Feasibility
Brings out passivity
Passed the threshold of care
Hold on to this thought
For it's all that we got.

We've all got a job
Yet we always feel robbed
Satisfaction never stays until the end of days
One man can have the will of thousands
Only two hands to push the weight of the world
Needs no compass, creating an atlas
Life in their own hands, what divides them from a fascist?
Proverbial attacks for being an architect
How can one ant carry an apple?
How can one man conquer their criteria?
All dreams end, yet the meaning persists
Waking up, getting out
But for who? You? Them? Me?
The truth is often what we never want it to be
How can one cure division when the conversation is slipping?
Running out of solutions
So they answer with silence
...

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

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?

Why give life?
Humans breed all destruction
Drift through space
Make even more
Increase
Population bursting out
Some are nice
Most are aggravating
Why give life?
Want a child?
There's plenty of them
Wishing for a home
Three meals given through love
Not systematic necessity
Why stop with people?
There's so much that already exists
Let's all stop
Why give life?

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

Empathy
In an apathetic world
Covered up with a shirt
Stitched together with pandemonium

Death of life
Death of nature
Death of standards
Deaf to the world's cry
If no one cares
Why should I?

Share the pain today
After the anguish dies out
All becomes valued

I feel like a fool
Magicians make me drool
The priestess, so pristine
Caught in the embrace of an empress
What of an emperor without an empire?
Empirical affairs, embracing tradition
Hierophant to the lovers
Carried by a chariot
Silent strength of a hermit
Bending minds to spin the wheel of fortune
Bring forth justice to the hanged man
End of an old age, born anew
Death is a chance meeting with temperance
Strung by the devil in his tower
High atop, hoping to reach the stars
As the moon elicits peace, the sun burns him out
Judged for the world to see
Now, my life is exhausted

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

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.

We comprehend you're here to assist
But the risk
Foreign boy on familiar land
Such a combo doesn't bode well
Your presence does not outweigh the value of our lives
Apologizes
Hear us well:
Leave before the hounds sniff you out
Unless you'd prefer
A body left in a blood drought.

As the seasons' change
So too do circumstances
Joyous, full of vigor
Bursting with vim
Next:
Asking for no more days
Especially today
Next:
What once died is given new life
Where does time go when our soul remains sole?
Next:
Fatigue, across the tri-state
World in a dry state, routine or temporary?
As the seasons' change
So too do circumstances
One day we dance
The next we change our stance
For life is more than a first glance

A storm
That is what sorrow is
Momentary sadness
That too will pass
A pestilence
That is what depression is
A permanent purgatory
That will stay
But this too shall pass
Both depend
On acknowledging it exists

Housing the deranged
Protecting the estranged
Isn't it quite strange
That we treat the broken
But never prevent the downfall?
Sanity runs away
For the ones who live in dismay

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

Familiar feelings
Disappointment
It used to be reserved
For the faults of others
Now, it is my own
Worthless slumber
Feeling enmeshed
Never refreshed
Maybe one day will be a dream
As I wake from this nightmare
I lay my heart bear
Where have you gone?
Scaring me, everything is choking me
Rare for me to stare
Until life gets unfair
No words, no more anywhere
All the time, all my care
Put into thinking of 100 ways
To say I love you
Because you are you
For today, despair can go elsewhere

Show off your skills
Discover a true talent
So that when you do
Slick salesmen can make it monetary
Is this purgatory?
Talent with no passion leads to a miscarry
Scary, living life one day at a time
Because when the years go by
Your passion will fly
Not soaring high, just coasting by.

In my dreams
I remembered a bouncy castle
A place of infinite fun
Even the most solemn faces
Lit up with smiles, euphoria
Not a single care, free of dysphoria
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I drove to that place again
I opened the doors to my past
Ready to relive the bygone days
Now, I am here
Something feels wrong
Like I stumbled into a place
Never meant for me
The retreaded ground had never felt so foreign
Same colors, bright, energetic
Looking at my reflection, synthetic, how poetic
No longer magnetic, I feel pathetic
Lesson learned: Opposites attract no more
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Was it always like this?
Have I always been like this?
The same space, untouched by time
But, I wasn't.
Rushing past the years
Memories dimmer and blur
I can't let go.
Let me go back to the time I prefer
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Rushing back to the party room
All to be seen, remnants of the celebration
I realized today:
I will be forever dismayed.

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

Two sides
Seeking a way
To save themselves
In a world
With borrowed time

My eyes, they grow
Weak and weary
Waking up and feeling teary
Look around, I see tyranny
So look to me, I have a theory:
In this corner of space
With no distance nor pace
I have no place where I will amount
A discount version of every human to come out
2 for 1, another sequel
Who will live to see my dismount?
I have no mission aided by superstition.

