It can happen only so many times

Resistance to systematic and yet random disturbance shall be the saviour, but only up to a certain point in time, undecided and imminent

As again you suffer in your own way, inside of the realm you call sanctuary, a unit of elite sent to bring down your reign of unparalleled calm tranquility

Each day is lived with thoughts of smiling , waving, nodding heads in false acknowledgement , compassion lies to you as anger and solace blur , merge into your subconscious

The words that leave you are tainted by keep quiet, dont make a fuss, , but the words that remain, these are to be forgotten, and they are to be feared for their feral function can destroy,

We walk away, heads turned, eyes glaring
A moment of mixed reactions but a moment we are both sharing

Distortion, abortion , magnetic , frantic, explosive, corrosive, , the over whelming urge to cease and then start from somewhere full of similar surprises

Walk the broken glass and remember your own disguises

That which makes an attempt to take me whilst asleep, control and consume, shall compel me to indulge in retribution and lock you into a darkened claustrophobic room

The candle that I lit for you slowly flickers until its early extinction
But the flame it now burns me from inside, synchronized with my undisclosed disposition

the pleasing burn
                         of a resurrected sun
                       from the fading moon
                              tears do run
                        a breeze that soothes
                  through my soul it cascades
                       green valleys sparkle
                  with such beautiful parades
.            yellows that dance in a haze of blue
.          unsurpassable visions are now but a few
                              golden white
                           seeks fiery skies
                     nature has our meaning
                             she never lies
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We can behold the pleasures of our earth within the realms of mystical intrigue and social enlightenment, surrounding me are an infinite number of concrete constructions shrouding the land we so desire,
" I see a tree, I hear a car,
capitalist nirvana is not very far,"

THE RAVE DAYS

                          THC
                          H20
   ­                       Ecstasy

       Recreational            Dreaming
       And                         And
       Very                        Yes
       Excessive                Screaming

      HAVE LEFT AN AMBIENT HAZE

        Heavenly                  Limbo
        Acidic     ­                  Elation
        Velocity                    Futuristic
        Er­ratic                       Trance

       Acrobatic                   Artificial
       Nonchalance              Manipulating
                           ­               Bass
                                          Intelligence
         ­                                 Eternal
                        ­                  Narcotic
                                      ­    Temptations
                          
                      ­    Hacienda
                          Astoria
                  ­        Zoo
                          Enclosure

Is there any justice in being straight and white
No movements to release , no marches for a civil right
They are branded as the protagonists
But have their own bands of activists

As many of one colour have been historically dispossessed , abused, enslaved and slaughtered
So too have those of another creed, another history of violence, segregation and a line that has been inherently altered

As the smokescreen shimmers to a shadowy haze the enemy, the old familiar ways, are slowly appearing and brandishing their  flags , the banners they wave are now tattered and torn with time
All colours all races all ruled in the same ways, from different angles and with different measures employed and beaten into their citizens, they all are seeking the elusive means to control and command

We have no panic button for the system has no sense of responsibility, to obscure the truths behind many  a fabrication of circumstances is to coalesce and manipulate the masses,

Our fears our insecurities, our worthless thoughts, the pinnacle of a creation belonging to an unimaginative yet dominant force, a twisted band of scientists working on the fringes of reality and feeding the rich- hungry, the vein of evil that runs through the human race

We are fed the anger to feel the fear
As far as I can see this world has got worse every year
I dont know about you but I don't need any politician to give life to me
I expect  like you I just want to feel free

My word is my bond, the politician lied, through milky white bleached teeth, a snarl springs to mind, a hyena I think

Promises of nothing more than irreconcilable intricate initiations, integral, unsavoury, biased and deranged

A set of broken scales line their halls of judicial justifications, pay to provide to elevate the highest order , the cruelest tongue

Vile little creatures is how we are expressed when discussed in such high circles of zero morality and a gene sharing ethnicity

So very aware and yet nonchalance of manner and the resilience towards the common being holds this rank and file far from the temper struck troops,

As we can easily perish they can so easily cherish, embrace and rule a world scorched by their own heresy, a world void of love , empty of meaning

I'll take my words, my ideas, my master plan ,
I'll not fall foul of life from a tin can

If there is a destiny if there is a reason to define
Then these politicians of premeditated symbolic systems
Can understand that my thoughts for them are inert ,
And my time for them shall be there when the planets realign

Is it too much to ask
Break the mould, escape the cask
Our false imprisonment
Our social dilemma, our unholy sacrament

Shaped and ***** by despots and desperados
Served and sequin lined by an abundance of anarchic aficionados
Cruel and abusive
Our systems are corrosive

The economies dictate dilemmas and chaos
An onslaught of modern emotions
There is no guilt to be found inside possession
With no real Gods by your side you grow obese with your obsession

Unimpressed
I'm glad my life has digressed
Far from the enshrined rituals, the daily dazed dances of distraction
The quest to experience and excite shall be my main attraction

When sorrow no more calls and sadness evaporates
The sun that lay silent shall once again rise
Time slows
Love grows
Solitude loses it's leaves
My heart believes

Imagination
Doesn't choke
on social contamination
It's wings unfurl and the inspired tone is resurrected
A smile
Then a laugh
A content vein of serenity lines a drunken revelry

The anger that consumed now just a conspiracy
A long drawn out preposterous theory
A monster has fallen
His defeat
It tasted sweet
And in the crisp lucid air
A soul begun to climb from despair