CLICHÉS

Pre-packaged loops, reheated ideas,
grateful bellies, guts well-fed.
Ideas that repeat, never scratching the surface.
Fools ignorant of their own ignorance,
who think they are wise, and only repeat clichés.
An education that just manufactures and brainwashes,
a factory of dimwits, of slaves; it’s an agenda.
Created imbecilities that repeat endlessly.
The mantras of some are very good, saints,
the mantras of others are very bad, evil.
History is reheated and changed endlessly,
when foolishness becomes the general norm.
Capitalism and Marxism united in crusades,
the new global war of the gods explodes.
In a world where knowing is of no interest,
knowledge forbidden to the useful slaves,
people who repeat preconceived ideas.
Slaves of our time, ignorant,
the narratives will be changed again and again.
Reality doesn't matter; reality is fabricated,
imbeciles who believe they are libertarians.
Poor souls that have been snatched away,
those transgenics, manipulated humans.
A world of gods who give lessons,
a world of degenerates of all kinds.
Stupids in charge of a burning ship,
moral degenerates, intellectual fools.
A world of mediocrity at full speed,
the agenda is the kingdom of imbecility.
The kingdom of darkness and lies arrives,
everything leads to human degradation,
the end of times, lies in everything.
A degenerate society, heading for the end.
Humans who believe they are gods of evil.

I implore you to listen to
Tyler Ballgame
He's the essence of McCartney
And a bit o Lennon
And a lot of Orbison
In different songs
At different parts
He's a big man
With a lot o soul
And an even
Bigger heart.

Met you in the glow of a midnight ,
Words like sparks in a silver dream.
Strangers stitched in typing pace,
But I memorized your digital face.

You talk in riddles, I feel too deep,
You’re wide awake while I lose sleep.
I don’t know if I’m just a game,
But my heart still skips when you say my name.

Are you real or just a haze?
A fleeting thrill in lonely days.
Still, I wait for that message tone—
'Cause you feel like home in the unknown'.

ghost
/gowst/

1.   The bleached whale teeth of your bones covered in layers of papery humanity, the blue of your Veins as they lie, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

2.   Static white and less, a phantom haunting your own skin. You were murdered, murdered, murdered by this coffin of a house.

3.   Dustless and fearfilled; can the dead die again?

Cancer took you like if had the right.
Like the world owed it something
More precious than it deserved.
( turned out that was you)

I hate it for what it did to you
For the way it stole your smile
And left nothing but silence behind
It made your body a battlefield
Then claimed victory like it had earned it.

I hate it for making you smaller
For the days it stole
The plans we made
That now feel like broken glass in my chest.

It didn't just take you
It left me here. Holding your name
Like a wound I can't stop bleeding from,
Hating somthing I can't even touch,
Wishing hate could ever be enough.

Digging through my CDs
I keep finding
Two copies of the same album
Then I remember
Ah ****.