From The Ashes

Mist gathers and is mystically displaced…
amongst trees refusing to be cut down and erased,
moving as silently as the devil,
drowning all in its path – building its hell on an earthly level.
All around me it consumes,
choking with poisonous fumes,
to my knees I fall – accepting this doom,
I burn to ash but in surprise – like a phoenix – new I bloom.
Read between the lines…
and you will find…
the strength inclined…
turning failures into success – in time

Sleeping Giant

A forgotten self,
the beating heart of today’s commonwealth,
swipe or tap,
doesn’t matter as long you’re relevantly intact.
Swollen soul,
thinking you’re irrevocably in control,
but little did we know,
we’re being cataloged and sold.
Eyes wide,
pupils dilating in size,
incapable of witnessing our mind’s demise,
we cry in sleep – while they laugh at our compromise.

Ignite

There is no right and wrong in this world,
only what one can tolerate and stand,
choosing a side is a futile plan,
do and an open mind you have burned.
Life is a singularity under the concept of man,
division is a construct in driving us mad,
good against evil is romantic within ink,
but in true it hinders our ability to think.
Steal your mind and open it to reality,
an existence of inclusion is its actuality,
take what you’ve learned and create an incision,
be the child that the universe always envisioned.

Wake up!!!

Work, eat, sleep, repeat,
work, eat, sleep, repeat,
this is the formula to your impending defeat.

It’s no grand mystery to this lifelong servitude,
we are bred into believing this is all we must do,
to skim across time as this must be our only attitude.

Fuck this mass production of a deepening narcosis,
leaving each other at arms length is a state of residual hypnosis,
shock your mind into becoming an individual,
connected we must become against these waves of the tyrannical

Original Draft

Clock Tower

The clock strikes right,
not left,
what else is there to digest?

A questioned timeline,
doesn't allow you to refine time,
it gives you perception on what may define time.

Give it a moment,
give it a think,
and you'll be giving yourself a life boat before you start to sink.

Your body and mind may fail to correlate,
but remind yourself of the present you must now simulate.

If you don't you'll be stuck,
not in the past,
or the future,
just a state of eternal confusion.

The message indicated...
don't be afraid  if you dont feel vindicated,
only within the self can one truly feel formulated.