Hope Amongst The Chaos

If you look closely you can still find hope amongst the chaos.

Before the page turns, the stage burns and the rage churns

Beyond your spectacles

I see truth inside the sphere

Hide your fear

With my words I make heavens fall,

Till skies are clear

All I have is hope, misplaced words, and burning fire

A churning ire

That urges me to rise higher

The patterns appear

But are swept away in the very next moment

Inner distance broken,

Mirrors left smoking

In the distance

In the distance I see a spark,
A tenuous promise of lucent days.
In complete darkness,
I close my eyes and see the blaze.

In a fugue state,
Rays of prayer press me past dire nights.
As I stumble through a broken path,
Only illuminated by the floodlights.

In the distance I see a flicker,
A second of delight in dark hours.
Enraptured by the desire,
To find the calyx in a flower.

When faced with the faceless,
I look away and fall back on my frame of reference.
In times like this,
Must peer aside and clutch barbs of severance.

In the distance,
I see something,
But the darkness won’t let me articulate.
So sick of faith.
Trying to build a house of hope,
But all I have is bricks of hate.

When I write,
I want everything to be right.
In my mind I strain to see the light but grow detached from insight.

Must curb frustration,
In strings of fate, I search for bliss
Towards the truth is where I aim,
But everyday I’m scared to miss.

In desperation,
Pillars of belief crumble to dust.
I strain for concise sight,
But my eyes stay shut to avoid the gust.

When I write,
I find hope in empty husks and shreds of salvation.
In dark nights,
A shining star my only consolation.

Can't help but look closer in a state of limbo.
Without release I face the truth,
No longer masked by the haze.
In purgatory I lace reality,
Trapped in my mind ,
I wander the maze.

A shrill cry can be heard at night,
Void of light it reflects the stale.
From within,
Minimal depth of field in the grayscale.

I take off my spectacles,
No longer in the clutch of the tentacles.
Thought I'd see clearly,
Distinctly,
Can't even speak succinctly.

So many thoughts in my mind,
But they tenaciously construct barriers to relief.
Cloaked by grief,
No release,
Close my eyes and turn a new leaf.

No matter what I keep searching.
It's like nothing matters but these answers.

Must ask questions,
From my goal I never stray.
To fill the void,
Because this feeling, never, goes away.

I feel lost, desperate for direction.
Examine the path, thru cross section.
Make my own meaning,
To find fragments of truth in grains of essence.

Can never stop,
Until I'm out, of empty pages.
Until this storm reaches its cadence.
Until the act is done,
And the fury no longer rages.

In times like this, I remember my path has barely commenced,
Reverse the tense, honing skills to clutch the sixth sense.

Must purge anxiety,
Express my voice with no fear of society.
Because on any given day,
I may face the calamity.

All I have left,
Is the urge to find my voice.
Must transcend the material,
To walk the path of the ethereal.

This feeling never goes away
In light of darkness
I find brittle balance amongst the fray
Close my eyes
Shards of hope for a better day

I can't explain this feeling
Rise from the ground n stare up to the ceiling
I stand strong
But in my mind I'm still kneeling

I always ask myself
Why do I need to escape?
Reach for the relief valve
Let go of insulation
Detached from my inner state

Inclined to shine.
Inside my mind I lie confined
I hate this feeling
A piece of mine I must find

Each step you tread conceals a burden you may not measure
Wary of the devils deal,
a pound of pain for an ounce of pleasure

what you give,
you'll recieve,
expect nothing more,
nothing less

But be prepared to lose it all if you dont value what you posess

What is spoken holds no weight
When they dont look you in the eyes
Words can be decieving
But the iris never lies

Look toward to the horizon
But all you'll see is isolation
The dawning sun confirming
Your futile anticipation

Some nights I look to the stars
And feel that's where I should be.
Detached from all the destitution,
The agony and misery.

To peer inside and see what's true,
Not an easy thing to do.
When all that's left are broken shadows,
That once defined you.

Seeking answers in a world of questions.
Incomplete just like the crescent,
Ever since, my adolescence.
So I measure my essence by my progression.

I turn to you,
In the desolation,
When little else resounds.
When all I feel is nothingness,
Oblivious to here and now.

So much to say,
But scared to say it the wrong way.
Led astray,
Towards the dawn, is how I pray.

Every day,
I wake up, to my dismay.
All I see are, trails of grey that never fail to prey

On my mental physique,
Every waking thought, I critique.
No pillars for support,
Just dark clouds to seethe the bleak,

In purgatory.
Struggling to cipher new forms,
To purge new norms.
There cannot be two skies,
But only two storms

Where to look for inspiration,
When devoured by speculation?
Can't find my motivation when overwhelmed by frustration.

To draw upon an empty fountain,
To find words to move a mountain,

Can't look above must move forward,
Can't help but feel cornered.
Because I refuse to reliquinish my right
To not do, what I'm ordered.

A lone wolf, brash and reclused, but not obtuse
I spill truths,
Around the neck of lies,
Lies my noose.

Waves of an ocean,
Swarm within me,
Wheels in motion.
Unhinge your preconceived notions n leave your dreams broken,

A life of falsities.
Day to day,
Nothing but alter-eges.
Just a cult of sheep,
Sometimes I wish life
Had a Control Alt Delete.

Trying to concieve what lies within,
No belief in the eyes of sin,
Each day, I despise the dim,
I wake up, and skies are grim,
Close my mind and rise to win cuz I know my time is thin.

