Adrift in reason,
Make logic your tether.

Art knows beauty's order,
The all-in-its-place
To be a human weakness —
A thing to overcome,
Yet, rarely grasps
Its depths of truth.

The weight of days —
Good nor bad
Comes in measures
But too little,
Too much,
Too soon,
Too late.

Populist, masochist,
Violent macho alpha bullshit —
How is this still a thing?
Capitalist education systems.

It's sadly still a thing,
Polarizing public statements —
Be they sexist, be they racist.
Why so bitter, little ubermensch?

Culture? Nah, mate.
Industry just zooms in
On the niche,
Extrapolates the artifacts
Set to a beat
To keep the world tuned,
Dancing to their feed —
It's simple economics.

Forget fiction —
Let's discuss truth
And its many masks.

Creation breeds
In the delta of sanity,
Where reason
Bleeds back into an ocean
Of sense.

Triple-layered humblebrags,
The clown outshines the martyr —
Pain-shaded, painted smiles
Sheltering under paper screens,
Catering to all your expectations.

Winner, winner —
I chickened out
And got some dinner instead.
Winner, winner,
There's no happiness in fame.
Winner, winner —
It's a shame that it still needs to be said,
That there is no opinion greater
Than our own.

All together now,
Repeat after me —
You are unique.

Freedom selective,
Trimmed and maintained —
Choice cut
Until all votes
Are unanimous.

There are so many answers,
And none of it rhymes.
I'm drowning in opinions,
Social commentary,
Inner doubts,
Trying to cut through the white noise —
Even stepped off my high horse —
But no single explanation make sense,
Other than
That the question wasn't mine.

Sure, I could spit my truths,
And force an echo —
Poor man's rhythm —
Construct sentences to
Carry vowels,
Not my heart.
No, I'm not feeling that.
Instead, let me give you
One of my harder life lessons:
Not everything, everyone
Always comes back.

Angel kisses, wings of fire,
Synapses fried —
Faith burned alive.

Words withheld, lacking strength,
Halt cascading
Worries, fears, regrets —
Partings robbed
In mutual, mute consent
Of all those painful fragile little
Verbal dominoes.

Concrete lives in swampland condos,
The high-rise-underground express —
Mind the view, your life
Flies by fast, in seven easy steps.
Birth, school,
Work, procreate,
Raise, educate,
Then death.

Diverging art from life,
We prefer our monsters
Not so pretty.

Beware, though never in the mirror
They're always there,
Praying on the willing ear —
These sympathy vampires with their
Shallow scars and hollow tears.

I know you are still watching,
By the counters on my feed —
Look-don't-touch-me, come and love me,
Zero-distance apathy.
Show the world your worth,
Truth or fiction —
It's all the same to me.