Bound by wants infinity
I strayed away from banks
Cause greed was just to trendy
The idea of friends and numbers
Threw me to the ground
Figured we'd crown 4 quarters instead of 100 pennies
Swede shoes, silk shirts, and bentleys
By some is defined as plenty
While little Lenny with stomach empty dreams of Denny's
Or some water or a Father would help immensely
Afgani blowing and Hennessy gulping MC's
Take their aperture and narrow it densely
Make millions off the Emmys some how erases Memories
Of pennies struggling in this world
Mother fiend'n they're just fending
Against the many
In class they're considered lowers
Below us they just a penny
I say our morals need reordered
cause no doubt that they're all Quarters
And deserve entry into this bank of respect
That has become run by hoarders
Loving to build borders 3 times the size
Of their self righteous shoulders
This is a disassembly of a culture surrounded by sentries.

What would be something
If there was never nothing
Reliant you might say
Are the two stages of life

We are certainly something
I think therefore I am
But My thoughts are ever fleeting
Is this all part of the plan

I love
I hate
I am grateful it seems
But at the end of our breath
What does it all really mean

I smile
Then Lie
Like there was never a grin
Now constantly asking
Are we just living to die

Philosophical studies
Trips through colored flowers
Eroded cheek bones from tears
Meanings of which lost

Year to year building
Yet in a constant fall
Drifting closer to nothingness
Every single something involved