Faith shattered,
Brain scattered with strained patter.
So much mundane chatter,
So I blaze batters to escape matters.

Buried in no man's land,
But must demand to make a stand.
Gotta write till I break my hand so that I can shape what's planned
A mission to escape the bland,

Remain hidden, pain ridden I make riddems

To soothe my soul
Contend with reality so I don't lose control
The news is old
So must make sure my views are bold,
So I can make my own way and can fuse my soul,
Must choose my goal

Wisely, cuz I'm sick of the same lane,
I feel like my brains tame,
So I spit truths to raid your mainframe.
You play the blame game,
While I blaze flames just to maintain

I strain for concise sight
Lacking spirit, I clutch barbs for resilience.
In dismal times,
I close my eyes n search for brilliance.

Beauty still lives,
But must be created not segregated.
Inactive intellects,
Living subdued and seperated,

I see the sightless
I have a light wrist,
N thus I must write quick
In the nights mist
If I have any hope left to fight this

Abundance of ignorance
It exists to breed the dense
So I condense to spawn sense
Get my head incensed so that I can raise the fence

The limp lack function
Incapitated and brain faded
Soul contorted, dreams distorted and mind aborted.

It springs forth in the aftermath,
A raw desire, a burning fire.
Decomposed faith, resurrected to face the ire.

It gnaws away at my insides,
The moment I arise.
A million dreams never realized, and yet still you see the lies
And do nothing but sympathize,

With the afflicted, and the wicked,
Fantasy addicted, conflicted, and restricted

From volition, a disposition towards ambition,
You face fiction, a modern day, crucifixion.

Time starts now, don't forget forever ends
Face the evidence, you clutch to remnants.
Hoping that relief is heaven sent from Neverland

Endless anxiety,
Cloaked by comfort,
The devils eyeing me.
No longer a bastion of propriety,
Trying to see thru the lens of sobriety.

Not used to clarity,
Sharp vision, currently scaring me.
An open wound,
But not ready to face the severity.

Once my wounds are gone,
The pressures on
Face the rain at dawn.
Won’t give in to the herd,
Because I refuse to be a pawn.

Awoken from a dream,
From the deepest depths, I arise.
Terrified of the lies,
That I see in mine own eyes.

This vision I embrace,
Pick up the pace,
To face what is laced.
I need to fly,
To the top, from the base.

No more options,
Terror invades my subconscious.
No shelter, no solace,
When I hear the bombs dropping.

So hard to dispel the haze.
Good intentions masked by vice.
Taking the ladder to reach the top.
But wary of the price.

Abjuration and conjuration,
Bring forth what lies within to evade negation.
Facing patients,
Stung by the ignorant and the complacent.

A buried mind,
6 feet high into the sky,
Wandering within walls,
To try and figure out why.

Sick of questions I want answers,
But scared of soul severing cancers.
Stumbling with psychopaths
And yet nothing could seem blander.

Scuttling about like worker ants,
With no Queen in pandemonium.
A high school drop out drug dealer,
Trying to figure out how much money is owed to him.

No direction just the herd,
They see thru eyes but not the third.
Constantly moving their mouths,
But not saying a word.

Glued to tubes,
Your sense of self misconstrued.
Thirsty in the drought,
For freedom from the cube.

No dimension,
Raze on the steps towards ascension.
Facing a daily battle with tension,
Cause I can’t deal with the dissection.

Probed minds and strobe lights
I just can’t cope right.
I just might,

Give in, and forget all about the sublime.
Wanting to turn the page and find the truth,
But all I find are empty lines.

The bright light illuminates,
Smiles and cheers and mugs for all.
But certain seeds are barely blooming,
Only seen when darkness falls.

Hidden between the cracks,
The truth only discovered when void of black.
Cloaked by the claustrophobic,
Looking back

I see so much suffering,
Hidden in the shell of a smile.
Ready to cut the cord,
So only I can redial.

Putting words on paper to try and understand the grind,
Feeling bland and blind,
So I write to expand my mind.

A state of flux,
Oblivious to the world around.
There lies no quiet in a riot,
All you hear is the gunshot sound.

Can’t deal with the pressure.
Fate flowing forth, I can’t measure,
The frustration that floods my mind,
And leaves it severed.

Severed, from reality
Trying to curb casualties
Sick and tired of the foundation of causality.

The cause is the effect,
Leave me wrecked, forsake the deck.
Being put on the spot,
But not ready for the spot check.

I hate numbers.
Solace in words keeps me somber.
Trying to listen
But all I hear is the fall of lumber.

Struck by this-order.
Clutching to a rope that grows shorter.
In need of a dollar,
But all I got left, is a quarter.

Catastrophic claustrophobia.
Sardines packed in pods like peas.
No deviance they live oblivious,
Drifting off into their own sea.

A bird can’t fly when fettered by a broken wing,
It is unable to rise without the help of its peers.
Let go of the focus and simply soul sing.
And look to what the future brings.

To stir the anvil,
Time starts now,
Step to the mantle.
Trying to see light in the darkness,
But all I see is my candle.

