As earth, sea and sky love and hate you and me! All simultaneous, all wanting needing craving screaming bleeding, for one piece or moment of lost time. Dragging. grabbing and pulling, spitting and calling, this complete chaos,  only a faction of my aching life.

No! This is chaos, this impulse that drives our inner thoughts and feeling to constant self-destruction. This morphing unstoppable force, my driven path in life.
The mirror holding my blue print to a better life had shattered it seems.
Spending more time seeking to find these fruitless shards, a constant search which I fear will never end. Like lost ships at night with not an ounce of light lost at sea. Eternally searching...

How do you rebuild chaos? Do you string all pieces, so it hangs from the fabric of time like art unmovable?
Its would still be shattered, though unmovable. This bolder of despair blocking my journey to tasteful freedom. A journey to a higher conscious. How do one that has been battered and bruised, knocked and kicked find the strength to move the unmovable.
How? Do one that has been brought to their knees, by the normality of a given life find the strength to move. When constantly they carried the weight of an ever expanding universe on their defeated shoulders.

This my ever constant battle, to reassemble the broken shards of a universe disrupted.

Caught between a dream and nightmare
Stabbing mind pains this is not fair
Sleep awake living or dead
Stuck in a place called nowhere
Is this life even real, should I even question to care

Do I take a chance, dream beyond the skies
A world with the absence of light
dark with vision impaired
Infested with lies & legal crimes
Can we really live life to the fullest
When we already ensnared?

These are the questions, infesting my dreams at night
When voiceless earths screaming
Still putting up a fight
We destroy everything, just look at our historical might
Building towards exstiction
To destroy our nature, it cannot be helped.

How dark the world as night still approaches, I look at graves
our morals we ghosted.
Left infested infesting our spirits, digesting our light in decay its invested.
Are we wicked? Or Bested?
By the trickery of the world molested. A feathered pillow lie our heads we rested.
Standing on the precipice of breeding pessimists born into a age of information yet still ignorant.
Oppressively with kids needing therapist.
To cope in a world of divided ugliness
This where the drug reaches, grabs hold until you defeated beaten broken to pieces, Leaves
Alone, lonesome no one knows loneliness as it knows you.
This a lying truth obscured by the lies in truth with the untruth that it brings. Lies without wings, a melody of deceit.
Thoughts butcherer till our ends we meet.
This the sad reality, life our chauffeur while we strapped to the passenger seat.
All we truly have, are  our own beliefs and that beating vessel in our chest. A pulsating heartbeat

Raised on love, grew up in a **** storm
lullaby at night, the sound of a gun call
Always had the fight within, not falling tis form of mentality
Future seemed a bleak
mentally not giving into criminality
I was a ninja personified dodged the debris
They design to distort reality
Their scope on ones that lose hope don't cope
Feed them to their criminal dynasty
Broken souls who's life has been beaten with brutality
smelled out the weak, broke them infected their mind
the beast always looking to destroy or feast

I had to fight my way out, never had a ounce of doubt
Hustled and jumped every hurdle put front of me
I don't mess a-bout, punch with the weight of not the ****
technical knockout
Ploughed through the *******, ****** life and pulled out
Not once did I lay down and cower, I reroute
All the negativity I ate
Then spewed out flowers
In essence you can say, broke out
Negativity I devoured
Now I run circles around square thoughts
A fresh Prince, running on sheer will-power
I'll defeat anything you throw at me, I've seen it all
Call me Dwight David Eisenhower.

Like the army corpses paying for caskets
While the rich gorge on gluttony
Wolf in sheep clothing
When they just fat little pigs
That's rich...
Sometimes I feel they had just switch off
the light in the world, like a light switch
Well that's rich!
Why?
So this world can be reborn
When the first light kisses a retiring night
A new aged dawned
With divide and ruling the ensuing chaos
Encaged in a fake freedom
Our thoughts caught in what's right and what's wrong, what they will say
Don't offend or joke or be or breathe
This the life we lead, conscious but struggling to breathe
You have to be what they want
Even if  you just want peace
Say without boundary or offending belief
We living on eggshells
While the world gnawed to its core slowly bleeds
Are we really free?
Or is this just a perception perceived?
There are lines in this world
If we cross them are we deceased or are we