The town was dark
It had Satan as its guard
The stars that shone they danced with deception
As the night corrupted
So it was that the cosmology spiralled into disarray
Rain from clouds
As torturous as cancer
Acid that burns deep into your soul
Our mortal flesh bleeds
As the immortal pain of life succeeds
It saddens as it saturates
The toxic twist navigates
Into the psyche of the artist poor
Who sits in a dying flame
Waiting to score
To pen the phrase
To paint the elaborate Titan's maze
The abuse of others
Our beauty it covers
It's the camouflage of nature,
Of the wholesome and serene
Turns a rose into a ruptured spleen
So we write and we paint
We shout and we scream
We never sleep
So we never dream
Provoking this reality
That provokes our stability
Insults our mentality
And all the while
We wear the clowns smile
We toil , we endeavour
We never give up,,,   ,,,  never,

I write to spite
A world enthralled with the massacre of solitude
A world born crude
And through the back door it grew into this monster
This anarchic regime of the intimidation of an individualistic code
So your abode
Your humble palace
Watch it burn in a rich mans chalice
The drug of choice
For an autocratic voice
High on power and rushing on the blood of those who suffer
Their kicks kick in as we turn against each other
No longer can their atrocities
Be forced upon us as our responsibilities
As consciousness  grows and insecurities fail
The reality of the indignation, is all you can inhale
So all those thoughts of prosperity ,wealth, appearance and social acceptance
May they perish and persuade us no more
It will end the way it started
The chaos of when destiny has departed
The illegitimate ways
That have blighted our days
Lost amidst the thrill of the unknown
Forever forgotten as we who are left to reap the rewards of the seeds we have sown

Drenched in the  demons design

Clouds of confusion clear the skies for the tempest that teases

A pause,,,,,,,

The silence,,,  

Now the horror of madness falls upon those who took shelter in pain

Refuge in the refusal to give up ,get up ,and move onwards, away ,out of and into tomorrow and beyond

How the massage of the meaning soothes the insanity, breaks holes in the wall that surround

The physical the mental the whole of your idiosyncratic idealism,,,,,,,, burnt at the stake violated in its house , alone cold , nowhere to go

Down not the option as integrity does remain

This hallucination cannot sustain

The meaning , forever ,shall it be

A heart ,a mind, a savages soul,

Tamed to perfection , perfectly free

Weapons of mass distraction
Words and ways of our modern days
Globalized, the radical powers who seek truth and justice amidst their treacherous tyranny
Nations of innocents , swathes of unknowing citizens base their very existence upon the dreams of these peddlers of preposterous propositions,

Did you see it?
No you didn't,
Did you hear it?
You might think you did,
Did you imagine it?
You more than likely did

Read it in the papers, on the web, and on the faces of the faceless free
The manipulation of humankind to feed the greed of the wanting hand,
This horrifying overture of oppression disguised as liberty has managed to extract every morsel of dignity from our naked flesh,

Can you feel it?
I bet you can
Can you smell it?
You really can't miss it,
Does this taste of torment take root inside?
It probably does and just burns with its acidic tide

All for nothing is not how it all should be
All around us the glories of the inglorious is not what we want to see
The beholders of our apocalyptic abortion
Grandmasters' of our demonic distortion

Weapons of mass distraction
Words and ways of our modern days
Globalized, the radical powers who seek truth and justice amidst their treacherous tyranny
Nations of innocents , swathes of unknowing citizens base their very existence upon the dreams of these peddlers of preposterous propositions,

Did you see it?
No you didn't,
Did you hear it?
You might think you did,
Did you imagine it?
You more than likely did

Read it in the papers, on the web, and on the faces of the faceless free
The manipulation of humankind to feed the greed of the wanting hand,
This horrifying overture of oppression disguised as liberty has managed to extract every morsel of dignity from our naked flesh,

Can you feel it?
I bet you can
Can you smell it?
You really can't miss it,
Does this taste of torment take root inside?
It probably does and just burns with its acidic tide

All for nothing is not how it all should be
All around us the glories of the inglorious is not what we want to see
The beholders of our apocalyptic abortion
Grandmasters' of our demonic distortion

Lost amidst the inferiority of adult life I strive to find the person whom you once met,
That fire I ignited has simmered to a shameful sullen faced embarrassment
My love , my might,, let us not fight
Let us ****** through the prefabrication that dictates
Let us once again breathe to be free
Let poetry prevail
Set the wind in our sail
As in the darkness of tomorrows hopes we forage
We shall be as one, we shall smile , laugh, and watch the setting of another sun