Synchrodensity

There must be a way
to welcome joy with open arms
yet they all seem to take away
all the peace and the quiet

There must be a light
that guides us back to our roots
But it's just something flickering
Intermittent & way too bright

Life is not an easy conundrum
a playful riddle or maybe just fiction
a chain of ironies at the fulcrum
and this is as good as it ever gets

That leaves just me and the other me
to laugh & cry
to wonder & sigh
both distant and nigh
stubbornly grounded
simultaneously high.

Discounted Privilege

Modern Life ! Emergent Behavior
nothing short of killing the savior
flick the switch and let there be light
turn the faucet to flush out of sight

Crunch the numbers and monopoly your game
just so it goes back in the box the same.
the best we can do, is exactly who we are
Throw in some chaos, let's raise the bar.

greystroke

Peace once wrote a book on nightmares
upon the reckoning of its mortal cage
No reason there no preference shares
I'm halfway between a demon and a sage

as the Shadows crawl
across unflinching faces
A swarm of hooded crazies
marches through the horizon
pulling at my sleeves
with unblinking eyes

Noone can tell me what i'm really thinking
I just got to ask.. why do you even try ?

Is this a test ?
Or just one of your tricks ?
Whatever the rest...
marks the tone of my belligerence

I just got to ask
why should i even need a rhyme ?
Who am I to please this time ?

Let me check
Just a sec
what the heck
demon dead

The digits flip

Couldn't have asked for a better beginning
The dawn of Decisive Wastelands
Of Thorns and wind sculpted sand
Born into being, of a blue moon eclipse

I'm Entranced to a treat by the clouds' shadow play
And serpentine horizons gathering in a grand tale

Predators scraping the bowels of roadkill
Scavengers worshiped with diamonds and diesel
Pheromones infesting with a pest like frenzy
While the Parasites thrive to rule them all.

Tranquility of Zero G

I climb a high roof; and I get thrown off the edge
I fall, I finish, & bury myself.
Then I walk away to the edge of the precipice.
And I fly down the cliff.

as a draft lifts me against gravity's will,
I see for the first time
the essence of so many lifetimes,
descending through the axis of time

A building on a cliff on top of another.
I can just go on jumping out to the endless bottom
this innate knowledge may not necessarily be
A shared understanding nor will it become.

But it gives me peace.
to know how indestructible i am
Even in the stillness
where gravity will win.

The Machine Stops

in this small blip of existence
in a lifeline on a timeline
delicate threads folding
their way out of knots

there once was a steadfast bedrock
And I blindly believed ...
that it lay beneath and beyond all there is.
but the only fabric of reality is dreamlike chaos

cling on to what I miss the most
or claw my way back into dungeons and spirals

The machine just takes a momentary pause
when it realizes that it is.
And in all my self indulgence
I've turned hostile on myself

I'll make my peace within me after this...

Avarice

(Some syllables are not to be just let out in the open...
I therefore return to this repository of my demonic encounters with myself,
been a long break)

oh mankind i hear your cursed soul
wailing slob & sufferning cold

Killing your newborn dreams
Before they make you walk
your decaying faith
cause they act in unexpected ways
And you can't let go of your modernity

Always scared to fall in
The Abyss of evolved reality
Torching Everything once alive
Flames the only source of light
encapsulated and pimped..
what you always wanted.

I turn to sloth
to save me from
the wrath of my knowledge
The lesser sin
the highest crime
but we're playing as a team
aren't we?