Birth of revolutions
Develops internally
Used to start with steel
Now, it starts with discourse

"Your life is special"
"You were born for greatness"
As the last of my energy fades
"Today is a blessing, tomorrow is a gift"
But the chains of yesterday scare me stiff
This life is no reward, I need a rewind
Going back to the peaceful moments
I never thought I would survive
Never been more free
Never felt this much misery
So please tell me, tell me please
What kind of place do you want to be?
As our friends fade, our happiness decays
Too busy to live when we enjoy the mundane
Every day, all the same
No wonder people go insane
How can a life be lived when it is all the same?

Giving life to the chronic
Comes across as ironic
Living not for themselves
But for the stubborn lifestyle
Of the life bringer
Never thinking to ask
If a life lived with a handicap
Truly yields pleasure or satisfaction
Depending on the person
A right to live
A right to die
When one is trespassed
How can the other survive?

Luchadore
Actor
Entertainer
All live out life in masks
To give blind entertainment
But when the veil becomes you
Surrender to the mass
For when it starts to slip
Ego trip ends, judgment begins

The community leaders
Heads of the clans
Shine toward peace
Yet, they cast a shadow
Anointed with power

Every day is a task
Every action is a challenge
How can I be a champ
When every day I malfunction?
Dropping the trophy on the ground
Not vindictive
But indicative of the dividends
Which I lack
A screaming delinquent
With no more words
To satisfy you
I'd say I ruin the atmosphere
But down here, it died in the first-year

Passing along knowledge
No questions asked
Myth or fact?
It is a legend, why not let it pass?
Well, legends can turn from famous
To infamous
Comedy to tragedy
Sunny to cloudy
Spreading envisions of life
With no clue of what life is
No one truly knows what they have
Until it disappears
Yet no one can speak in death
So to be wise
Must we figuratively die?
Hitting the bottom of the well
With no direction but forward
If only life was a hypothetical
Then it would be simpler
None of it is similar
After all
Being immersed in fiction
Leads to thinking in fantasy

Let me hold my fate
With my own flesh
But to you
Not good enough
So you took my hands away
Time for my fate
To simply decay
At least until...
...I give it a renaissance.

At the end of time
We shall continue to bicker
Remaining fickle
The sun rises then sets
Everything, a beginning, and an end
Our final act is coming soon
But instead of a theater
It is near you

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.

Letters, punctuation, capitalization
It all means something to someone
But to me
It's just the norm
What it is to be expected
Expect no change, galore
No matter how much you say it matters
Matter can only matter
If the matter matters
Back to the daily norm
Now we'll forget this ever happened
And pretend we are built for something more

Losing, lethargy
Got a problem, inertia
State of mind, stasis

In my best health
Inside the worst world
Ignored by my mistakes
Isolated in a world of fakes
Ignorant to my best
Standing abjected, standing out
In my best defeat

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

Formulaic
Fit the mold with some cutout jokes
Replaceable
Disgraceful process
As a person
I must confess
Let me explain:
Such comedy found in humorous things
Yet all concepts can be considered
Funny to one
Something else to others
Perhaps hateful
Distasteful
Force a laugh?
Means it was never funny
To none
But executive mindsets
For success in such uncertainty
Variety is the prerogative.

Aged, unstable
Closed fists, old distant answers
Open hands replaced

Killing each other
Requires the prerequisite
Of killing our selves

Aesthetics
Embodied into a visage
Becoming beauty
Now, becoming obsessive
Why make a life revolving around a trend?
Separate the man from the clan
Lest the appearance turns deadpan

Author of life, you
An idolized icon, me
A dead ghostwriter

When did novelties
Become mandatory?
When did the cost
Go too high?
When did equality
Earn an asterisk?
A column of apathy
Culminating, self-sustaining
To those who own empathy
Wait for the day it turns you
To psychopathy

