Always hungry
Never satisfied
That's what you get
When you build a world out of pride

Two answers
Extinction or reason
Harsh distinction
Humanity's treason
Are our lives unique
Among hundreds and billions?
Why do we control nature
By separating ourselves?
Endless, friendless
Evolving to get less
Age is no refinement
Inside is misalignment
Questions not solved by assignments
We live through confinement
Enhancers of cancer
Dancers and prancers
Funds without a financer

Strength of a lion
Soul of a saint
Wish I had both
But all I do is faint
Can't handle existence
Even though I exist, I feel transparent
Look through me, see the fear within me?
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Ot­hers see men as men
All I see men as are wolves
Men and women alike
To be human is to be in a bubble
Blind to trouble, avoider of struggle
Chasing after pleasure by running over heads
The scales have broken, balance bespoken
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But, am I any better?
Never initiate the imitator
All you get is replication
Let these words fester in a letter
For to remain deranged is to be estranged

I could change it
But I am one man
A group could change it
But they would be silenced
A generation could change it
But they are part of the system
Humanity could change it
But they are unaware of the problems
Someone could change it
But do they exist?

Gather around
Here's the demographic:
4 men
Gathered around a table
Ready to seek fortune
Through a simple game
A gambler's trial
From left to right
A debt collector who can't pay off his own
A man profiting to earn medicine for his son
A rich kid, wanting to prove himself
Lastly
The one no one knows
Former Olympic gold-medalist
At fencing
Down on his luck
With what little he has
Perhaps fate will be kind
No chance of a reply
Small talk isn't the goal
Must integrate
Some form of strategy
Yet the hardest ones
Are the ones who are clueless
Of course, they could assist one another
But pride is at stake
No chance of mistake.

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

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Pots and pans
Collide onto the ground
Snaping awake
Risen from the grave
Sauntering around
Searching for a light
Lantern? No
Flashlight? No
Phone screen will work
Tapping
Breaking
Yelling
In the kitchen
What's cooking up in there?
Oh, I see
Burglary is on the menu
Lanky kid
Crowbar in hand
Clean, never used
Items remain abused
Look out kid
Got more than the phone
Stashed in my pocket

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?

As I get older
World gets colder
All I can muster, crocodile tears
Numb to the cries
How can I harmonize when tragedy is normalized?

Today is tomorrow's past

Pillars of strength
Founded on ideals
That reside on fiction
A desire to change that reeks of addiction
Why change everything
When we can accept ourselves every day?
Ideal? No.
Future? Never.
Past? No more.
Present mindsets immersed in reality
Aware of the positive and negative
While residing in the penumbra
For nor against
But acknowledging the truth
Then living as if it matters

How can I save myself
When the world lacks a solution?
Buried my mind
To not stick out, protrusion
Heads craned down
Eyes pasted to the floor
The walls
Anything with no mind
After living with mine
Others must be unkind, right?
Objectivized
With no script to supervise
Today and tomorrow remain unrealized
One day I will not see the sky
How long can a man wear a disguise
Under the guise of nothing wrong
But today, I admit these thoughts will not be gone
I've gone desensitized, self-victimized
My torment is standardized
Desire to be revised yet all I get is chastised
For all the plans I devised
Imply a lack of being alive
What's the rise? Isn't life defined by compromise?
So shut up, sit down, let me emphasize
I've wanted to die for so long
Life is no longer what I once realized

Discussing philosophies
Brings out antiquities
So, when discussing those who believe
That their belief means nothing
Do not discuss their way
But how they came to it

In the present time
Motivation
Reaches a crippling low
Nothing but a zero
Null is my determination
Across the whole nation
Pure effort is squandered
****** on shoes
Half laced-up
Hop onto the transit
Open the doors
Sike
Automatic
Work station arrival
Going to work
But I don't want to do any.

The rising sun
Brings no joy to my face
Life moves on
But I never started the race
Destined to fall
Fated to fail
I've seen enough now
What makes you think I'll be gold?
Born bold
But no megaphone gets free from the cold
Everything recycled
From an age of old
Not even angry
Just proves my rapport
New is just old
Stripped away for the poor
Of heart, of love, of life
Let me lay, I need sleep
Let me hope that one day
My fatigue will relieve
So that the next day
Maybe, I can stand, awake

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

At the root of every conflict:
Two scared people
Who both beg
For a solution to come

When the truth comes out
It'll be an array of colors
One for each of us
.
.
.
That isn't truth
Selective acceptance
Better phrasing

I look into my own eyes
Question: Who am I?
Am I the sum of my space?
The finances I make?
Am I only a man in relation to others?
Can I stand on my own with no other?
How do I live with a life I smother?
So many choices, so many headaches
All these decisions for no one else to take
Good, bad, all just words
But, so is everything
So, then, what separates me, what do I bring?
Cannot be alive, gotta produce something
Because the proof is in the goods
Truly, it stings

Orion
Ursa
Lyra
All I have to view
Resides in each one of you
You all form a bond
With each and every star
Oh, constellations up above
Why can't we share your love?

