Dressing up the garden,
Raising up its walls.
Nurturing the weeds
To achieve a sense
Of normalcy —
Nothing is infallible
After all.

Out now,
Get yours,
Come see —
A limited edition
Once in a lifetime
Get out of
Your working class life
Free card,
With every copy
Of the plastic dream.

The silence of the monotone,
Drowning out the world —
In the heart of the action,
The center of attention,
In the zone,
Unseeing,
Unheard.

For accuracy,
When quoting me,
Please include my
Fucking profanity.

Celebrate idle hands,
Praise be the thinkers. —
The devil's in the details,
After all.

Bridge days between moments,
Breaths lost in time —
I’m wasteful, I'm useless,
Drifting aimless,
But feeling mighty fine.

Gracious fronts with
Poisonous depths —
Converse, smile,
But watch your back.

Elation,
The precipice
Conquered —
Now comes the drop.

Should have,
Could have,
Might have beens —
Burning bridges,
Uniting
Former friends and enemies.

Truth seeker,
Lore keeper,
Crafter of lies —
Spinning tales,
Muting bluster,
Opening eyes.

There's we who do,
And the tyranny
Of those who can't —
Who make the rules.

Not the world,
Just your actions.
If not your thoughts,
At least your words.
If it's yours,
By all means —
Control it.
If not,
Shut your trap,
And move along.

Cumulate, amalgamate
Rejected wants into hate —
Burn the world,
One petty desire at a time.

Outside walls,
Plastered, painted,
Mirroring the outside world —
Sheltered, confined,
Stowed away.
In absence,
Through the cracks
We watch the last
Of our humanity
Fall apart.

Elbowing to the top.
First to bleed,
Last to laugh —
Consumed by greed
The joke’s on us.
By design
It cannot ever
Be enough.

Seven deadly states of mind
Spiderwebbing through
Our mental self —
Like a cancer infecting
Every fragile thought it finds.

Long forgotten what's been lost,
Money, the great equalizer —
Greed and entitlement
Dulling all costs.

Broken threads,
Disconnected,
Misplaced in the loom —
This may be
Where we landed,
It is not where we belong.

Pixelized, fill in the blanks —
Dots, designed to be connected,
Guiding thoughts, guiding hands.

Death, a welcome friend —
It is eternity that frightens me.