Consumption

My heart is a singular thing,
fortifying its purpose,
consuming all beneath the surface,
discovering if this life is more than just a fling.
No control in what this heart brings,
allowing all hurt between its seems,
great love or great fear,
no control – absorbing all into its fragile sphere.
I take your hurt and make it my own,
the curse of this heart I gladly invoke,
my heart – the bringer,
my mind – following its procedure,
my journey contorted into this sentimental creature

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

Focus

Who is the person from long ago,
full of optimism and ready to grow,
naive to the world and the meaning of hopeless,
unaware of the importance in sharpening one’s focus.
Without such – life becomes distorted and muffled,
becoming just another card lost to the shuffle,
degrees of sacrifice must be undertaken,
joining reality with the identity you’ve awakened.
Now raise the sails,
fight the rising tides,
this is your life,
map the course only you can find

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

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