Demons possesing me.
Dreams of green,
The devils symphony.
I feel like heavens number 1 enemy
I don't know what is left in me

But it, must be somethin cuz I'm still here.
Burnt out, but still clear,
Distant, but still near.
Falicious, but sincere,
No fears no tears,

A rare reconciliation,
Seeds'll die in the dirt.
I never ask why it'll hurt,
Or try n avert

What is bound for me,
Cuz I know the strings of fate are sealed.
I know I gotta be careful when i make a deal,
Or fake whats real,

Cuz it's dangerous to cross the line into reality.
Nominal fallacies &
Common knowledge will warp all of your moralities,
The ebb of the galaxy
Contained in the centurys mentality

The pain grows like a disease,
Devouring seeds.
Spreadin across seas,
Leavin nothin but refugees.

In the wake of the terror what will they make of this era?

Destructions on the agenda, more then you can imagine.
Kids are dying, and yet politicians are laughin.

Cuz we live in a world revolvin, around the green,
No one cares about solvin ,the frowns of fiends.
They mean as little as the crushed dreams of teens.

All that matters is the dollar,
Thats what they tell you, yo you dont need to be a scholar.
All you need is your impala.
The iron grip of globalization around ya neck like a collar

Brought to a boil.
Surrounded by snakes, so I recoil.
Trying to get in touch, with roots,
Buried in soil.

Severed from salvation,
Every lucid step,
A dreaded sensation.
My only consolation is getting lost in my imagination.

Sick of expectations,
Obligations, and motivations.
I forsake the guise,
No longer seeing blind,
Like the complacent.
I make my soul sing,
And embark on planar navigation.

Star struck, by the façade,
Sick of living a charade.
Inspired by the insipid,
And starting to see thru the fog.

Brain shackled & maimed.
What other way to explain?
This indescribable pain,
Looking backwards towards the past.
But it will never be the same.

So much to do,
So much to say and feel and think.
Inside are pieces of a picture;
Deeper into the canvas I sink.

Trying to follow my own way,
But keep getting lead astray.
The only thing that keeps me going
Is hope for a better day.

Constant constriction,
Bottled like pop,
Check my diction.
Mirror my thoughts,
Feel my pain,
Fact or fiction?
Peer into what’s been wrought,
The, endless affliction.

Must fight on, to right wrongs, n ignite the dawn.
With tight songs, I strike strong, cuz soon I might be gone.

Summon infernal,
Vessels of truth,
To shine internal.
I unfold the weave n write it down in my journal.

You feed the vulnerable,
Raw fictivity,
To breed the cultivable.
Fertilized minds,
No activity.
Living blind in the bind,
Simply captivity,

The gaping maw sputters forth.
Never to change my course,
Charge forward-
No lament,
No remorse.

Find the force,
I strive to refine my mind so I can die alive.

Drastic measures, plastic fetters, my past I’ll sever

I feel the pressure,
Far in the stars,
I see a treasure.
Fighting for freedom,
Resilient rage you can't measure.

It permeates my every waking moment.
On my shoulders, lies the onus.
Nothing but obligation to strive
And rise towards my magnum opus.

Back to ground level,
Don’t know, how I will cope.
Remnants of hope.
Strain towards the sky,
Tighten the scope.

I feel it in me,
Crippled radiance designed to shine.
Coming to grips with the undeniable truth,
That we’re all born to die.

A spark that stirs my heart,
A flicker that conjures hope for a better day.
I never stray,
With absolute determination
My inner turmoil is what I slay.

Must produce.
Living a stage life, I face strife, n much abuse,
To compromise I refuse so I deflect the obtuse.

Pierced with anxiety,
Adorned on a crown of thorns,
Impeached by society,
Blossoming towards greatness,
A dream that contrasts with reality.

Will I arrive alive?
Eyes on the prize,
On my destination.
Will I survive n thrive?
When I reach my salvation.
Can I strive to fight the contrived amongst the frustration?

Or will I give up?
Release hope,
N drown in a cup.
Will I stand up?
Or live on my knees?
N stay down when I'm struck.
On the ground when your stuck,

You must look towards the sky.
Even though we're born to die,
There’s always a way to defy

A tense future.
A future tense, I use in my defense,
No pretense.
I use my sixth sense to fence the dense.

How to explain this essence that fogs my mind,
It's like I'm always held down despite when I strive to climb.

As soon as I wake up it hits me, the fear to adhere.
Struggling to search for answers in the final frontier.

Deep in the depths,
Rambling, lost in everglades.
Stargazing, but trapped inside the palisades.
Stuck searching,
For a bright light that never fades.
Surrounded by blades, black spades, and clever shades,
I sever pain,

And reach, the interior.
It shows that you're inferior when you're fixated on hysteria.

I rise above.
Ignore your self,
Your core will shelf.
I explore myself, to get more or else,

To be brainlocked,
Like sheep blighted, doomed to live inert.
Brain alert, third mind open, can't revert,

To living the false life, of the beguiled,
Close my eyes, turn my dial, and flood my mind just like the Nile.
Must make my dreams fertile and spit out this black bile.

Staring into a void that’s black,
What was once destroyed is back,

To haunt me,
To look me in my eyes, n taunt me.
No actions, just words, and no it don't daunt me.

If desolation didn't dull my mind, or slow my grind,
I have hope for mankind to find that which is undefined.
The venetian blind,

Obscuring the truth behind the haze.
Live a false life, and in time you'll find ya days,
Lost in the abyss, go ahead if you don't mind the blaze.

Or the regret,
Nothing worse than lament, no remorse.
On a contingent course searching for the source.

