Screaming headlines, talking heads,
Building up the next big bad —
Pay attention to the things
Left unsaid.

Such obvious deception,
It works, but how could it?
Pay to prove that you are you,
So we can sell you to the world?
Are we that gullible?
Apparently.

Revolution
Screams for movement —
Punch the sky
To pierce the status quo.

Memories of you,
Out of sight, outlined
Behind cracked milkglass.
The warmth that was you,
Wasted
In time we spent apart.

Sunken streets,
Watery moon.
This heart still bleeds,
These tears still flow,
Just not for you —
Not now, nor evermore.

Progress inching
Back and forward,
Accomplishments creaking
Under cumulative negatives —
One small misstep wipes the board.
Where there is an up,
There will always be
An equalizing fall.

Measure distance, measure time.
Measure value, health, and life.
Measure anything and everything
But meaning —
No, for that,
Just keep asking
Why.

There is no them
In freedom —
It's either we,
Or make-believe.

How long will it take
With the rise of AI
For humanity to fail
The Turing test?

Post-war peace,
Let's be friends —
Take my side
And promise me
Another's land.

Hopes for a doomed tomorrow,
Finger painted with my tears —
I can still picture it, but come dawn,
The canvas will seem blank,
Even to me.

Lives in sound and word,
Verses sang towards the chorus —
A cacophony, a canon
Looping back while racing forward
To crescendo.

The hell.
Soldiers of a shared identity?
Fuck your culture,
And for that matter,
Fuck mine as well —
Instead, let's ask ourselves,
What makes you you,
What makes me me,
Beyond character vultures
And stock personalities,
Breaking
The hereditary us?

Furious silence —
Fire unmutes,
Behind frosted eyes.

Martyr me, insinuate,
Pad my sins,
Make them larger than life —
Give the world something
To remember me by.

Oh, the memory of you,
The many tiny trails
Across my heart —
Of kitten paws and puppy love —
Now firmly crushed
Beneath your boot print.
You taught me everything
Love is not.

Rockstar, diva, PrimaDonna,
Look beyond your spotlight.
Your world,
Smoke and mirrors,
It's a stage —
All props, all fake.
You're not all that,
No more than a product we were
Made to buy.
Industry made you the lie.

Life's not fair,
That's just it —
Deserving
Means jack shit.

You're lost, samaritan,
Unwanted here.
Is it your heart
Or you
That's in the wrong place?

My anchor, my rock,
Keeping me down,
Holding me back —
I love you.