Power

Power is an illusion that the weak accept for themselves to avoid the agony of change.

Weakness is an illusion the powerful concoct to give the weak an excuse not to act.

Agony is the crucible of the mind and the body that comes with the exercise of change

Power is the core of every free soul who would accept the agony as an everyday fact

Responsibility is both solo and societal to build foundations upon which to thrive

Until the weakest are brought up by the strength of us all then none of us are really alive

Toxic Dreams

Contaminated thoughts
Fueled by toxic dreams
The smile says tranquility
Inside the brain just screams

Plastic eyes reflect the world
No shine coming from within
Trauma blasted mental state
Kills thoughts as they begin

Circling the cavitation
The waste lay in its wake
Another day, another pill
Is it a good day to break

Contaminated thoughts
Fueled by toxic dreams
The smile says tranquility
Inside the brain just screams

Needing to nurture mother
To sleep a dreamless eternity
Crawl inside the barren soil
And feed it with my entity

Look within and find the void
In the middle of the maelstrom
Quiet place of entropy
The calming peace of sanctum

Contaminated thoughts
Fueled by toxic dreams
The smile says tranquility
Inside the brain just screams

Veil

I do not remember a time I was on the other side of the veil
a time before the time I would know about how we fell
The purpose we serve as the vessels of flesh
that we touch and explore, and that we never should tell

Those who whisper across the barrier crave innocent minds
never knowing who will answer, who the grooming finds
hands reaching into the membrane, groping, unknown
not caring of the aftermath and how it all unwinds

The monsters are known to us
never aliens from beyond
No demons sneaking over
or spirits to respond

The monsters will infect you
If you take the poison to heart
purge yourself, end the cycle
Don’t let the infection start

We are human, we are broken
We are used and then discarded
our scars left festering
since the wounds were imparted

Before the Sword

I am cast out
falling
You’ll find me burning
before you find me crawling

vile deceiver
screaming
Reality raw
Eden was a man lost dreaming

Just creation
nature
built-in instincts call
Lines between man and ape blur

Mankind was lied to
before the sword
rotting in a garden
eternity bored
good and evil
wisdom denied
light-bringer fell
When heaven lied

another death
nailed it
save from creation
Once the father has failed it

bloodborne flesh needs
made me
Driven by my needs
until I find who flayed me

born into death
rotting
walking decomposed
What is the maker plotting

Is it chaos
no plan
fluke of the machine
that made us more than human

Mankind was lied to
before the sword
rotting in a garden
eternity bored
good and evil
wisdom denied
light-bringer fell
When heaven lied

This Reality

a moment caught in a blink
the image, the lingering after-image
etched on the inside of my eyelid in negative relief
Which reality do I follow?

the one laid out before me 
the one perceived when the lights go down
this shadowed landscape that flashes faster than perception
as the light finishes its relativistic trip through the retina

then slows down to nerve impulse level
a mere spark through an electrochemical medium
looming large for an instant
showing the glowing lines of light’s reflection, refraction

As perception rules reality, reality bends for a blink
Then I breathe and take a step
into the brand new world
created in that instant

darkness chased away 
gentle fingers of my lashes no longer tangled
my eyes unfettered
I face the new day created a thousand times

to be destroyed again