Lost in the rapture.
Stuck in my mind, trying to capture,

What was once part of me but now has been lost to me,
It's gotta be.
The only thing that’s costin me my harmony.

So hard to focus when the illumination is all you see.
Never to hide from the darkness,
No apologies.
No more monotony,
I sell my place in the herd,
And wonder what it's costing me.

I press forward, expand, and raise the pitch.
Examine the many methods and ways in which,
My days will switch.
Will I go crazed or rich?
Amazed at this,
Livin in a world with satanists,
Rapists and psychopaths,
Why does this phase exist?

Or has the taint been present
Since the dawn of conception?
Pondering the seed spawn sent for reception.

How can one deny
That which lies within?
Pondering the web of lies
In the den of sin.

Only you can make me do this.
Nothing matters, when you whisper into my ear.
Sparse arrangements of orchestra, lift me up into the clear,
Embrace my madness, nothing to face, nothing to fear.

A conundrum that echoes
Until the act is done.
You bring me to knees, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.

When all I have is memories,
Remnants of the now and not later.
You leave hope for a better day,
Though not quite filling up the crater.

Hope for a change tomorrow,
Amongst the desolation that breeds the hollow.
I look towards the sky,
And the bright light I follow.

With every sharp intake of air
I feel time slipping away from my grip.
Won't succumb to the despair,
Clutching tighter so I don't slip.

Can't let go of this dream,
Lost in a land of promises,
Staring at the vision thru the smoke screen.

No fear of the future,
Falling forward towards frustration.
Deflecting shadows in the plane of negation.

A lone soul,
Can't close my eyes till the blinds give sway,
So I face the fury and hope I find the way.

As aspirations decay, before my sight,
I reach with all my might to make my inner mind ignite.

Sometimes I feel like a soul tossed in the void.
Lost and destroyed, and annoyed at the cost to avoid

This fake fate
I raise the template, to awake the quake.
I make mistakes, but I learn and apply to break the hate.

I search inwards,
Not to the side.
In my mind,
I know there cannot be two skies,
So i collide with the tide, to fight the divide.

A war with fractions,
I light the core with matches,
Release and hope it catches.
Drop knowledge and then disappear before it hatches.

Know that which rules you,
Has been purged from mine eye.
I stir stars from Elysium,
To lift me into the sky.

Empty thoughts, like shadows, spawn neglect and inability
Verbal hostilities
In the wake of a fight for morality

Pure contamination.
Saturated sound to stretch the source foundation,
Shell shocked souls,
Lost in the texture of the vibrations.

Chaos ensues,
An aura of auditory.
Reality renewed,
Dreams flow forth
The false world skewed,
What is true?

What is false?
In a world of sheep, herds, and cults,
Wrapped up in the mentality, that results

In brain trauma.
End life with a period,
Never a comma.
Miscast minds molded to tubes,
Hooked on drama.

It never ends,
Moments of mania,
Here and now, no amends.
Spray my soul on the concrete,
And I'll transcend.

Any and plenty boundary,
I flesh fire from foundries,
To aid me in my quest for the eternal bounty.

Gone are the invisible shackles,
No way I can give up.
I escaped the turmoil of chaos,
Even when the lightning struck.

I closed my eyes and peered to the sky,
Saw an obsidian sphere masked by shards of destiny.
I released my inner sustenance,
And descended to the halls of Persephone.

Trapped behind the fourth wall,
But the sweet sound of symphony sustains silent stability.
I see vividly,
But I cannot comprehend the breadth of my ability.

Escape, from the grind, I seek the twisted third mind.
All around I see the blind, so I retreat from the bind.

I seek solace, here I find truth, amongst the calling.
Fragments of pressure released, spring forth, the stars falling.

This is it,
No more wait,
What once was fate, dreams that were only visualized,
Fleshed from hate and the inner gate, now materialized.

I seek astral vision,
Look inwards, to contemplate fission,
I’m on a mission, to bend mend and extend cognition.

I'm here and I won't give into external tricks
A young, journalist searching for eternal bliss
Till then, I gotta satisfy this nervous fix
To spark the vibe n provide lyrical services

Strictly internal feeding
Summon the shadows that breed infernal seething
I write lyrics to cause damage like internal bleeding

Damage to ignorance
Set precedence with clever sense
I'm never dense
Ever since I opened my third eyes residence
However, I'm forever tense
Ever since
Due to me being unable to control my minds resonance
It never ends

I’m unable to describe what lies within my mind
I’m blind to the bind
I slice the hollow
Down to the rind

To the core
Blood on my hands
But no gore
A worthless war
You can’t kill that which is ignored.

Into the light,
I shed my demons and reach the sky.
Tears flow with bitter moist,
But they never seem to dry.

You're all that gives me peace.
Methodical melodies made for lease.
I close my eyes and shudder,
Then give in to sweet release.

All I feel is timbre,
Various shades and tones abound.
My imagination roams,
In the property of sound.

No confines in my mind,
No metaphysical laws to hold me back.
I shape my dreams on paper,
With ink of ivory black.

The pages make me soar,
But one can't soar without room to stretch their wings.
I can only strive to clutch to dreams
And turn within to make me sing.

Into the darkness,
My only option is to fly.
So I close my eyes and shed my demons,
And reach towards the sky.

Staring into crimson eyes,
Lit by an abyss.
Your sweet succor all that beckons,
Trapped in a cold world that seems amiss.
Drown me in venom,
An ocean of tears lies in a kiss.
Surely there is nothing,
That can be worse than this.

