Driven to madness long ago Unsure as to cry or kill But vigilante is a dead occupation in a world in balance, tipping so far in the wrong direction Too many fell into the program Too many hands got greased Too many fell to their knees and for what? But to fill their lives and gullets with shit, then discard what they can't finish and complain about their health as thousands of children die weekly of starvation in Somalia too far from their gluttony for them to show empathy or even a thought I am no saint I too shall pay full price for time spent on sin I've heard of no settlements being offered for Karmic debt As I have served my self I'll serve my time in this prison of flesh
Currently serving time in a medical research complex, plotting escape as I labor, ever vigilant of cameras and exit signs, less secure than Alcatraz, the sharks less menacing, Far less distinguishable and humanity has given way to intellect, the worst thing to happen to western culture since the white man evicted the natives from their homeland. I've witnessed more love in jailhouse showers, in boarded up crack houses, on whore occupied street corners, among vagabonds beneath overpasses and yet the smug pseudointellectuals seem to be the only ones making bail.
Coat the dark asphalt a dull orange
Once a soft white, the bulbs
Now worn and weathered
Like the flesh that wraps
Round these battle-weary bones and
The noise pollution and human stink
Has yet to contaminate my day
That dry time, where
The wind’s whisper is free to speak
And I can listen
And not think
Love is a searing hot piss after a night in the city Love is a whore at the end of the bar Love is a 3rd abortion Love is extortion Love is a temp agency receiving applications Love is bleeding out from the wound of an arrow Love is a one-act play penned by a Hallmark employee Love is an ugly lie from a pretty face Love is the Devil's cut not the angel's share Love is a product manufactured and sold Love is cold Love is a drowning polar bear when the glaciers melt Love is preached, rarely felt Love is a download in a programmed life Love is a rabid animal with a vicious bite Love's not at the Gym Love doesn't work out Love is bizarre Love is doubt
I'll begin by saying ...congratulations and welcome to unreality or Hell as I call it. If your only aspirations are to accumulate wealth and fit-in simply acquire a trade or degree, groom yourself to televised standards, attain an occupation based purely on monetary gain, step on a few heads along the way and gently plant your lips upon a corporate ass and you'll do just fine. But if you aspire to actually live within the real world drop everything you know or think you know, unlearn, fulfill your end of the bargain but have integrity and bow to no man or woman, read anything you can grasp, have no limits in life or love, lift those that lie below, tear the insolence from those above.
Many people say they like it here for the changing of the seasons. I prefer the changing of the guard dogs post to post, they know all too well my patterns and scents. It's harder to cover your tracks than the track marks left behind in the wake of self-gratification and liquid dreams. Even more difficult to stay afloat in a sea of greed. Though a heavy heart's a useful life raft even flooded with emotional baggage. The seasons will change everywhere anyhow. So I adapt, roll with the punches, defend the shakedown, deny the takedown and make visible God's breath. Till the final bell cracks, liberty or death.
Random acts of blindness, visible even to the untrained eye To look away, look down at their cellular phone that never seems to leave their hand Anything to avoid eye contact Where a smile may have to be returned without a receipt or a mouth may have no greeting to repeat Common defense mechanism of the common fool as common and courtesy have been divorced for some time now after common bedded down ignorance Seems when humans stop breeding We'll have solved the problem
Before most of the weary world Returns from slumber Before the bustle Before the false You feel life in everything A universal pulse Earth living and breathing or Emitting trumpets of pain, Trumpets of change Like a free-form composition Moving you through Possessing you to Lose your mind Ground the body Tame your desires Whitewash the canvas Fears to the fires
Modern man (numbskull) So programmed with bad division thinking life so simple that everyone and everything can be grouped, categorized as good or evil and you'd better choose the right side or was it the left? or whichever side doesn't get you beaten and raped Better be safe and choose the side of modern man who steals electronics during a blackout, bathing suits during a whiteout and products to get the grey out of their hair, their lives Putting so much effort into their strange battle against aging that they forgot how to live a battle lost to striving stretching skin, stretching jeans stretching useless traditions and bad habits to pass on to the children they've left in the street bred to be the next modern man or woman growing up hopeless and bitter making the same mistakes generation after generation learning how to die before they're dead