in this age of vanishing dreams
and crying ghosts
I find myself drawn again and again
an undying connection
to this work of art
so out of time upon its creation
as to be an endless fascination for me
so unlike the artist
this suffering soul
who's immense love and anguish
for the less fortunate
coupled with a talent too immense
for one man
created a burden that weighed upon his shoulders
and his heart like a million captured tears
then once upon a beautiful dream
or perhaps just a clever thought or a baby's smile
a brief respite from the pain
he created the contradiction of his lifetime
as if to say to all that may come to know him
through what history dictates
'You see...I was not crazy!'
and The Smoking Skull
was born

you yearn for freedom
then you crush it

you ask for time
yet you rush it

you preach equality
then ban all others

you look for knowledge
yet hide under covers

you want perfection
then you complain

you ask for sanity
yet behave insane

you say this is home
then tear down the flag

your heritage unknown
yet willing to brag

you ask for no lies
then don't believe truth

you ask for more money
our debt's through the roof

you look for happiness
and you long for peace

you hold onto a grudge
but you need release

you say you're a dreamer
but you don't believe

that we can do anything
that we can perceive

That sense of anonymity,
Among numerous faces,
All searching for-
Things?
Acquaintances?
Or just something to do...
That chaos of complexity,
Gives some stress and anxiety,
But to some,
Can leave a calm sensation wash over their entire experience.

There is no passable route
to the eventual soulless rite
skidded floors,
frozen painted walls
enclosed in jupiter's rail
embossed in eyelids tail
contradictional theory
off the Savannah 101
piroutting our own soul
writing off our own role
state of devastation
lifted off the barley field
stuck in a time warp
the sky has been waiting
and turning and rolling
tired of never ending doubt
flung towards the soul
aghast with how it ends
the kingdom never arrives
but with face full of joy,
you rob everything off us.

some people make you seriously wonder
    about
what makes them tick so brazenly
    against
all values they supposedly hold high

     is it a tunnel vision
     of greedy individuality?

    a dangerous mix
    of arrogance, innocence, ignorance?

    or are they simply overwhelmed
    with unexpectedly gained power
    mistake the votes of people
    for a mandate to play god?

unknown may be the causes
but the results are clear

if you preach water but drink wine
throw precious pearls before swine
say things today that you deny tomorrow

folks may still listen to your words
but do no longer follow the meaning
of perma-hype that makes no sense

sooner or later
they‘ll simply stop listening

Sometimes we let ourselves go,
We let our significant other control our minds.
We’re there for our friends but what happened to no man left behind?
When did liquor bottles become our safe haven?
We put glass against our wrist because our high self esteem was taken
By people we trusted most, by people we don’t even know.
They’ll tell you life isn’t fair, but they’re the ones treating your life like a show
With lights and cameras and they get away with it because they didn’t yell action, they whispered it
Into ears they promised not to tell.
No wonder your life is utter hell
We intrust people that tell us comforting things
But what we don’t know is that with comfort, a knife they bring
And they stab you in the places you don’t realize are wounded
And later that same year with that same friend, you’re excluded.
Tell me why we cry at night when no ones around to hear,
Tell me why we put our skin against spears.
I hate the fact that the one we love most and can see living our entire human lives with
Is the one that hurts us and makes us feel unworthy.
Why do we live our lives like a contradiction?
When did causing ourselves pain become an addiction?
We want to be happy, yet we surround ourselves with people who make us feel sad,
We want to follow our dreams, yet we act like they are dreams we never had.
We want to live a long life, but we pray to God to die every day,
It’s year 17’ and we’re slowing starting to decay.