A tree sheds skin
Loses branches
Peels with the sun
Falling with the leaves
Yet it is still the same
Flaws and benefits
Until it is chopped down
Then everyone complains
About a tree they never cared for
Until it was gone

When everything is a war
Does it lose the meaning of actions?
Satisfaction at the cost of reaction
Bleak and tragic
Our history comes with no magic
For we will always make factions
The cost of our freedom
Is that we **** and delete them
The other, the bother, the estranged brother
You're not fighting to be free
You'd be free if you were able to disagree

Rage, anger
Compulsion to yell
To scream at the sun
Drowning serene ambiance
With vibrating violence
Held under lock and key, so long
So many thoughts cloud my perception
Deep breaths cannot cure the sickness
So today, I yell
Tomorrow, it continues
For the future, more
For the past was a bore
But now that I am
I wish that I was not

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

If I let these words
Solely define me
All I will ever be is a thesaurus
On the stage of history
No victory, only purgatory
I see the truth but my eyes are blind
If I look for a grander truth inside
All I find is a bitter taste, sorrow on all sides

Mind made out of the horizon
Both sides harmonize
Always agree to decide
Act like a bipartisan
Yet the fact engraved into my cries:
I'm a falsified artisan
Torn up on both sides!

In the beginning
Darkness hovered over the waters
There was light
Good and separated from the darkness
Signs, to mark days and years
It was good
Mankind, sullied it all

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

All I ever wanted was to be me
As I get older, the past gets foggy
Who I was and who I will be
Intertwine into a twisted philosophy
What am I?
When will I be me?
The world offers answers
But only in extremes
Staring deep into the dark
Sanity on a string
Always asking what I will bring
The bell always rings
Never brings peace
I would say I have a future
But who will I be?

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.

Treated like a goddess
Slaughtered like cattle
Was she ever enough?
No one will know
Until it's too late
But of course
She had to jump out
Protecting someone else
Till her oxygen ceased
Yet why...
Did the goddess choose me?

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Skyline's colors
Constantly changing
Blue and grey
Orange and red
Yet it is still the same
But I wonder if when
Things fall down
The sky is weeping
Or just maybe
It is sharing something
To help somebody

The most dangerous person
Doesn't wield a gun
Brandish a sword
Or **** back his fists
But someone who displays
Excitement, mixed with nostalgia
On one hand, a turnaround
On another hand, a catastrophe

Losing interest in accommodation
Of cash and rapport
A fortified compound
No rehabilitation for the whole nation
Surrounded by wilderness
In the thick of bliss
Bars covering up the truth
What's the prognosis?
Secrecy arrives once love dies
Time flows clockwise
Questioning the enterprise
Becoming neutralized
Turning away from the truth I recognize
Personalized, traumatized
Mesmerized by thoughts I overemphasize  
Symphonies of praise
Bring to me no gaze

Today
Turned to yesterday
We wanted change
Yet all stayed the same
Our brain walked us away
From the same idea
Pestering our ways
How can a monolith be swayed
When tragedies are measured by graves
Look back at yesterday
How many ways did you
Make today look grey?

Such a parasite
Sight for tired eyes
Created by our race
Enslaved each of us
Such irony
Common as debauchery
Solemnly swear
To eliminate such philosophical ******
Greenback
Portrait on the front
Exchange it daily
Hardships removed...
...replaced with more strife.

Nails
Hammered into crevices
Corroding the mind
That is already scarred
Scared not of consequence
But of scolding
For releasing the pain
Brings pain to more
Yet, if it cannot be removed
What else is nevermore?

Clarity
I'd like my daily dose
Yet when my lens is clear
Something comes along
Dirt
Scratches
Mucked up perspective
How long can I keep it clean?

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

Supernova came
Never limited darkness
To blazing spotlight

Strong eat the weak
But for parasites
The weak become a part of the strong

Hard times
Put your life in perspective
Check out the specs
Never earned your respect
What else did I expect?

The destruction that you can't predict
Times that make us sick
No time
For cleaning up the "ick"
One quick clean
Every day of the week
Protect the meek
Sickness attacks them
Happens forevermore

Maybe there's something
In disguise
Blessings don't come cheap
Devilry is inexpensive
Easier to stab another
Then to comfort a brother

Good things
Seem bad at first
What if all good things
Come with their own curse?

Bleeding ears
Tinittus
Not from me, must be you
Noise pollution
Covering eyes and ears
Like you could look
The mirror reveals all
Who caused this pollution?
Species, for all to see
Never slurred or stuttered
Cold hard truth
Warmed by hands
With blood all over

Peel back the flesh
Smash through the bones
Of enemies misunderstood
Merely
Piece of firewood
Tossed to the pile
Sicker than bile
Such a juvenile...
How did this come together?
No questions asked
Do what
I thought was good
Now it's not
Reduced to an ocelot
Cater
Toward the mass extinction
So many more
Go off to die
Mementos
Turn to memories
Remove this career
From around my neck
Diplomats reveal flaws...
...yet I extinguish them
But are these flaws
To the universe?

To the mall
Unending road of halls
I look around, all the same
Muted in play, perfect in pay
A singularity, polarity
In solidarity, I see beneath the regularity
Place of no grace with an average pace
Staring out into subspace
I say to this face:
I am tired of this workplace.

The end of the world:
By alien invasion
By viral outbreaks
By global war

We entertain the hypotheticals
While the real cause
Remains unchanged