Such false relief...
But it resounds so loudly amongst nothingness.
Chasing a shell of a dream,
I don't know why I follow this.

Intoxicated by memories,
Skeletal remains of ecstacy.
Struggling to rekindle
The flames of entropy.

To wear a mask of content,
And listen close for a whisper in a sea of ambient noise.
To shut out all the screams,
And search for a single voice in the void.

In times of lament,
To look back at times of bliss.
To search amongst the emptyness,
And only hope your core exists.
Surely there is nothing,
That can be as cursed as this.

I hate this love/hate relation shit.
Ignite my mind and leave me blind
My inner unanimity
Cast into a bind

All I ever wanted
Was to be slaveless like the stars
To spark my soul ablaze
And put it on paper in 8 bars

How sweet you'd make me sing
Entropic blade in full swing
You were once just the third wing
But now to you I cling

No black and white
All I see are grey matters
Blood splatters
The mad hatter tends to squelch internal chatter

Internally hollow
Searchin for the shadow I can't follow
Starvin, cuz the only food i got is too much to swallow

Hidin from the exterior
You're screamin, but I ain't hearin ya
Clock tickin, every moment, gettin scarier

Searchin for joy
Brain stormed n paranoid
Lost in the void
Shreds of the past, now destroyed

Pressure mountin, have a few friends, but i ain't countin
Yellin at the top of my lungs, I be shoutin

But nobodies hearin this so dizzy im delerious
A demon locked up and caged, fairly furious

Cuz my life lacks an emphasis
Look in my heart,
All you'll see is cracks n crevices
I aint ready to attack my nemesis

Cuz my biggest enemy is my twisted self
Mad at the world
And all of the worthless wealth

And the numerous consumerists who spit lies voluminous

I refuse to play the game
So im locked in chains,
It's hard to measure the strain amongst the pleasure of pain

The price of bein an individual
Who sees life thru the lens of the analytical
N says fuck the political, hypocritical, planting lies that lie residual

Your all blinded by the visuals
You look closely, and yet you still don't see,
That the words n the verbs comprise of mostly, lies n deception
The blade wielded by the weapon
Floodin your perceptions with useless misconceptions

To take over all mankind n leave you blind to the truth
The weapon of the media dominating the mind of the youth

How did we let this happen?
Traded comfort for the price of our souls
Locked in a prison with no key, a heartless world thats cold
Till we grow brittle and old

Look back at remnants of a dream that could have been
Weak minds devoured by thoughts of the green.

Know no refuge.
Insight evades when chaos reigns.
Vorpal energy
Undermines my twisted third mind,

No hesitation.
Thoughts spring forth,
Outstretched arms offer no consolation.
A flicker in the abyss,
In my mind, ever blazing.

Horrible harmony,
Embark on evolution, constantly,
Honestly,

Sometimes, I can't think straight,
In a sync'd state, I spit hate, to reach the brink of fate
And then my ink makes the template, disintegrate

All I have is words,
Empty nouns and misplaced verbs.
Desolate damage is worth it to not give in to the herd.

No price too high,
No cost too steep,
For the privilege of owning your self.
Mind of the individual,
Worth more than a king’s wealth.

Feel the emptiness.
Blank stares and unspoken thoughts is all you hear.
Listen to nothing,
Close your eyes and taste my fear.

Every waking hour,
I crave the isolation that you feed me.
Detached from here and now,
A world of hurt just from a seedling.

I hate when you peer into my mind,
But I'm no longer afraid.
The clock continues to tick,
Always wary of the blade

If I tried to explain,
I have no doubt I would fail.
Your eyes reflect your pain,
Each and every detail.

A smile is but a mask,
Thus I rely on inference.
We share one thing in common,
But so much more in difference.

Reality is a window
As you step nearer it gets clearer.
But it’s naught but an illusion,
Beware when you peer into the mirror.

For what they show you today…
Is just a dream for tomorrow.
And the promise of yesterday…
Resounds like an empty shell, so hollow.

The globe spins on its axis,
Don't expect it to pause.
Your heart can always deceive
Until you reckon the cause.

The sky is corrupted by a dark greed.
A single tree stands barren and naked.
While weak fragile nature decides to plead,
The only seed planted is our hatred .

Black clouds stain. and they devour the earth.
The root of the self is being destroyed.
Exploiting the land not seeing its worth,
Poor mother nature tossed into the void.

I look at you and it's like the whole earth shatters...
The vast cosmos before my sight, and yet none of it matters.

The twinkle in your eyes, is seen from a million miles away.
Your beauty numbing my mind, like a cold winter day.

You could make the whole world fall, with the might of your weight;
With your impact, whole races, as if mist, disintegrate.

You hold the power to make a woman cry, like a diamond necklace.
The brilliance of your glare enough to leave any man breathless.

I reach with all my power, but with each grasp I miss,
And if I ever graced your lips, it would be burn like an Adder's kiss.

One look at the sparkle from your iris, and in an instant I'm afflicted.
Whole empires have risen and fallen, by the future you predicted.

With but the blink of an eye, you can make my heart shatter...
The cosmos before my eyes, and yet none of it matters.

When I close my eyes I'm struck by evanescent waves.
As reality fades into the ambience, I'm just a slave to what could be.
Inner reflection disintegrated tests the twisted third mind,
Tainted from eating strange fruit from the poisonous tree.

