I'm not sure if the sun came up
I haven't seen it shine
There's something wrong, I think I'm stuck
I'm running out of time
I'm not sure if I'm still awake
I think I might have drowned
There's nothing here, it feels so fake
I think I'm falling down
It's your problem when you disregard God's voice, not mine.
No matter how you "perceive" it, the reality of the state of those suffering whom you callously disregard, saying "all is well" in your unloving indifference, remains unchanged.
do you like to worship yourself
better than worshiping anyone else?
do you look at any glass
except the ones that show yourself?
haven't you heard?
the towers have fallen!
haven't you heard
That towers can fall?
and then, just when
I thought I had seen it all...
i found myself sitting in a different
it looked like a palace
but it was a tomb
like a bleeding, barren womb
like a child born far too soon
and it was dark
and i was scared
and adults were gathered in a far-off room
and there were things in there with me
that the adults couldn't see
and they were dark and they were small
with the sharpest little teeth
I'VE LOST SOMETHING
something's been taken!
they tore something out of me
i knew the moment
and saw the daylight flee
do you paint pictures of food
to donate to starving children?
do you max out your credit card
to profit off God's business?
shining like mirrors
we see our reflection
then all is just shattered
then all that once mattered
is a column of smoke in the wind
and angels descend
from mansions pretend
to caverns below
where old Titans stow
awaiting the day
that Chaos will arrive
and swallow Earth and its deepest recesses
and them along with it all
and Vishnu sleeps
on the endless serpent
Written ca. 2011
the less we desire
the richer we are
but what is a life
lacking in desire?
must we become robots
to be enlightened?
or is there a place between
obsession and indifference
where happiness flourishes?
is the key
When the sun rolls her eyes
A soft whisper reminds him
You’re home free once you lay inside
Barbed wires and lilac thieves
He's cloaked from head to toe
The Promised Land saws at his knees
Raising her head, she cries
Only not for stars or dreams
But to fill as though she is ten, not five
It’s the destination, not the journey they say
Preaching as though you don’t have soil to stay
Listening into the black and white picture screen
Ripples draped in red
They are not called she, he, only thing
Left less than animals
Tell me again why you believe this man covered in cloth
Is any less than the man who hides behind a rock
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this is all that i am
a fluctuating being
strange to even say
that i have been waiting
and i waited -
but why must I hide
all that i feel
all that i am?
for i know
a fluctuating being
Rise and shine, time to cruise away
Rushing out in the dollar's name
As your life is used in vane
For poor commerce's sake
It doesn't matter if you're baked
Or if tragedy gives you a teary shake
You better not be late
Or you’ll eat from an empty plate
And starve until heaven's gate
You make me realize how empty I am.
At long last, I have felt purely and wholly indifferent to everyone.
My toxic has overwhelmed and left me.
This is my cry for help. I've always saved everyone, Who's going to save me?