The Turnaround

The man behind the mask

Conceals great emotion

Sharing his thoughts is a task

Petrified of the notion

 

Putting trust into another

The ultimate cardinal sin

A human being unable to discover

With a patience wearing thin

 

But he is just an immature child

For feeling alone he makes excuses

He has a mind that’s running wild

Unjustified for those he abuses

 

The turnaround is only apparent

When he wants the change

The issues all become transparent

And the world it seems so strange

 

We all know addiction is hard to lose

To see it you don’t need a clairvoyant

But if it’s a new found life you choose

Everything will seem more buoyant

(C) 2009

Life Abomination

The destruction we do unto this earth

Is nothing short of vile

The rubbish we feed just growths in girth

While we all live in denial

 

Air we breathe slowly infects

Although we fail to know

The impact on life as it dissects

And continually disrupts the flow

 

We feed our realm with pollution of sorts

For the greater good of man

And the ramifications we attempt to thwart

Just because we can

 

But if we were to forecast the effect

Of all the damage caused by greed

We would surely have grounds to expect

Trouble for those that we will breed

(C) 2009

Insipidity

April 6th 2009

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I look outside…

 

The ‘insipid’ weather strikes me

Like a contrast to my life

As right now I live happily

Relaxed and free of strife

 

I look outside the window

My sun tries to break through

Fighting to overcoming the struggle

Of the grip of the untrue

 

This of which is speak

Is not weather related

The meaning is oblique

Nothing normal is abated

 

As the rays begin to shine

My message it is clear

That seen as ‘ugly’ is actually fine

But my actions still reflect my fear

 

My fear of succeeding in life

The world I am scared to explore

The risk of failing cuts me like a knife

But I feel the urge grow more and more

 

To take that knife and dig it in

Coming out alive and well

Because no matter what is forced within

Anything negative can go to hell

 

Life begins when you take that chance

And decide to contest this existence

Beating your demons and making a stance

Without providing resistance

(C) 2009

The Falsified Life

Friday may 15 1:36am

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His eyes burn right through me

Like a man abusing power

Glaring at us all as we be

And line by line we cower

 

Waiting for the next instruction

To move like another number

Down the product line of destruction

In our brainwashed martial slumber

 

Thrown to the proverbial pack of dogs

Given absolutely no hope

Treated like lifeless stones and logs

Abused to test the ability to cope

 

This game is never meant to be easy

A challenge that some can relish

With the innate emotion of being uneasy

Our corrupted minds we embellish

 

A group of nobodies taught to lose

Every piece of freedom they possess

Removed from the ability to think or choose

A mechanical life by way of duress

 

Taught to fight for a specific reason

Regardless if it’s wrong or right

Killing, this is the current season

Throughout the day and into the night

 

Number by number, without a name

We throw ourselves forward proudly

While we fail to realize the absolute shame

As our conflict clarifies it loudly

 

The shame of fighting to be free

When the cost is all too dear

Freedom is the ultimate plea

Loss of life the ultimate fear

(C) 2009