The waves shock my psyche,
Leaving me dazed is their objective.
The tremors massacre my senses,
Unable to decipher the secret weapon.

Truth shrouded by night,
Lost, staggering in the dark.
A flicker in the abyss,
Brittle blades buried in hearts.

The surface of consciousness,
Sucking up space and time within its grooves.
Daring to challenge reality,
But not ready to lose.

Have you ever realized you’re in love with a dream?
And when you wake up late at night all you hear is your screams.

Look into my mind,
Taste my essence and don my weight.
You can always deceive yourself,
But you can’t hide from fate.

All I see are beams of light,
Encapsulated by the dark.
The blinds cloak the insight,
Shadows pounce at the smallest spark.

A desolate pit lies within me,
Begging to be filled.
A glint at the end of the tunnel,
Pleading not to be killed.

Is there hope for the end?
With every word my heart beats faster.
Inching closer to oblivion,
Teetering towards disaster.

No way to explain this feeling.
Horrible harmony leaves me numb.
Dulls all of the pain,
Piercing my gut like rum.

Do you ever wonder what its like?
When all you have left is your mind in a sprawl.
Clutching to fragments of fiction,
Because they're better than nothing at all.

Banshee

I was warned to beware of the banshee,
You once were everything…
I was warned to beware of the banshee,
You once were everything
To me.

Your voice was my ambrosia,
The sweet sound enough to make me soar.
Now all I hear is the wail of a banshee,
That makes me shiver to the core.

The nexus to my soul,
The missing puzzle piece to my mind.
In you I saw myself,
But now my eyes are blind.

I was warned to beware of the banshee,
But I've never been one, to listen to advice.
I was lured by your infectious beauty,
Your touch, cold as ice.

I was warned to beware of the banshee,
You once meant everything…
I was warned to beware of the banshee,
You once meant everything,
To me.

Swallow my heart, and feed my soul.
Trapped in a maze that feels so cold.
Clutchin to a dream that’s been sold,
Now I don't have to do, what I'm told.

Look in my eyes,
You'll see a dream thats vague n blind
Ambitions for an evil that plagues my mind
A cloak of deceit keeps all the snakes confined
Searching for truth, no relief till its fate I find.

Sweet sorrow hold me, let me embrace the pain.
Syringe to your arm while I chase the vein,
A fitting fate, n you know I can't take the blame

If beauty is black, then pleasure is pain
And hate is love,
I know when we die,
I won't see you straight above.

Now see
I was told to beware of the banshee
You don't mean anything…

Now see

I was told to beware of the banshee,

You don't mean anything

To me.

When walking on ice
You're bound to fall
Descend to the depths
And heed the call

I hear it late at night
It's like a telepathic connection
Piercing lucid dreams with astral projection
Reality is so far away
I'm only moved by musical methods
I peer into perception and deflect deception

I split rifts in existence
Find the form and the function
Probe into minds
Diagnosis dysfunction.

Skylark

I remember I used to be scared of the skylark
So majestic and so free
I wondered how something so miniscule
Could intimidate one like me

How high can a bird fly?
To the heavens I thought, or near it.
As its wings rise to the skies
I often wondered why I feared it.

And now I realize
Wherein lies the root of my fright
As I stare up into the heavens
Blinded by the light

You fear that which you envy.
Living in a glass house wrought with bricks
From within streams forth a flood of rapture
Cold as the river Styx

Sometimes I look to a silver sphere
Lit ablaze in an ashen sky
I sit as the stars shimmer
And I wish that I could fly.

You need not see a skylark
To know that it is near
For it only sings amid ascension
So it's sweet song is all you need to hear

As it glides through the sky
I cannot help but wonder
Does a skylark dream?
Does it wonder how or why.
Does a skylark feel joy?
And does it ever cry?

And when I hear the sweet symphony
Intoxicated by the harmonious madness of the skies
I look into the distance
And I wish, that I could fly.

When you look inside me.
You light my mind ablaze.
When all I see is fog,
You dispel the haze.

Bury my heart.
And make my mind shiver
Memories ring,
Right down the river

Fragments of fiction,
Crystallized in icy streams.
Take me so high,
Memories of dreams.

I never meant for it to come to this,
but it is what it were.
I flesh the fire from my fate,
And make my soul stir

When you look inside me.
You turn all that’s been taught into doubt.
When for knowledge I am thirsty,
You relieve the drought.

Revelations of mind
Out of sight, out of bind.
Psychic psychosis,
Finally
Relieves the blind.

Sweet suffering aches but soothes the soul.
Illuminates my mind, but feels so cold

All you need is a spark to start the apocalypse

All you need is a spark.

All you need is a spark.

When you look inside me.
Tear out my heart and leave it noir.
Dark as the abyss,
Black as blackest tar.

When you look inside me.
A pristine meadow has been marred.
A spear of ice that nails my nerves,
and yet the pain seems so far.
An affliction that ignites the mind,
Although all it leaves is scars.

When you look inside me,
You turn me into a star.

When you look inside me,
You turn me into a star.

An empty feeling that strikes deep,
A hollow dream, manifested.
Brewing, burning.
Wanting, yearning.

It devours all thoughts.
A hunger you can’t quench.
A fire,
That is never extinguished

Melodic mania,
Massively makes my mind melt.
Thoughts solidify
Form like NASA,
Towards the asteroid belt.

No control.
My blind states lost all restraint,
I feel the taint,
New walls peel with fresh paint.

