With eyes to see and
With ears to hear
But,
No one is looking and
No one is listening

This is tyranny,
this is malicious,
this is undeniably done out of contempt.
The ire of this man cannot be expressed.
This is gluttony,
this is sinful,
take your coins and feed on the poor.
Sleep at night.
In the peaceful hours of dawn,
don’t blink and eye,
for I have ****** of my mind.

This is the end.

The end of what?

Time.

Dear motivation,
Without you I’m just a loading screen stuck in its animation.
Dear motivation,
Without you I’m lost in a void of lazy fascination.
Dear motivation,
Without you I’m just another piece of lonely fabrication.
Dear motivation,
Without you I’m stuck in a loop of endless imagination.
Dear motivation,
Without you I would lose my only foundation.

High hilltops filled with dew
Low hanging fruit in plenty
Far away eyes seen with few
Unfilled urns lay empty

Winter’s early months,
Carries a solemn sound,
Paired bitter fragrance,
Filled the vacant soul,
Think soley of biting frosts.

Winter’s middle months,
Assemble a bird’s tune,
Matching candied scents,
Known of lining mind,
Broods of woeful age.

Winter’s late months,
Carts a vivid air,
Coupled **** savored,
Divines the untold echo,
Fashions a taper edge.

Sleep, timer, wake.
What more is left to take?
Say it once, say it once more.
Listen and don’t ignore what all of this is meant for.

I never really understood it at all
Until I was ready to take that fall

It creeps up on you, you know
Every other night
It’s a new low

These thoughts get louder
Every other hour
But in the morning they are silenced

Internalize everything they are just self centered thoughts.

I’m hiding because

it’s easy to do
To misdirect you
To hide the true me
So that you cannot see

I’m scared
So I prepare
The perfect cover
And hope you don’t discover

What truly hides beneath the veil
That turn people pale

Just because I’m hidden
Doesn’t mean I’ll put down that pen
To write what I feel
To draw a tight seal
Over what I hid
What I hid
Lies in truth amid
But you need to open your eyelid

Help me see
A better day
A day with you and me

It was sympathy of what I lacked
The things that I did were in vain
No longer did I think of others
All that was left was pain

I had no remorse left
As the pit enclosed I knew I was next
Not even a hero could save me
Much less, God’s Text

My mind was in tears
I shall never forget
Of the clouds of fear
Until this day I still have regrets

To the left, to the right
No, there was no hope left
Let the world learn
About the another that had burned

Progress
faster at night
faster than light

The infectious blight
the margin is tight
keep it in your sight
Just know
that it’ll be alright
that your feelings are slight

Even though everything is better when you look in hindsight
open your headlight
Because there’s nothing you can rewrite

Nothings ever black and white
I will be your satellite under the moonlight
Forever and ever including tonight

I am the vast openness of the desert.
Lacking feelings and the smell of dirt.
Seeing nothing of the greater god,
Knowing many a thing, flawed.

I am the canvas of sand.
Void of life, so cruelly bland.
Winds blowing, to and fro
Shifting little, nothing in tow.

I am the endless terrain of the foreign soil.
Life won’t thrive, water will boil.
Making no change within this path,
Waiting for the inevitable wrath.

I am the cool land by the Nile.
List so long, full of denial.
The truth, the expansive horizon
Body and bone equally lies in.

I am the blanket of all.
Lasting forever including those who fall.
Loneliness in time will derail,
Even the strongest in mind but in spirit, frail.

I am the protector of the water.
The sanction of the slaughter
Full of life so desperately needed
Many of who rarely exceeded.

I am a ledger written in red.
Enter and stay, fear your demise.
Sane of the insane, fled
Reach the center and survive,
Make it out alive,
And you will thrive.

The pain I feel is nothing at all
Compared to people who’ve taken that fall
It’s not fair they say
Just make sure you get out okay

Don’t get hurt
Don’t let me hurt you

Don’t fall
Don’t make that call
all by yourself with no one else staring at that picture on your wall

Nothing to ground me but that's all I see.
The door is open
but I have a key
and it hasn't been broken
then what does that make me.
The dull burn within my eyes
seek towards my demise
sever what measly ties
formed from my disguise.

It's ebbing away my sanity
to the point where I use profanity.
While it feels like I have no gravity,
I'm in this world of rotten cavity.

Every step forward,
Every step back,
Every step toward,
Every step insomniac.

Roll the dice once or twice and take a break to reduce headache.
That's the price of a sacrifice when you stay awake till daybreak.

Letting go to hold on
Holding on to let go

Living to die
Dying to live

The liar I am
I am the liar

I said I’m sorry
I’m sorry I said

You said it’s ok
It’s ok you said

Are you tired I asked
I asked are you tired

I said I’m sorry
I’m sorry I said.

Written is my life
Unwritten is my knife
Rewritten is my strife

A little bit of Confucianism and Buddhism
The worthwhile life of Taoism .

Go with the flow maker Lao,
Communism and Chairman Mao
Stood no chance against the holy prism,
Opened up a deep wide chasm

The way, The path
Just do the math.
All day and all day
Just look at nature and it'll be okay.

Reason and knowledge,
Take the pledge,
Just look at nature and stay away college.

Things you can't comprehend,
Sins to amend and commend,
Just look at nature and you'll find a friend.

Master Lao, the maker of Tao
Finding ones place within this town,
Be one with nature and forget the crown.

Remember the magic of this mystical place,
Right in your head and right in your face.
Yin and Yang,
Walking with a cane.

The End is near,
We got all but haste.
Receive with open arms and a fragrant taste,
A little bit of aloe that's nature's paste.,

All will heal and All will feel
Beneath the tree,
We will see
Beneath the tree,
Just you and me.

Blurred shapes, Blurred lines
Rusted cars and overdue fines,
Empty roads, Empty halls
Phone bills and noone calls,
Untrimmed hedges and broken ledges.

An Echo talks and an Echo replies
Rainstorms and blue skies
Funny how much time flies

On the Pulse of Morning, of Afternoon, of Evening, of Night.
Count from One, to Two, to Three.
Not Once, not Twice, not Thrice.
And then. He grows older, senile, and eventually disappears.

The Sun waves, greets, smiles, listens.
Looking down with warmth, Laughing with no care, Playing with nature,
What a bliss we exist in, Eyes twinkling and with a slight glisten.
A Universe we can shape, an assembly of Culture.
This we can say, is presumed a right,
As for the rest, we do not notice the infectious blight.

The Moon sees, hears, remembers, regrets.
From high above the world, dragged from a realm of dreams, and rejected to the rear,
Once a ray of hope, How can a Nation fall to such a threat.
As time progresses, we recede from the center of this Sphere.
Lost and astray, we drift along the margins,
Arms we obtained to gather and sharpen.

We have began our descent towards the fogged terrain.
Where we no longer seek out fame.
What we once called a land of opportunity,
Now the remnants of the past community.