Twisted eyes of oak and ivory

Clanging, rusting gears of old, wily whispers

Hear the whimpering window drops

Across sadistic crossed circuits

Within an unwavering edifice to edify

In a masked evanescent parade.

Why must I watch?

Why must we learn?



Just another face in the crowd

Staring with ageless eyes

Among sheltered innocents

Walking within shadows

Driven by no desire

Where echoes of different

Times resound.

Looking for memories of yesterdays

Left unfound.



Stagnate in the suffocating silence

I, emotional exile

I, fugitive from freedom

Against image defined.

They, surrendered to mediocrity

They, shed the age old scent of our commonness

For machine refined.



Shocked reality

Mocked integrity

The wheels of industry ground.

Bold repressiveness shut out lives.

Opinions bent toward standard waves

Bleaching out divergent shades.

To fall out of use-

Too much allowed is the end of you

By excused abuse.



Vague ideals

Within profound direction.

Systematic spontaneity.

Weakened, weary prey

Synchronized in their play;

Immersed in the cause

All sacrificed inner needs

In collective reality

Collective response.