Without knowing places, my place it seems
Looking for the best, the attention. a scheme
Writing for freedom, rightful, a taste
A taste of satifactury
A taste of bliss
A taste of all the wonderful things I miss
For looking in darkness where it can not be found
Searching for answers
The ones you don't know when they're found
Granulated light, from the bedroom abyss
I wrote this in hopes to remiss
The things about you that I almost see
Guess the open door to this cage gets the best of me
Too tired to see, with eyes wide open
I dropped the key, I closed the shackles
No need for this. Running too much a hassle
Staying put in my cage, so addicted to castles
I willingly stay in this dungeon
Just to remain closer to the stories
That were once told
To me, to us
I've had enough.
I know the story, the only way out
I lay down the screens
Technology, you are the dragon.
Guarding this castle, you keep me in.
A distraction, of many, I see the curse.
I will see you as a tool, to remove this thirst
We are who we are, what will be will be
Appealing to the masses means nothing to me
Along in this journey, out of the castle
The mightiest stance.
Alone in the beacon,
I fulfill these plans
To leave the stories behind
Goodbye, the castle
am i aging or am i past my time
the tools to make me better aren't here
am i an advanced prototype
or am i an old pile of outdated gears
my wires rust from time to time
unable to move them
and my processor is a mess
it shorts out and i boot up somewhere else
my cooling must be bust from how hot i get around you
whats wrong with me
where did it all go so wrong
is it my eyes or my graphics card
is my sorrow programmed or am i really feeling
i know you can't
but please try
i can't run like this anymore
i've been pressing sleep for far too long
and its too late for a restart
update or shut down
Binary code runs through my vains like wet mercury. A tidal wave of electronic conseptualization seers my brain.
All systems turned full blast.
All the colors in my eyes pool together to form a prismic rainbow that inadvertently turns my vision inside out. Empathy to technology rots my heart out. While our world fades I'll be comfortably unaware behind gorilla glass.
It is the 23rd century,
The other rebels are showcased in the penitentiary
In the city’s center street
To gratify the remnants of the sensory.
They’re beheld through double-paned hybrid walls of palladium, aluminum oxide and diamond;
In each cell their own reflection’s seen
There is no blue sky, no scent of trees;
The cells’ sounds rebound and resound
To promote censoring.
It all began in the 21st century;
Now, ancient relics are kept in a technological cemetery,
Guarded by a sophisticated sentry.
Unbound knowledge damaged our brains,
Progress became our shackles and chains.
We—humanity—became dependent like a candle and flame
And gradually, drastically, society managed to change.
All who resisted were banished in shame,
Then our history was lost; I’m lucky to even know my family name.
I am the last rebel.
I know of tambourines, timbre and treble.
I know of beauty that once made men tremble.
I know of the past gods;
Before we made the last devil.
Now we are the drones.
We mass-produced their bodies, now we are the clones.
Now they think, speak and feel for us—we are just bones.
We built our father’s house upon these rocks:
We are the stones.
If any should read this before the ripples of time dwindle,
I’ll be plain: we surrendered human expression to digital signals and symbols.
We once made music from thimbles and cymbals,
Praised the Lord on the timbrels,
Shouted aloud atop the shingles.
It was all so profound, because it was so simple.
Eventually what the experts, geniuses and pros found
Was a way to hose down
Now, propriety is: No psaltry, poetry or piety.
The cemetery holds the devices which ushered the end of society.
But I have seen them;
I devised a scheme to sneak in silently
And study the history privately.
I was stunned. Stricken, as with fear,
And for the first time in years
My eyes leaked with tears.
If I could talk to them,
If I could ask a question,
If I could somehow call,
I’d ask why—just why did you allow it all?!
How could you not foresee the downfall?!
Why did not some societal siren sound off?
Speaking of sirens...
They’ve found my lair...
See, this is why I’ve found fault!
Now I am a rebel—a renegade—forced to live like a groundhog
Simply because I seek to enlighten and warn all,
Like one who foresaw
The siege of Warsaw.
If this is ever found, preserve my last words:
LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION
The Last Outlaw
Reed Jobs X
This Time-Lapse Video of
Disneyland Transforming for the
Holidays Is Truly Magical
The Deepest Fish Ever
Captured Is So Ugly I Want
to Throw It Back in the Sea
Sounds Like Ant-Man and
the Wasp May Have a Major
Impact on the Marvel Cinematic Universe
Watch Amputee Monkeys Control
Robotic Arms by
The White House's Christmas
Decor Looks Straight Out
of a Horror Film
An Asteroid Will Pass
Near Earth Next Month But
No, You Don't Have to Worry
Hold Up, the New
Jumanji Movie Is
Over 75,000 Evacuated in
Bali as Mount Agung Spews
Gigantic Clouds of Ash
Your Dark Side Shrine Needs
This Burnt Darth
Vader Helmet Replica
The End Credits
Scene of Justice League Has
Been Bugging Me
Tourists touring temples taking #selfies,
body’s there but souls not,
like Techno Ghosts back from the future,
not here to save the world just here to take a few shots,
but my body is my only temple,
and true enlightenment comes from the absence of Self,
so selfies seem silly to me,
in the same way as trying to wear pants 2 sizes to big without a belt,
or I guess a better analogy would be,
trying to wear a heavy belt without a buckle,
and that thought’s deep better yet heavy,
like Axel Rose those thoughts are heavy metal,
which makes sense especially if you’re an alchemist,
and believe what the Kyballion says about how everything’s metal,
yeah that’s heavy,
heavy as Heavy Metal rock,
being played by the US Army,
in Baghdad with the volume all the way up,
all the while spraying heavy metals,
in order to weigh down moral,
but what does any of this have to do with #selfies you ask,
well listen and I’ll tell you,
narcissist egos created this mess,
force used to push an agenda,
because when we’re too focused on our “selfs”,
we lose sight of the big picture,
like taking #selfies at temples,
and not seeing the beauty around you,
like drowning out the sounds of nature,
with the playlist on your iTunes,
it’s all kinda ironic isn’t it,
it’s tough having morals when complicit in any empire,
so I try and escape to exotic landscapes,
like Malagasy rainforests or Tibetan Temples,
but when I get there I find,
to my disappointing surprise,
a bunch of tourists on their phones,
only remotely living their lives…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Long ago, there was a butterfly,
Its membrane wings, thin plastic,
Its precious lifeblood, oil.
Humming from flower to flower,
It never strayed from chartered paths.
Proboscis feeding, but never tasting,
Body consuming, but never growing.
Long ago, there was a butterfly,
Its brain, a mother board,
Its memory, four hundred and ten megabytes.
Sucking up all the nectar,
It never imagined the damage it would do.
Sensors scanning, but never seeing,
Motors whirring, but never beating.
Long ago, there was a butterfly,
Its cold limbs, now crippled,
Its power, all run out.
Collecting dust on a barren field,
The butterfly never lived, and so it never died.
It moved, but never thought,
It flew, but was never free.
/ don't blink /
you don't wanna know what THEY might think
make sure your movements stay in-sync
* * *
be sure not to draw any attention
ignore the subtle apprehension
that you may be in an alternate dimension
* * *
don't let your lips move while you speak
wipe off your tear-stained cheek
don't let THEM think you're weak
just pretend you’re playing hide-and-seek
but don’t let them find you
& make sure you’re hidden from THEIR view
you don’t wanna get lost for good, do you?