11.24.15

An aspiring mind inquires into designs
within and without, to thwart doubt
that shackles, chains clinking like cackles,
in the shadow of his person and mind in kind.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,
I desire knowledge and conversation with my
Holy Guardian Angel.
Instead I turn to my pen, as friend and guide,
conversational supplement therein where I reside,
as a child before mentor, seeking answers,
on how to ease this torment, this cancer,
this living thing that brings no lasting satisfaction
to human beings.

No truth, no love, no purpose, no care, while
we’re made of the same magic as the stars up there,
yet we stare at nice cars and new clothes while awaiting
new shows as time flows right on by, unabating.
We fly to places like Dubai,
a Middle Eastern Las Vegas,
we swipe right on jobs and
live life believing in the sages
of academia and TV,
mimicking what we see,
because those who are more cunning and clever
know that the rest of us don’t know any better.

Every womb should have a warning over the exit,
“Don’t Go!”
That way every soul would know what awaits them;
a shithole.
Now, hear me out before you dismiss my refusal of life.
I assert that for quality over quantity we should strive.
I’m sure that many would exercise the right
to veto this existence and return to the night.

Eternity was fine before me, thus after should pose no fear,
which begs the question, “Why the fuck am I here?”
This little blip of existence, ripped up innocence,
and consistent dissonance was poisoned
even before my parents’ parents were born.
I’m forlorn because I see that despite being given a gift,
we’ve let the fruit of our prosperity rot to shit.
No wonder we still suffer,
we’ve learned nothing from our sisters and brothers,
we hide the truth and buy the juice
and dance along to manufactured tunes,
they’re literally programming you!

Inputs and outputs like ideas and outlooks
make masks for crooks and hide lies in books,
while wide eyed nubiles get walked to
the corpse pile by serpents peddling
debt and division, lies and more lies.

Close your eyes.
Left, right.
Left, right.