Looking out
At the vast universe
Not for analysis, for answers

Silence:
An absence of sound
Still conveys plenty

A comedian
Upon the stage
Prancing and dancing
Acting deranged
Yet once the audience departs
They sit alone
Hoping their fans heard the message
They were trying to impart

Wish there were times
Where we talked about real things
Not about bed covers
Or if we had a hypothetical brother
Should be asking about
Why we think in black and white
How do we sleep at night?
Why must we wake up and fight?
All those other things?
Distracting the masses from our galactic plight.

Save the planet
Save the trees
Save the ocean
Yet...
We have yet to save ourselves
Acknowledge our fragile nature
When we cannot accept our own nature
How can we save anything?

Information can be bought
Sold
Twisted
Forged
Knowledge is now
A hot commodity
An object, waiting to be bought

The world, merely what we perceive
Could be small as a yard
Or big like Gallipoli

You have not lived
Until the best memories
Become part of history

Consulting a calender
Not for the date
But to see when the days will end

Home of security doors
None can be hurt
But none are invited either

Is it me?
Or, is it just me?
Struggling garbage
Something broke inside
It is different each time
Tough times rot the core
Never able to weather the storm

Under the mouth
Under the muscles of his eyes
Take him not for granted
He may look like us
But surprises come when least expected

Truth
Distorted by the perceiver
People fight to prove theirs
Reminders of how primal we are

In her delusions
Truth shows itself
Rearing an ugly head
Alongside intense guilt
To reveal tremendous suffering
By the hands of those
Who brought them here.

During pure paranoia
The most prominent features
Do not have to be visible

Tough waters
Full of mystery
In the forbidden depths
Lies history

Poor in mind
Rich in soul
Widely concluded
To be better than most

Considerable outrage
Suits some situations
Yet those who exploit it
Wear the suits

Blood and bones
Flesh like honey
Attached to the earth, by a stem
Gravity

Love
Action
The most compassion
Restricted to 24 hours?
How about 8760 hours?

Carved my own path
You followed your way
But in the aftermath
Which will make history?

Manipulate the masses
To reach a state of numbness
Dulling a country
To take it over

I am not afraid
Of the rambling man
Who has no filter
Speaks in rhyme
Proclaiming the clouds
Are diamonds in the sky
I am only afraid
Of what drove him mad
If it claimed one
When will it claim many?

Father, go there
The troubles are over
Go up there, please
Show up, no more hiding
I'll wait for you
At the beach covered in minerals

The cave
Has been "the cave"
Ever since my first year
...
How would it feel
To not have a name?

Closure of a terror campaign
Which first opened
To those behind bars
For they lost all things
And are cursed
To enter a world with nothing

Abandoned
Even betrayed
They say it all gets better
Until the torment returns

Shoplifting the dreams
Of a nation cursed to sleep
Never to awaken
Once aware
Prepared to be cut out
A voice behind a broken megaphone
Waiting for a patient view
While the intellect sails across the sea.

Consider what you are
One who is able-bodied in life
Knows their place
Even when it is displeasing
We may have choice
But not over all things.

You need to be careful
With your relation
To the subconscious
Or your true self
May soon live elsewhere

Examine all cultures
Learn about their principles
Of loyalty
Honor
Respect
Dignity
Learning a fraction about life
Can piece together
A clearer picture

Just because I cannot
Doesn't mean I should not

Alone
A cycle remains
Together
The cycle still remains
For it was orchestrated for years
By those
We have never known

Words are forgotten
Actions are remembered
Hence why the most change
Comes after disaster

I weep for humanity
The pain
The sorrow
The heartbreak
The bloodshed
Cold realities
Unearthed from years of living
I wish, one day, we could no longer suffer
But, to live is to suffer
And to suffer is to live

When you meet for the last time
No one knows
It will be the final one

Some are introduced
To revenge
Then, are they not an eponymous fool?
By war or vendetta
Brothers
Sister
By blood or tree
...
Revenge cares not for thee

Separation
Often cares for the object
Of pain and nostalgia

Behind that splendid plain
Ice, piled high
A midnight sun, resting on top
Like a silhouetted candle
It may be cold
But it has never been so inviting.

Looming over objects
Coming into view
It was once buried deep
And dies once referred to
But today, it was found
Unearthed near a shallow basin
What is it?
A secret.

Falling down
With no floor
To carry me
When will I come down?
And

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Awaiting an answer
Keen anticipation
Founded in curiosity
Yet when the answer is known
It is not the truth
But someone else's truth
...
What has happened?

Colonial customs
Have not evolved
For we put stock on community
Without bearing witness
To communion

Driving south
A carefree pilgrimage
Thousands do it
Such freedom
Such pleasure
No goal in sight
But to leave behind
A world turned to stone

Everywhere I go
There's always something to remind me
Of another time
One where happiness bloomed in a cycle
Now it goes where the willows lay
One day, fine
Another day, struck down

Pressure is direct
Both by influence and force
So, these adolescent tendencies
Become susceptible to industry

Lakeside view
Frozen over by a layer of ice
A blanket of fog
Dancing with the air
It is cold, yet...
Is that a bad thing?

A wonderful wonderland
Colossal depth
A center of wonders
When we learn how they work
The magic is drained.

Killing each other
Requires the prerequisite
Of killing our selves

Paradise
Like succumbing to a spell
Touring heaven