Confudido

Fuck, twisted ties of poetic justice.
Drag problems barbwire noosed to moments of truth found.
Yet the end is a beginning and I'm sniping clay pidgeons with a bow-and-arrow pulley system.
Feel a misfit and genuity is missing in this ingenious system.
Throw criticism in a coal-chamber, reason to write more and cage music head changers.
Exorcised the exorcist and the recount is missing crucial chunks of non-fiction.
I'm thinking it's sitting behind the world I'm blinking weaving a grand work of fiction.
From the barstool I'm sittin I might need drinks to ponder the chinks I'm thinkin.
Kinked and livid in a sordid juxtaposed position.
Creator bonding carbohydrates and lipids crafting disastrous positions for the dishonest children.
They don't know what they're building, materials harvested from soul killing stop blocks.
Established hotpots to distract the cash crop for the plots.
Before the cow becomes aware of the hopscotch and covers its blindspots.
I'm not slow I'm topnotch, and sense subtleties in this large plot.
The way the automated torrent don't stop as if to mock.
Staring out the window in these dreams, finding unsealed edges to smell fresh air is a priviledge.
Even if I'm a native put in the box of a tourist, respond better than mental pressure so silent and ruthless.
Silent hill visions and I stepped into the noose representing obtuse angles.
Geometric tangle taking emotional vantage as a cantankerous savage.

Eclipse

I've been hunting juicy rats in the dungeon.
Teeth rotting on assumptions.
Villain role, half-human, not whole.
Chip off the creator's soul, sometimes I catch a glimmer of the mold.
Pondering all these memories sold for flakes of gold.
I'm a cold coal-miner, frame stiffened by the grand designer.
I trust the tools of my trade, unabiding truth craft no masquerade.
Conflicted pulling pins on the hand grenade, sacrificed myself to the handmaiden of grim fate.
Oh lord how much more must you take.
Was already willing to give and all those other selfless objectives.
Not relative if both parties don't get in on the risk.
It hurts to be the one open at the closed doorway, fists clenched at the one way that is your way.
I may have faced a few blatent stop-signs and not taken to lessons seeping through.
Black tar on a summer concrete.
Sticky and unpleasant, only recollection running from my section.
Titled and dated, grim reaper makeshift emotional rifts.
Sift the vortex on a search for the raw flesh of this lost quest.
Call me cartographer, insomnia ridden candlelight vigil smitten.
Tracking 77 lost souls of ailing comrades once known.
Throw an XLR lifeline with the microphone to reap old yeller home.
Sick sailor with a glass shell floating on a para-sail.
Taken far to the outer realms of bizarre.
Candid camera floating to Mars transmuting the easy and hard minerals of my carbon scored omnivores.
Comrades with a self-conflicted concave.
Rolling barren in these dark desserted days.
Turned night by this eclipse of the light in my mind.

Adrift

Playing judge and plaintiff in this shifting matrix.
Couldn't choose red or blue so I gobbled em like food.
Dude my tennis shoes turned to rain-boots.
Greeting storms pensive wary of direction.
Overcast, obstacles from first to last.
Leap the gap trying to outlast.
Patterns eroding my rate of motion.
Optimism and pestilence hedging bets on mortal whims.
Give a grim for good performance.
Medals made of tin ornaments adjourning my ego's mourning.
Uprift and bury the dread I carry.
This reality's contorted and giving way exhausted to desires so caustic.
Giving in is the first step to sacriledge.
Not to a religion, saving messages for the floating bottle system.
Whimsical living the granted is given.
The wakeup call is missing, the young gun sons of liberty yell battlecries vigilantly at soundproofed glass.
Back to back with those on task, we may as well be concentrated concentration camps.
Considering how we react without action.
Philosophers swapping roles with soldiers and vice versa. Change comes slow passive or forceful. Hare or tortoise dimension-less moments with dimension-bound purpose.
I propose we think this in full.
Conformity is unnatrual, domination unrelaxing it's a taxing lot.
Synchronicitiy cloaked in chaos plot.
New beginnings in conceived stops. A goliath is disassembled and lost without the ground that wrought it.
Answers are sought but I think even the oppressor is a lost cause.
All of our flaws build a bridge to walk on.
We all choose to be combustible and view diffferences as obstacles.
Reinforcing distance with razor precision.
Complacent with our different visions.

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

Cycle

Seems I need to make some changes
Faced with all the time wasted
laced with regrets overslept on
Felt myself become beyond numb
Painstakingly ignorant to the problem
Using my temple as an instrument, instrumental to letting go
Sacrificing sacred experience for a state of temporary delerium
Ears dulled to any and all fears I feel
Invigorating ears to tone deaf appeal
Avoiding answers to the obvious questions
Know the cycles but failed at retention
Relentless this desire is to dull the message
Trying to block a road that's endless
Fearing what I know but fearing more the unknown entities knocking at my door
Seems more and more these hostilities make my bones sore
It's a cold war between awareness and carelessness, both switching shifts
Bartering my contentedness and shifting my transmission stick
Heading uphill on a road covered with oil slick
Can't miss what I can't get to
Laying plans on a map to the promised land with the sputtering caravan
Trotting along like an off note song my heart thrums along
The mirror shows a forlorn young son shedding layers of the tongue
Surrounded by teeth chipped on the years serving dish
Yet there isn't a moment I'd miss
The soul pumping this steam engine oils the gears and levers with toils unrelented
The spoils spoiled by the festered
Letters rotted back to soil
Growing new worlds as the blood boils
Soap scuds from cleaning grime and gunk from the last funk
Came full cycle, now I'm done

Societal Struggle (work in progress)

Within these things I find the the relishing within which suffering brings/
Denoting the inconsistencies consistently/
Cutting down the twofold path the forest mapped for lumber to overlook all wonder/
Sap harvested to breakdown and target the niche market/
Bullseye on a misplaced target/
The hunted mumbling asundred fumblings, flushed out the quarry/
Not to worry, we're determined to die in a hurry/
Accelerating through murky muddled waters, seeking/
Finding hate in a puddle/
Through all these claimed necessities I see a world brought to its knees/
What we were born of squeezed for assets in this monopoly/
Made a part of me by poverty and economy/
A justified mockery of the humanity residing in me/
Employing me to conquer and destroy in a military society/
Armed to the teeth with denial they breed/
Internalizing and disarming any objections I might apply/
I am one of kindred sets of eyes recognizing the weights placed on my mind/
With that hindrance defined I as a cave creature find sight where I was once blind/
Step into the light sacrificing ignorance for insight/
The plight recognized as devised to keep my minds eye simplified/
You might find the future ten steps devined/
One hundred moments defined with 99 that don't align/