To muse on about the things
I'm expected to care about
To imagine this utopian world
That in essence is not real
To shut down all inquiry
To demonetize the muckrakers
In order to prop up the narcissists
Once again
Yes it is a confidence game
To a certain point
And it has passed
Now the truth has become golden
Because you could not last
The average android stands and stares aghast
But simply cannot see that THEY intend to alter the past
However there are no external chains
As strong as the shackles we lock with our own hands our own brains
Some scoff at the notion
But karma does foment chaos
When desecrating stolen lands
Yet the process continues
Millions are slaughtered
To expand an empire
That shall burn just as Rome did
And all the jingoism
Will not wipe the blood from your hands
From my hands
From every red cent that is confiscated
The false dichotomy we are sold
Is the choice of one extreme or the other
The fallacy is passed on and on and on
To father to mother
When will we break the cycle?
All movements are co-opted
In reality our choices as individuals
Outweigh the false yet popular
notion of a collective
A false directive
However as individuals we have
not chosen honor
We have not chosen destiny
We have chosen to drink, to smoke, to wash the pain away.
We have chosen to become dependent on caffiene
And addicted to lethargy
Addicted to crashing
Of course only the worst drugs are tolerated
The best of them have been profiteered
The pharmaceutical cartel
Makes its profits
From century old laws
Which were initially based around racist fallacies
Look it up.
But don't take my word
For anything
That would be markedly absurd
With minimal allure
I conjure conjecture
So little left on this planet is pure.
So call this a crime
Call it a lecture
In this day and age
Even the dissent is controlled
Between the love and the rage
I like to think I might still have a soul.
A broken barrier
The quantum level
To edit the past
To preview the future
Antimatter is dangerous
And could spell the end of the world
As we know it
Or as we do not
If you cross the creator
You are destroyed by the creator
But regular matter
Coming into contact with antimatter
Releases more energy
This is not the end of me
There is no more symmetry
Every last thing is imperfect
I revel in this fact
I forget to redact the unscientific
I am much more concerned with the prolific
Insidious the society surrounding me
Stubborn my mind does not want to adapt
So I need to turn that finger around
I need the finger to point at me
For it is my own responsibility
To stop wallowing in my past failures
To stop mimmicking these pity parties
So common in our society
Though I may not possess full sobriety
Though I'm bound to be cursed by anxiety
My purpose is inside of me
I will not go out silently
I will not utter a word
I battle my own voice violently
It borders on the absurd
Into their trap I was lured
They had me where THEY wanted me
They accomplished very little
All they did was taunt me
It's OK
I've come to terms
With the fact
That people are prone to coercion
To selfishness and satanic pride
But they shall NOT deter my excursion
Or the motives and values I have inside
I simply shall grow greater and stronger
The more that you deride
Maybe this is a terrible lesson
But I've learned not to confide
The facade has come undone
Everyone has been taken for a ride
It's a matter of not dwelling
It's a matter of rebelling
NO
I AM
I AM NOT
I have seen
And I forgot
Whatever my purpose was here
It's encrypted in hieroglyphics
I again attempt to decode
All of this with a grimace
I am not listless
I have just missed this
I saw it manifest before my very eyes
And just as quickly it disappeared
Indeed this is the dawn of an age
'Cause we are so sure the end is near
You are the author
Of your own book
Your own reality
You needn't utter a single word
You needn't pick up a pen,
A keyboard, a smartphone, or a tablet.
Your story is written within.
And it transcends time and space
So for the love of GOD
Become present!
There is not a moment
To waste
This is just a taste
Of what there is to know
With true introspection
The greatest wisdom is bestowed
It is not until knowledge becomes hallowed
That there will be a brighter tomorrow
All the years I've wrestled with sorrow
Have not forged in me
A propensity to follow
I embrace that which is hollow
But in the end there is no moral
To life To existence
Because we all shall perish
By the day it becomes more pertinent
To create a world and life we cherish
There will be times you are embarrassed
It's all part of the process
Some days you may be incapacitated
And completely nauseous
Only focused on
What the fault is
Or perception of what gestalt is
But I'm here to tell you
That the feral child within
Is much more essential
Than original sin
So where is this leading?
I'm not competing
Autonomy receding
As a culture
Because consolidation
Is a sordid vulture
That feeds on human despair
As if the archons were there
But you must understand
That these beings, these entities
Have been kidnapped from their own world
Yes they are barbarous
Yes they lack empathy
But they are not from here
Why should they sympathize with humans
When they have been jettisoned from their own plane of existence?