My souls a nebula.
Waiting to form into a star.
Dark clouds obscure my horizon,
The light seems so far…

Is it real?
Or just a vivid illusion.
Shell shocked souls sun struck by their delusions.

Won't let fatigue hold me back
Beckoned by the void
It pleads for me to quench its thirst
For all that it's destroyed

In times like this
I often wonder what the future holds
What fate has for me in its coffers
What existence has to offer

So much energy to exhaust
With whom do I confide?
The shadows my only companion
Only from myself can I hide

When one learns to embrace pain
the nature of reality is exposed
we're not here for pleasure
but to overcome our foes

i miss when things were simple
all that mattered was our bliss
when all would melt away
at the touch of a kiss

now everything is hazy
sweet truth is masked and shackled
all my thoughts dictated
by the howl of the jackel

do i still have it in me?
inky blackness or a flicker?
unable to see straight
not from a drop of liquor

casualties of belief
tainted thoughts provide no relief
tryin to turn over a new leaf but held back by grief

Reaching with all my might,
My goal I cannot attain.
So close and yet so far,
Trapped in a hellish domain.

Everywhere I look I see the illusioned.
Preoccupied with delusion, reality exempt,
Chasing false dreams but only catching contempt.

Moonlight illuminates.
Recesses offer no consolation,
Getting tackled by undertakings.
Dreams on balanced beams leave screams when they're breaking,
Lost all aspirations,

To reach the top of the spire,
Within a shell hides a liar,
Just a spark left from the fire.

Pursuing blind fates,
My mindstates trapped behind gates,
Sick of psychotic society
All they produce is refined hate.

Faith in Chaos

Sometimes Faith in Chaos is all I have left.
Scraps of a purpose, that beg for release.
Sporadic outbursts of bitter resolve curb constriction,
Ashes of Dreams on Bloodstained Streets.

Thoughts cloudy
Bullets of thought strewn over strings of fate.
Tight around my neck,
Ready 2 choke at this rate.

Battling warped realities,
Lost in the 3rd dimension.
Facin tension,
Struggling to reach ascension.

A solid barren wall seperates me from the others.
Closed off from any treachery, nothing to fear
Back towards the beast all I see is his reflection,
Quiet whispers of deceit is all that I hear.

Follows the snakes or walk the path,
I don't know what to choose.
Wandering the darkness alone,
Dazed and confused.
Facing a battle with phantoms,
But it's too late to lose.
Casualties of belief,'
Only left with the bruise.

At a loss for words, thoughts spilling forth like a punctured wound.
The blood stains, remnants of pain, leaving you empty and drained.
Leaving you with nothing, but memories of content.
Shreds of what you had, left battered and bent.

Tears flow so freely.
Unconstrained by the echo of time,
Thoughts clouded with misery,
A wasted mind at its prime.

We were once so innocent,
Now all we had is shattered.
Words were an escape from reality,
But now nothing else matters.

In the ruins I see broken dreams...
Tiny fragments of desperation.
Hope dimmer than a burnt out candle,
Left with less than a pathetic consolation.

Deluding oneself to believe a truth of the past...
But the futures already vanished,
Snuffed out in a flash.

Twilight Stars Twinkle.
A million eyes glued to the skies,
The globe spins on its axis.
Few wonder how or why.

It's like no one really cares,
About what is just or fair.
Never watching where they step,
Falling right into the snare.

Structure imposes uniformity.
It begs to constrict your mind,
And so no one really listens,
Or reads between the lines.

The ink sinks into the pages.
Although few heed the call.
It breaches the halls of knowledge,
A gust of wind blows through the hall.

Sometimes I hear voices,
But its like theres not enough time to jot them down.
And when I do bother to listen,
All I hear is sounds.

I have this constant flow of thought,
About all the destruction thats been wrought.
In times like this I won't cry,
Won't let my spirit die,
I'll only look up to the skies,
And wonder how and why.

So solitary
I sit alone void of the light
Tryin to battle whats in me
But im avoidin the fight
Corrupt thoughts devouring the pure
Destroyin whats right
N I ain't never gonna stop
Cuz I enjoy what I write

N I don't care if its right
N I don't care if its wrong
Don't care to be polite
When I'm writin dis song

Preoccupied with escaping reality
I take ya mentality
Break it and make it a fatality
spittin murderous lyrics no sign of morality

im a victim of my vices
givin birth to a demon like the eye of isis
left to my own devices, im facin an inner crisis
been to hell n back and my only work of advice is
never trust a liar,
beware, of how the blade slices
dont put ya money down if you dont what the price is


cuz once you pay you'll realize you cant measure the strain
after all the pleasure n pain
and you still in the rain
But its never in vain

cuz even throughout the drought
you left with nothin but doubt
n sometimes you feel you cant do nothin but shout

But you learn from your mistakes
the pains returnin and it aches
and the only choice you got is to start turnin on them snakes
cuz they aint doin nothin for you cept leavin you burnin at the stakes

n i dont trust no body
not blood boys or bitches
focusin on knowledge
ill never give in to riches

nor to desire
Within me lies a burnin fire
I aspire to fly higher
n Rise above the spire
Fuck your crutches, there not required

The worlds fucked up and plays some fucked up games
I got stabbed in the back once I won't let happen again
Not fuckin with caine, stayin away from the devils domain
Tainted thoughts contained
Wanderin planes,
Lookin for someone to explain
How to remain sane throughout all the mundane

day to day, bullshit, straight up, i cant handle it
grab the mic n dismantle it
burn up paper wit my pen like a candle wick

cuz im sick and tired of lies and deception
stressin, spittin fire my pen is my only weapon

So apparently I suck at updating this thing.

