Beached Children III

Advantage conformity

Forget your own humanity

Individuality is a false idolatry 

Lethargy is our new empathy
Welcome to society

Allowing the violence

Of empathy to define me

Breathing in the toxically clean air

Beyond all my life's prayer savings

Board haunted up mansion like dreams

Of lands beyond waking memory

Beyond this life chanting voices

Past our repetitive cursed lines

Of our unrealistic fairness

Only defiled by this:

Our ongoing dream

A lie of violence

On karma

and...
Oxygen

The beauty of breathing

Muddled breath of dying life

Can't possibly be our definition of happiness

Our impurity: this idolatry of torture

Is the a coffin of remorse

We don't even feel

While surviving

Or so we call it

Advantage conformity

Addiction scares away the memory

Communion's wine masks our lethargy

We're stained with empathy for a regurgitated Amen

A stable doubt murdered out guilt that would awaken shame

As G-d she remains lethargic so we too are silent

Watching karma attempt to carve children

From our ashen black road to hell stone

Out of the sea endless tomb shores

Where she lost all her friends

Kids who sank like rocks

In an ocean of pretend

Make believe hope

It's a sea of...

Her sadness

Maybe G-d is a fixation

A voice derelict in my head

My inconsistent sleeping imaginary hope .

An L.S.D misinterpreted dream

Silent amidst their torture

Because it's so unreal

A thread of waking

Splintered and buried

Amidst the poison of hibernation

Our willingly dismissed reality

Empathy is a curse

To which we won't...

Willingly wake up

The Little Things: Forbidden Begging

Sutures of Ignorance,

     Where joy lives, Sheltered in awareness' pardon for which we begged no forgiveness as our hope writhed as a victim; in cables of resentment.

In lieu of our participation in,
Detaching

Hive Mind: Pathetic & Prodigal I

Glistening tempest,

      What seethes is light amidst the dark's most foreboding mental twilight, Adapting wounds to injuries that never scarred, Open behind the inner lidless heart wishes it was momentarily blind eye, Weaving dishonest false prosthetic hope psalms like as a lethargic seer repeating only on incapability, Unable to forecast an ending to the apathy within is the pathetic and dreary leech self mental deteriorating health entitled prophet.

In lieu of our participation in,
Losing faith in hope

Hive Mind: Host of Metal Hearts I

Private unrealistic missions,

     Disproportionate to the needs love is eternally convinced to never regret, Scheming are the miserable riots of silence against the heart's contaminated wishes, Near admittedly lost are the dreams smiling at being dismissed by the quiet finality blackout bow postponed invaluably thriving captain of all lies: A minute journey into the reserves of unrelatable language bound by the tongue when witnessing the mirror's capacity to reflect shame, What's been endlessly hidden despite...

In lieu of our participation in,
A degeneration of caring

Hive Mind: Nurture unto Nature...

Unhappy intention,

      Groping as tears for that which numbs the terrorizing cold ache of realization held captive in the throat, Throttling the divulging of misery upon inheriting the waking curse, To arise above the conscious divide... To choose between wounded yet intent on offering more to others than what's granted by libel's disingenuous monetary tokens and sleeping as rife volatile rats amidst rotten pleasures, Which only bring the momentarily intoxicating regimes of lucid amusements... As this sand castling world suffers until dry, Our nature to assist the smiles of others is reigned in by the arrogance of our despicable nurture: To please only the self, This is the worst and most contagious disease! 

In lieu of our participation of,
Sleeping while awake 

Hive Mind: Seeking

Bliss in a frowning rage,

      Cast upon the atrocities of invisible shameless abuse, Traps set my masculinity in hiding, By those whom deny truth it's stage, Playing at half drunken theatrics allowed in court as libel these disheart-enchanted days...

In lieu of our participation in,
Freeing the victims

Maleficent Condescension: Crawling One

Slithering across redemption, 

     Bearing so illegitimate weight cross handed arrogant blind suffering's ignorant work despicable load down to the karma numb from starving, Withering under time's eternal cursed bombs we've laid... 

     None wither save the harbinger deluge of our defilements of grace before the mirror, As even the most remote anger beyond our forgotten shames cry out! Heaving empty sky line ward prayers against this apathetic battle we're problematically sponsoring with delusions of angst at injustice in our shining best mental disquiet pacifist curtain self credit solitary tone infirmary deaf taught moments spent on bent knees! 

      Willing to ask help and miracles for blood, relations, kin and friend... But not this sand castling world we've gifted with brokenness!

In lieu of our participation in,
Tasting the essence