Memento Mori

Beware It comes like a thief in the night
A blink of an eye, a flash of lightning
Beware for you know not when you might die
Or when you might have the thought of dying
But be not afraid of the thought of death
Be afraid of a life you have not lived
Embrace death as you breathe your final breath
It is not as evil as you’ve conceived
Life and death, and the sun and the moon
Contrasting elements, both beautiful
For how can you hate such a lovely boon
One which gives meaning to a life so cruel
So treat the end of life as a reward
To a life which many deem very hard

Morning calls, business
Time. I tell you there is such
Joy in emptiness

when he says he wants to put you
in a poem, don't believe he'll
put your petals to his nose, inhale gently,
and enumerate the tickling scents
waltzing in his nostrils.
believe he'll put your stem to his tongue
lick the thorns slowly
to open his masochistic
metallic blood.
believe that he'll spit
that blood on the floor
or in a teacup to
sit out for hummingbirds.
believe he'll paint you
naked in verse
clothe you in meter
and strip you once more.
believe that no poem
is refuge
and that your ugliness
and his ugliness
will not make a poem
beautiful.

Chaotic systems*
Disabled stems
Controlled streams
Dash in seams

Work ain't progress
It's a misused regress
Full of regrets
The greatest dissolution
No vision, just revisions
The mission of bureaucracy
Hypocrisy and autocratic casts
Top cats bumper weighty bonuses
Outclassed in beer bellies
Slashed in pompous waistcoats
What a waste on the coast?

I am not afraid to tell you, "I ain't a ******* robot"
I am not a machine of production and rotations
I am not afraid to tell you, "Go **** your *****"
Give me time to be creative, innovative and autonomous

Chaotic systems*
Disabled stems
Controlled streams
Dash in seams

Be an example, model the sample
Let the leader lead the leaders
Let the leader be the servant
An active weaver of the basket
To hold with the strongest straws
In rows and crows, clinging to all
A negotiator of the common people
A facilitator in times of conflict
Let the worker be dedicated
Passionate, triumphant and trial-led
But the case is, all are in it for the money

I am not afraid to tell capitalists, "Give workers their rights"
I am not a ******* charity mate! Share the faked matte!
I am not afraid to tell you, "Stick it up on your ***!"
**Give me time to be creative, innovative and autonomous

8am solo endless drives in
Purgatory
Will you remember me?
Will you still say say my say my name
Or have I disappeared into all these varying shades of 8am
Have I become the way I looked at him?
Will I fade here? Or will I reignite only to show you up
Turn up and burn up I know you never wanted me
Just wanted the person you imagined me to be
Now all I see is the white lines of this highway
Purgatory
Will you remember me?
Will this be
Forever?
8am fade out good so slow
I'm nobody's baby so nobody needs to know
My glass bloodwork and hazy brain
I know you don't see me the same
Purgatory.

2 am ,
Knowing i have stuff to do,
Why do i wake up out of my dreams,
When i dont see you ,
I think of you .....

Do i have you up to ?
Is it hard for you to sleep?
Even though i haven't spoken to you,
In a way i miss the real you...
The one who gave me love and actually felt me..
The one who held me and protected me,
Never exposed me to anyone that wasnt you...

Was my love too "perfect" for you?
I did the things i was supposed to do ,
You questioned me ,
And said to me,
"But i never asked you to.."
It's because my love is real for you ...
Thought you should know,
Cause i know you lurking
They never did say that
True Love was perfect,
I bet that you'll see,
I was really worth it ...
I remember everything you've said,
Even tho I'm gone away,
We at a distance now...

I'm up at 2 am ,
When later i got stuff to do ....
I'm crazy as hell,
Cause lil baby obviously I'm not a priority to you .