Social technology?
It is but the tool we choose.
In the end,
It's not the hate machine —
It's how WE use it.

The mind's eye is blind
To the realities of aging —
Pain reminds us that
Time exists,
And isn't kind.

Instead of
Dragging up what was,
Let's create some
Worthy past —
Let's be legendary
Together.

Moments out of sequence,
Stumbling out of sync —
Down the rabbit hole
From consciousness,
To where memory lane begins.

Conspiracies bore me —
Their plots, though unpredictable,
Are always cast the same.

The effectiveness of
Repenting for a sin?
Akin to swallowing soap
Until you're clean.

As the air
—its current—
Changes,
Time slows down,
Hearts start racing.
Nothing sings the silence
Like the song of fear.

Flashes in a clear sky —
Like fragments of clarity
You never knew were missing.

All we know
Is what we're told
By others,
Raised on tales of old —
This world, it turns on words
Of faith and fear.

Self-delusion —
Carving dimensions,
Sculpting spacetime
Long since fixed within our minds,
With binary intent.
It's a rigged game,
But one we might win.

A crisp, straight line,
Though drawn in sand.
No peer review,
No show of hands.
Scream all you like —
This is how
And where it ends.

Well, pardon me for
Mistaking your arrogance
For an actual personality.

Extrospective observation
Through internal rationale —
There is no morality in judgment,
Yet, you seem to hide that well.

Some fights are not worth
The blood they are boiled in —
Just walk away.

Judging by how we lived,
Salvation might be at most
A backdoor into heaven,
Or a thermostat in hell.

Tragic,
The haters,
The hated,
The hate —
Such squandered potential,
Such heart laid to waste,
Over…what?

Damned be the friendly,
The crucified saints —
Shamed out of context
With passive-aggressive
Unjustified hate.

Harrowed, the forsaken,
And yet, measures of happiness persist —
Some hallowed things cannot be taken,
Regardless of conviction or intent.

Not uncaring,
Not unkind,
Not that we
Will ever know,
But in the end,
Come hell or high water,
Never is the place we go.

Misaligned words and deeds,
Promises not followed through —
Patient years, fighting
The asphyxia that's you.