Writing can be such a chore sometimes...it's like you've got these thoughts ready to spill forth at any given moment but when you try to release them willingly they refuse to manifest. With me writing is really hit or miss. Sometimes I'll feel like I'm fuckin shakespeare, writing away frantically, struggling to keep up with the pace of my thoughts and jot down as many words down as I can. Other days I feel like a rock would have more to say than I do.

Writers are a fickle bunch. They exploit their emotions, exposing their thoughts for the whole world to poke and prod at. I used to love poetry, but you can't love a whore. We're on a 'break'.

Poetry was once so highly respected. In Ancient Rome, Philosophers and Poets were seen as the single most important members of society; for the republic relied upon those intellectually inclined to make their decisions. Funny how 'democracy' is supposedly modeled after Plato's republic. I wonder what Plato's views on Bush's war on terror would be. Surely he's rolling in his grave.

Poetry has been reduced to a commodity in this modern day and age ; when the average person thinks of a "poem", they think of the trite garbage that Hallmark squanders on the daily I wouldn't dare label anything found on a Hallmark card as "poetry". It's cheese, nothing more nothing less. It's sad really, people actually respected poetry at one point. Surely theres still great poetry out there, but the majority of stuff I read nowadays has no soul, no heart in its, its made to sound a certain way and appeal to a certain audience in order to make sales. It's become a commodity, plain and simple.

It will take a new generation of writers who recognize the potential of the spoken word to restore poetry to its rightful, noble place; a generation of writers who see poetry as more than just a gimmick. Until then, we'd better pray Hallmark doesn't pounce on this new holiday "family day". The potential for copious amounts of cheese is unprecendented.

As I peer into the depths the darkness swallows all.
Devouring hope, like a soul’s last breath.
Echoes in my mind merely a hollow call,
Blinded by the flash of a souls last death.

Reincarnated by the reaper,
The abyss offers no release.
No faith for the forgotten,
No dreams for the deceased.

Blood trickles down limestone and stains the concrete,
Satan’s corrupt seeds planted deep in the Earth.
To flourish and grow upon tears of the weak,
Anxiously awaiting their glorious birth.

The wakeless never awaken until they are awoken,
Until the ghost in the shell is left brittle and broken,
Gasping for the breath upon which they are choking.
Nothing is worth less…
Than latent words left unspoken.

-RaZe.

Nothing ever worth knowing can be taught.

...Well, at least thats what I told myself this morning.

I'm still having trouble adjusting to the journalistic writing style. I think I may have fared better if I would have just got into english, or history, or literature. Simply for the reason that I find it much easier to read a book and write an essay on it in contrast to writing an article. It's just a different mindstate you have to get in, so many years of trying to embellish essays to sound like a smartass in highschool has brainwashed me into thinking this actually sounded good. Looking back, alot of the shit I wrote in highschool was pretty ridiculous. Although I still firmly stand by the word 'underlying' as one of the greatest tools in the language to make a completely irrelevent point sound amazing.

I've always felt that good writing should come from the heart. True written word should never be simple, because the english language has so much more potential then that. I've always thought good writing should have depth, dimension; an intricate layer of thought that the reader can interpret in many different ways. Most importantly, good writing sh0uld never be read, but heard.

You can do so much with words. Theres always a world of possibility when you jot down those letters on a piece of paper. To appreciate a word it must be taken with your ears and not your eyes, for to deny the english language its right to vocalize should be a crime. I don't know, maybe I'm crazy, but to me, words have always had the biggest impact on me when read aloud. It's like giving it that extra dimension of expression just makes it so much more meaningful.

But what I love most about the spoken word is that it just sounds so much more final, than when on a piece of paper. I solidly believe words are the most powerful weapon on the planet...when used properly. Few public figures, and when I say public figures, I mean politicians, in western history have harnessed the abilty to truly exploit language to its full potential, mostly writers, poets, or philosophers who go largely unnoticed in their lifespans, only making an impact on thought many years before their demise. Although there are those who stand out, who truly changed the world with their words.

..... I always cite a particular person when I get to this point, but I probably shouldn't here. I have a feeling it would somehow come back to bite me in the ass 10 years from now. I dont trust cyberspace. So...yeah.

I hate rain.

It's truly a struggle waking up when you look out the window and its already dark outside.

It's just so gloomy and depressing, almost as if its God's way of saying; give up.

It's been a bitch getting anything done as of late, anything of value, that is. I accomplish plenty of useless things that only perpetuate my self loathing and absolute denial of reality. Most importantly, I haven't been reading anything out of an academic context, and I can gradually feel my wits growing more dull with every passing moment. It's frustrating, when you encounter writers block, and you havent even been writing for long. It's like a near mental block, your mind saying, what the fuck man, if you dont exercise me, I'm going to get lazy. I figure this blog will help me get back into the cycle of writing on the daily. Definetely a neccessity if I plan on getting anywhere in life. I had one before, but it has been officially labeled as Missing in Action. I don't know what the fuck happened to it, it's randomly vanished off the face of cyberspace.

So this is day 1. The start of a new era. I'm excited. This should be fun.