There was once a time when my wife
would have made a fuss over my nails,
nagged me to scrape the dirt underneath
until I was presentable to guests.

But that was a long time ago,
back when my wife was still in my life,
and not a memory distorting mindwaves.

Now the only guests I am able to endure
are the vultures impersonating Death’s halo;
enhanced in a game of waiting the other out,
determined to last until the other cracks.

The dirt under my fingernails worry me;
ponderings of how long they will remain,
and if I will ever clean them at all,
actions depending solely on
the annoyances of a lost void.

Where are you?

growing closer to where asking questions is cancer waiting for an answer.  essays, and mindwaves, and backspins, and moon rays.  Eyes above my mind, but it’s the truth now that makes me blind.  and all the pathways i can’t find because somehow they have left me far behind.

the density that carries my mind, like lead floating on air: casually undefined.  but there exists a lie i’ve told a truth behind - told in fast forward but experienced in rewind.  the fluids become ink and words against your spine, while worlds reroute and minds align.  it becomes a certain sign that the best hand is held by time - who rewrites headlines that forget to remind the stock dialogue for the witness of the crime.  back again, past enemy lines, at least we have explosives we can hide behind.

so remember those who will perish
  
in the war and all the truths that
    
they died for

but it was the only way
  
really,
to even the score.

How do you stop a nation thinking?
Build a machine and keep it blinking
TV and screens that flood with shallow noise,
notifications steal our focused voice.
Drowning in quantum's, scattered in feeds,
Twitters, Facebooks, X's and unholy tweets, starving minds of everything deeper than needs.

Distraction refractions grab minds in a trance,
dopamine hits, looking for likes in numb glance.
Flip and scroll we hunger for art
Education drills facts but crush every spark,
Zombie minds are immandated
turning bright minds into dim dark thoughts unrelated

Buy this, click here, consume, be happy fast
the instant fix, lost in dull, a hollow won't last
Media spins its tangled false lies,
truth drowned out while burning our eyes.

Stress grinds souls to nothing in nine-to-five,
crushing our dreams just to survive.
Tech becomes a crutch and a chain,
thinking outsourced, it seems—remorse lost in the brain.

Newsrooms and disasters build walls, divide and claim, echo chambers stoke the dull flame.
But beneath this storm, this endless grind,
the other ninety-five waits left behind.

Unlock the pineal’s ancient gate,
the third eye’s glow to navigate,
hidden realms beyond the sight,
powers born of inner light.

Imagine mindwaves yet all unseen,
visions sharp and senses keen.
What if we spoke with thought, not tongue
just a pulse of the mind, pure and young?

Remember the moment
you thought of a friend, and suddenly, they called, like some psychic send.
That wasn’t chance, that wasn’t luck, it’s the link they’ve buried in media muck.

They’re dumbing down the gene pool's stream,
killing the edge, dulling the dream.
Don’t you see? It’s fear that drives
their effort to dull the ones who thrive.

What if hands could heal the sick,
and thoughts could move the stone, the stick?
If minds could bend what steel defies,
and bodies bloomed beneath clear skies?

How hard to believe, when you really know
your body runs on electric flow?
An organic machine of current and code,
neurons pulsing down every road.

The brain’s a circuit, alive, awake,
not just meat behind a skull to break.
So why dismiss electromagnetism’s truth
when it fuels your thoughts since primal youth?

Look at what the brain has made
cities, ships, vaccines, space-grade.
Yet we believe we’re capped, defined,
as if the divine was left behind.

But here’s the turn — the truth, the key:
We must unlock this mind to see
not just escape, but forge, create
our chance to shape a bolder fate.

When we block out the noise, ignite the flame,
awaken our souls to break the frame,
the brain’s not a cage but cosmic key,
to realms of infinite possibility.

The fire waits inside the mind,
not dormant, lazy, or confined.
It’s time to break the old design
unlock, unleash, and truly shine.