The child--
Believes in extremes
The adolescent--
Changes on a whim
The adult--
Understands the truth
The senior--
Has neither time nor energy to change it

If only they communed
With one another

Ruination comes not from exterior forces
But interior quarrels

Controlling the order
No exceptions, all borders
World defined, here and now
The one to come
The one that was
Divide between guidance
Arrives at violence

Down the streets
Rain pours in sheets
Lights die with a screech
Now, here comes the street freaks
Observation, estimation
Surface level approximation
I stand on the side
Yet I walk the same street

Politicians
Deal with politics
Once dealt a hand with linguistics
Watch them close
To prevent future obstruction

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

Priorities lie
On the great divide
Finances are never finished
Business first
Country second
In which world is this normalized?
Takes tragedy for any to care
Genocide, homicide, hate crimes
Most of the public can't even spell regicide
People kneel to a king
Kiss their rings
Like they are better than themselves

I remember your eyes
Stared into yours
Glanced over mine

Creatures of imitation
I call you now
We may be human
But we reject and disallow
Look at the trees, see the air in the leaves
Push and pull as one fulfills needs
So complex
Yet we forget the simple rules
Harmony
Ruined by the lead
Superiority
Born by the urge to creep
Power, not real
All it does
Brings us the zeal for the end

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

Stuck at home
Or is it one?
What constitutes a home?
A place you miss
Once you leave its view?
How about a goal
Longingly pursued?
Safehaven praised
After hectic days?
If Earth is our home
Why aren't we satisfied?
Moving around
From birth till we die
Existential coast of moving
Forward without looking back
Downright attack
A place to develop?
Where you go when your eyes swell up?
Hard to find
When the mind is enveloped
True home is in the heart
How can you say that for certain?
Do you know your heart?
Does anyone know anything?
Sitting around waiting for offspring
Good thing all these thoughts
Conclude in the spring.

Utopia
A fool's future
The day we ask for one
Becomes the day of our downfall

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

Drinking beers
To avoid tears
For the fear of disgrace
Weighs heavy on the face
Embarrassment, for feelings and drinking
In this world
No one can feel
For judgment it brings

First responder
Fast cars
Flipped and dismantled
Colliding into each other
Spontaneous
No plan for such an occurrence
Future's snuffed
Thanks to one
Desire
Adrenaline induced
Just need time
To tell the families
Still difficult
Despite numbness

The more we are
The more we unfurl the world
Humanity has lost its humane identity
Bringing up more problems
Fewer solutions
A race against time for survivability
What's the probability of our revival?
Order to the chaos
Yin to the yang
Black to the white
To win a war, you have to lose some fights.

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

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.

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

So close, so near
Yet, you do not feel here
How can such little space
Feel like lightyears?
Amongst a crowd
They could all look at me
And still I would say:
Why do I feel empty?

After the downpour
Comes the sunshine
Hanging by the sunrise
To look at the sky
The rain shines bright
As it reflects the progression
Melancholy, now jolly
Found the code to life
Time to rewrite the program
Control what I can
Adapt when I can't
All this and more
Builds to a life, worthy of more

Debris on the shore
They said everyone was poor
In faith
Fortune
Now fate crumbled our luck
Bunch of shmucks
Running amuck
"When will help come?"
"Who will save us?"
The ones in their tower
Debating on how to solve a problem
That kills people by the hour
Come sit and cower
What the fathers wanted...
Balance of power
Hurting us more than needed.

Dear my departed
No memories remain, yet...
I never feel sole.

I acquired my sensitivity
From clarity
But no one cares about charity
Cause that doesn't get a degree
Now we're stuck with a spree
That forgets about antiquities

Shimmering stars
In a twirling vortex
I see true beauty
Not the human beauty
Of adjustments, lifts, and edits
But natural, plentiful
I have seen true beauty
It was here all along.

Woke up again, 3 AM
Subconsciously trying to tell me
That things are amiss
Is there a point that I have missed?
Answers on a horizon I cannot fathom
Eclipsing my vision, iris circumcision
Decisions to make, faces to fake
As my feet quake, hope gets raked
Such an ache
Wanted a rhapsody
Received a lament, such a descent
On top of the world like a king and queen
Entertaining hypotheticals
Hope is not in the reticule
I'd call myself prophetical if more were esthetical
Wanting more from myself
While my health gets put on the shelf
Flying high in the sky
Until I wake up
Then my feet and future become clandestine

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

No time for sympathy
Chasing ecstasy
Yet the trails we blaze
Leave generations in a haze
Maze with no sign, rewind
Turn back the clock before the hammer gets cocked
Blocked without a shot, here come the cops
Bang, click, vroom
Here comes the bloom
Trying to groom doom with a broom
All I consume brings the greatest of gloom
Consumed but no tomb, no womb
Womb-to-tomb, continuing slow
No energy left to further our growth
Foster the pace, laced with disgrace

Black man
White man
Asian man
Hispanic man
Love to point out the race
While discarding the man

Lionize, demonize
Always on two different sides
Never truly realize
The damage it does
To the inside
Bundle of philistines
I have foreseen the end of me
Not of body, but memories
Much too late to intervene
Ivy cannot grow without a source
But when eyes have turned away
It is too late, only soul remains
Tired of autonomy, praying for a lobotomy

We know why it rains
The clouds colliding
Suffocating the sun
Bringing forth life
Pouring over our heads
While we focus on strife
Our life is rife
Knife in hand to cut away the darkness
We know why it rains
But it never did anything
To stop it from falling