Potholes

I find we've all been torn asundred by words weighing hundreds
Left wondering at parallels amidst hells combusting this ghost in a shell
Vaporizing the hundreds overthrowing the slow going erosion
Simplistically I'm pissed at rejection and insensitive direction
What digs deeper, you're labelling the awake the sleeper
Like life is a self-terminating double feature
Lacking denial I yet find my temple defiled by our trials
What was whole in pieces, all the better for a fresh thesis
Kick the pebbles strewn from releases, processing these things
I wake yet from dreams unbecoming, visiting who was
Before our parting
I'd say who I know is long since dead despite past perceptions yet rattling in my head
As seasons our passing come and went
I own only feelings and believings
With alchemy to transform grieving into fuel to push past the thrashed scenery
I as many others find its worth the time to rest platitudes of mind
Guilty of observing the decline blind to the signs
Yet it's ironic I possessed the press, canvas and ink but didn't stop to think
Saw potholes and kinks from the drivers seat
They say it is pain to win or suffer defeat
One finds balance from super gluing feet to the cataclysmic meet and greet
Granted it merits malice and unrealistic challenge
Rewriting the chapters of one's atlas
Probably burned a few chapters in hindsight matching
Yeah the stage collapsed and I care not to track these to the last
Recited the encore to embarrassment and caught the brunt of it
Might need some censorship in future predicaments
Used the wrong head, common brain immigrant
But love is not to be behind enemy lines
It's to love the enemies inside and find solace redefined

Baggage

People are so afraid
Whether the past they made or a future undug grave
All homemade quality of a sinister grade
So distracting we don't prepare for actions while the world continues traction
Granted it's been natural, but it lurks as a phantom
Begging asinine action, beckoning the greenhorn to jump the cannon
It's just outlandish, you sanctify your ignorance by refusing to sit and listen a minute
What's given redeems as exchange rates for wisdom
Yet your spiked exterior renders benevolence inferior
The signal would be clear but your ego distorted the speakers
Contorted self image only further beckons my grimace
If only you took a second to see your mirror image
Reflections offering new directions as is the habit of cycles and introspection
Of course it's just a suggestion
Chew it till it sifts into the digestive pits and offers some semblance of the peace you missed
I try to think on your level but can't find the shovel to bury my frustrations
Lead ball burning in my hand, swallow it down
Feel the mist from my nostrils singe my brow
Yet another inner monologue
Reflect some inner light to see through the fog
Cog in the gears to process it all
Keyword all, note to self slow your roll
All this information comes packed in pieces
Slowly goad the vices to release me, Brain versus Thesis
I believe these teeth grazed the bone and missed the meat
Still starving for the feast running a circle incomplete
Take a seat, pressure propels the release
Ball bearings per gauge rusted in the beast
My mistakes allow it to eat, corrections aid my hunt for completion
Absorbing the presence of precision, conquering from the fissure in the fiction
Turned back the page for the mission
Gathered artifacts from the past according to the anxiety ridden caste