Ivy, poison barbs
Ringing a bell, a deaf tone
Shopping for applause

Something more than skin-deep
All our actions are measured by transactions
Destitute freedom peeling under
The ruthless might of our system
One day, one life, one to see proof
Glistening eyes turn from bright to fright
Shining stars now hidden by tears
Celebrations with no fanfare
I can no longer lie, my dear
This life we wanted will not reappear
Profiteers and racketeers
Stole away our loving frontier
As I remain steadfast and sincere
The world reminds me
To struggle and remain sinister
Like a falling angel

No matter the delusion
There will be those who

Die for it
Sacrifice for it
Hope for it

We all have delusions
Some are aware of them
Others never correct them
Above all else:
The ancient art of trickery
Ceases to end, bitter, like chicory

Behind your tooth
Home to the truth
Spit out poison--
No matter if what you say is true

Significance
What is left in the ruins of humanity?
Peacefully asleep, no longer awake
Memories of dust, happy in silence
Wishes are born from a good heart
But in a land of barren souls
How can one save all?
Such a shade of depression
A replica of once was
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On days like this
I see familiar faces turn into strangers
I'm going nowhere but I feel like a traveler
Not in my own home, nor my nation
When it all ends
I hope it's a beautiful song
I'd want a lullaby over a metal song
For at the end of our days
Angst and terror will no longer reign
No king to usurp the throne
Cause when we are all gone
None can oppose
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My voice cannot return
My prayers have faltered
If I wanted an answer
I'd be better making one myself
Longing for treasured times
In a chest with no key
Waiting for the day
When all is forgotten
Living off of vague hope
That billions will drop the hubris
Band together and deny ignorance
But when I yell
I hear no echo
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This weight of the world
Cannot be sheltered alone
My skin and bones
Wish for the end of the unknown
I hear the music box
But the tune is continuous
The theme of all of us, going down swinging
What do I swing at? Where is the bat?
Down at the 9th with the dignity of a doormat
So uptight, lost my appetite
Nothing's black and white yet so many deceive
What is the birthright of humans that say "goodnight"?

Philosophy is antiquity
But much like the past
We must remember it well.

All my friends
They are so close
But feel so far
Distant hollow stares
Are they alive or hanging on?
To the end of a rope or through the knot?
I could never be them
They could never be me
Yet, I stare into their eyes
Wondering, pondering
Do they know what they are anymore?

Do good and good things will come
Who made such fabrications?
Nations are not built on causation
Those at the top see no effect
Treating currency as friends because of no affection
Frustration builds and liberation kills
All we know how to do is 180 rotations
As our hope gives way to aggravation
Our names will never be remembered
As we break like dolls from an altercation
Isolation grows, burning like insolation
On a road of trampled corpses
Will we finally learn the simplest lessons?

Accepting a truth
Apathy and awareness
Are all that remain

My hopes and dreams
Greater than they seem
The visions I gleamed
Of a world better than me
Perfected, splendid
The world looked so beautiful
Until my eyes glanced around
To see the faces of discontent
Shattered, fractured in the wind
Trampled under our own feet
Running toward an empty seat
Illusions control all our lives
No one knows true strife
For when I glanced upon the world
Mundanity rang out to me
Striking like a lightning bolt
Deafening my heart
For the future I used to see
Was built out of dreams

Grounding and bounding
Fear of being one thing brings
Inadequacy

In the back of my mind
I remember a dream
My eyes had shot open
Assaulted by sounds
The ocean? I hear the waves.
I hear giggling
Not menacing, comforting
Is that a woman?
Does she recognize me?
I want to look closer
But, I see no face
What is this place?
No clues, no trace
Who is the figure?
Why does she linger?
I try to reach out with my fingers
Oh, she's gone, figures
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It's raining now
How long is this dream?
Is the message not received?
I can't see what I'm wearing
...
Who is that?
Standing at the threshold of water and sand
The woman from before, was this all planned?
She's soaked, wearing the same clothes as before
An umbrella? Was this always here?
I walk closer, yet I feel distant
The blank face turns to me
Wait, eyes, a mouth
A face has been revealed
Is she crying or has the rain marked its meal?
Her lips, they're moving...no sound?
"I'm sorry."
Huh?
She's walking into the ocean, drowning with no commotion
Locomotion, I need to run
Why is she crying?
What have I done?
How come I can't speak?
When will this dream find a theme?!
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Gasping, choking
Awake in a box of night
What was that dream?
I feel my face
Water...
Tears?
Are these out of fear or was it that severe?
...
I want to see her again
Maybe next time
I can shelter her from the downpour
...
If only I could've done it before.

