Overreaction causes mad static
perceptions not grounded in reality
not driven nor ready for flight
when hungry appetites
decide to do wrong
to live this life long marathon
only to be stuck with no niche
confusion gives the boot
to our reckless habits
living life drastic
I see the havoc
of those living under pain
and underpaid for being honest
for those giving real emotion
should be the ones stacking chips
our world is in a bind in a twist
go figure this backwards shit.
Picket Fence Terrorists
I’m dead
because I died
a beautiful death
no afterlife for the weary
only candlelight for us
who rest in peace
returned to caves
to understand shadows cast
on walls they call media
so we can be part of your world
where celebrities are god
and scientists fraud
the one containing
material blessings
so important for identity
for they make man proud
then foolish when he leaves
beyond the den’s shadows
where light is abundant
now you see truth
go share it then burn
your body now ash
but your soul intact.
A Toast
For souls darker than most
to whom which floats
in darkness we’re cloaked
dusted down to the roach.
Thank you.
Without them there’s no me
and without me no you
too close to the sun they say
to fool those stuck in magic
use it wisely and don’t know it all
because no one should
until we become stardust
so what is known and true
in our journey’s approach
is long overdue
perceived in many hues
we’ve paid our dues
in many lives
me and them
you and I
this is forever
my eternal flame
I thought you knew
so sing a song
somewhere between
thugs and grunge
hear the soundscape
and follow me now
here’s a key
wait for me
in love you must drown
hence the sound
only imagined in clouds.