life’s an illusion
--a vision
a glimpse of everything you know
as you know it
think it. feel. believe it.
reality unfolds before your eyes
here to hypnotize
your senses
dismantle your defenses
metaphorical morphine
dulling you senseless
drama-free
painless
walking like zombies
circling like vultures
artificial freedom
immunizing cultures
denying you the right to doubt your constitution
question this fusion
of money greed and power.
feelings of confusion
manifest your cozy illusion
of everything that seems to be real.
love’s an emotion
--an addiction
something you feel inside
without ration
without sense rhyme or reason
an endless cycle through the season
will make you cry and scream like thunder
wishing you were six feet under
this pain which consumes your existence
forcing on time space and distance
from the very same thing
that used to put a smile
on your face.
what a disgrace.
what a fleeting feeling.
and alas now it starts receding
into a dark lonely love-sick dungeon
with shame on the walls and no horizon
it snaps you out of your reckless abandon
time to break loose run wild and abandon
your foolish feelings and empty wishes
change your paradigm
it’s time to move on.
sex is an action
--a reaction
to a fatal attraction
which your body could no longer resist.
a touch of romance
an edgy friction
starts to wear at your inhibitions
a little merlot glass after glass
begins to take affect on your diction
a cab ride home
a kiss goodnight
a flirtatious flicker of the light
sweating bodies heavy darkness
gleaming shadows sticky closeness
panting
moaning
pressed up in arms.
running your fingers down her body
till she’s speechless
voiceless
breathless
till it’s over
and everybody goes home.
music’s artistic
--classic
sometimes even psychedelic
rhymes line up needles in the rain
tattooing your brain
making you press play
all night and day
on the walk down there
and the walk back home
and every which other place you roam
it overtakes reality
and instead replaces fantasy
with no last shot or final cut
no end in sight
but rather a movement in motion
in a never ending world of passion
music is morphing
it’s receding
changing
transforming into what you need it to be
in order to feel
part of something
part of that which it can only bring.
school’s an organization
--an institution
an asylum
in which they preach education
self reflection and satisfaction
hoping we don’t always pay attention
to how our dollars are spent.
lined up like sheep outside of classes
letters and number
dictating the masses
making you feel inferior
to a person deemed superior
hacking at your insecurities
your weaknesses
forcing on conformity
let’s rearrange our priorities to meet the mold
and be part of that which is accepted
commended by all and respected
by the very same people
who don’t have a clue
what you’re about or were sent here to do
we don’t need your education
leave us kids alone.
drugs are passive
--aggressive
an elemental psychoactive
helping you flee
from the boney grasp of your egocentric mind.
let go of the bar and let your body fall
into the abyss
facing the wall
of absolutism.
massaging the mind
helping you save
yourself from the cave
which has castrated your optical
forcing you to disband your logical
frame of thinking
in order to avoid your fears.
drugs are for use
not for abuse
be fair to yourself
be careful be smart
be daring be brave
be ready to fight
for that which will liberate you from the prison of your mind.
i’m a lunatic
--a fanatic
for writing
put away your sword and let’s use words
that can be equal in might
let’s fight
i’m ready to be degrading
hating
debilitating your world
into a shrunken vessel
sending you screaming to your lord
making you come back jaded
tears in your eyes
your smile faded
into a weeping frown
all the way down
deep in the ground
i can’t stop thinking
about how it would feel
to be like you and stop thinking
evil will never stop winking
at ignorance
cogito ergo sum.