The race to create,
Toe to heel,
Blamed on the strangest of scapegoats.

The race to create,
Genetic disposition,
A tutorial of the soul.

The different three legged race,
Wanting to be a dog and howl,
Like so many maniacs have done before.

The race to create,
Becomes the race to destroy,
To conform while being interestingly malleable,

The race to create,
Ultimately is the chance to forget,
To sleep consciously through an unutterable awakening.

That race to create,
Binds us all,
Never felt so intrinsically absurd and profound,

So human it makes me want to puke honey

Swinging waves of silent frequencies,
Traveled apparition over the festival,
The tremendous dot dot dot of apathy,
Everyone let go for that moment,
No one cared for the naked mortal flesh,
We all let loose something monstrous,
Something unique, dangerous and wonderful,
It became legend,
Always remembered in eye pieces,
Reality as the outside knew it,
Was a sick joke to us,
We’d witnessed a precipice of beauty,
From the serenity and delicacy of human compassion,
The grand leviathan we’d help create,
Something else entirely was found,
Blasted off into the cool, resounding night.

Wanders around back alleyways,
Foot in mouth,
Thumb up ***,
Spiderly flame rising,
From the lighter,
Boiling synthetic *******,
The sheen of the glass,
Marks the scar of his soul,
IT TURNS AS BLACK AS THE BURN,
Frail and decayed like the ash,
He smacks in his hand,
Wipes on his pants,
One smooth motion

Once there was wilderness,
Mad, irrepressible, scenes of rustic chaos,
Unhindered beasts trapezed,
Grand bounds into untethered existence,
Holding their own against many elements,
Interladen unified skulls,
Now become bleak and dashed,
Animalistically we strived for freedom,
The fundamentals of inquiry,
REQUIRE no mediation,
Beneath us lie the horrid gazes,
Noses scoffing from regulated clouds,
You’re in the middle,
Felt unable to ponder the mystery,
Left conditioned to always look out,
Blanketed in warm shelters and trinkets in hand,
Only through a Grand Decomposition,
Will we once more become unafraid,
Of the ties that be,
An answer to many lonesome sirens.

Withdrawal your appeals to it all,
Differentiate your mind and become aware of it,
The buzzing of machinery,
A symphony in full bloomed cacophony,
The cold, dead, ugly noise,
To some is a Siren’s blessing,
Turn off the inhibition to see,
Wondrous gloom, bittersweet irony,
To taste such nauseous bliss,
As if returned to embryonic fortitude,
Feel it,
Holy demented feeling,
The brink of the end,
Brought right back to the womb,
Sick laughter in the corner,
Treasured by death’s lure,
Fell on wasted knees,
Crying beautiful whipped tears.

There was an order, the hierarchy promised,
Advances made a transient path,
Clans of parasites threw up banners,
Announcing with great cries who they represented,
They held spirit above all else,
The will grew strong and arrogant,
They were lied to and sheparded,
Committing horrid atrocities in their name,
In the wake, they destroyed their homes,
By the end the host was left barren,
And the paramount parasite,
These pests that felt entitled to it all,
Became extinct to the body,
Given back to the host and rejected,
The spirit and will that was so prized,
Left a foul taste in the mouth,
It was too late to do something about it,
The host and parasite joined in gloom,
Sweet, beautiful remorse was all that was left.

Muted, muffled, dull thud on concrete,
Staggered, drunken, half conscious nobody,
Starved, seeking, worried about payments,
**** in hand, knocking on the wrong doors,
Fire and brimstone stoked in the belly,
Mad, strange, appetizing burlesque eyes,
Obnoxious smacking and licking of parched lips,
Rolling on half rationed legs,
Quiet, sullen, mournful footsteps,
Presently placed awkwardly one in front of the other,
Memory serves correctly, destitute, reprise,
Thunderclaps and crashing roars,
Almost forgotten, with great relief,
Soon, very soon, to be lost forever,
Candlelight, sobbing vigils, no power,
Nail, Nail, Nail,
Praise in the box, graffiti walled,
Like a bathroom stall, just as ******,
Docile dissolving vessels,
Brought to the commonplace dropoff,
Settled down and greatly relieved.