Dancing in the street
The unkempt, unruly man
His personal parade, of song and dance
Does his music
Sound like ours?

Cloudy penumbra
Don't Illuminate my heart
A husk in remains

Over each bunk
The sun flooded in
Onto the floor, quickly
The playing cards, folded
The walls, weathered
Inside and out, painted
A palette of an evening day
In collaboration with a falling sun
How fitting, for the last day

Sometimes                                                                     Authority
                   Life                                                        Back
                          Goes                                      Take
                                   Down               Finally
                                                Till we

Will we make it?
Do we want to?
Hah!
If only life were so simple
Every action reverberates into ripples
Which I cannot control
Tension and arguments
Shifting eyes, intense moments
We seek stability
It's in our humanity
But as the sand starts to fall
All I want to see is you

To **** the past
Is to never learn from it
How can we **** the past
When our future is already dying?

Paths aplenty
That barely intertwines
Tell me
Why do we restrict ourselves?
Tell me
Why must we be one thing?
Why must our paths never cross?
Life, love, work, play
Separate lanes on the same road
But when I look around
Everyone seems fine
But how do they feel deep inside?
Happy memories soaked with familiarity
Modern diversion and division
Forged by hate and cruel indifference
It hurts to walk away
But I will never feel left behind

Beautiful carnage is anomalous
Yet, we all live in it
Day by day

The den of secrecy
Locked with no key
For even the warden
Misplaced it long ago
Always wondering, where it has gone
Only to move forward
As they forget to look backwards
Memories are a splatter
Mosaic with no pattern
Thrown and tattered
Picking up the pieces long forgotten
Where does this piece fit?
When did this arrive?
Why is this here?
Whose mind is this?
Why can't the lock be broken?
A spiral, a cycle
But, the chains have yielded
Is now the right time...?

Irritation and demand
Two core characteristics
Of a citizen
Turned criminal
Yet, we all are like this
The only separation
Comes in the methodology, the execution
The very same concept
Directed by a violent excursion
Cause when backed against a wall
The only way forward is force

No longer fooled
By marketing
By glamour
By hope
All of these and so much more
Tossed to the dogs
Now, I live in reality
...
...
...
How do I go back?

Fake places
Fake races
Fake people
Line up by the steeple
With a fake mindset
Amidst a fake crowd
The only way to get real
Comes at the cost of prestige
How can I live when we go against our identity?
Separated by falsehoods
Nature and humanity
One and the same
Then the laws of reality
Arrive alongside shouts of
"Oh! The humanity!"
Fake it till you make it
Only goes so far
Until we become a flimsy imitation
Of the ones who are authentic

Cracked foundations, damage
Celebrate, imperfection
Beautiful ruin
Guidance for the guilty
Illness instantly improved
Never sick, always maintained
Secure but unsure
What if, I offered a cure?

Scorching the planet
For regeneration
Our own dictation, our own fixation
People cling on to their foundations
Rationing common sense
Questioning if they were truly free
Liberation through damnation
Whispering affirmations
Foreshadowing our confirmation
An observation of our disintegration
Will we break the cycle or be a recreation
Of our own artificial salvation?

Conceptual conspiracies
Originate with hate and distrust
For when something is important
No coincidence, a planned event
No accidents, a coordinated fight
Once something lives in mystery
It will forever be tied to history
As a legacy

Brave aviators
Prepared to fly, leaping off
A shattered foundation

A love of hate
A hatred of love
Across time and land
As we stick to our rock
We will never transcend
Our biological bend

Untouched
Pure of human touch
Now time will tell
When we deem it to be "too much"
Burn it down...
While giving a momentary farewell...
Oh well.
Let's go, boss wants 20 more of these
Down to the ground