piece of mind

what is time to a grain of sand
in an hourglass that's broken
what is a droplet to the sea
what are words that were never spoken
well it means nothin'
nothin'
nothin'
nothin' to me
what is the light that leaks
what is the air that breathes
what am I tryin' to say
what is the war that bleeds
what is the milk that feeds
what is the point I pray
for I pry
so many times
on all the idle thoughts
that swirl around
in my mind
I am just as lost as you
as lost as me
oh, can't you see
if not then close your eyes
baby make believe
if you are the ocean
then I am the reef
if you are the mouth
then I am the teeth
the puzzle always lacks
that last little piece
find peace of mind
in the lost and found

Dance Monkey Dance

Why can't a kid just break away? Every night he sacrifices slumber for a paycheck. Replacing his warm bed for a cold work space. Day-dreaming at night and sleep-walking into the morning's light, his mind drifts and dreams of a day. A day where he is freed from the fetters of this so called civilized civilization. A day where he is no longer the fodder for firing, but the cannon itself. But there is money to be made and bills to be paid. So he basks in the buzz of flourescent bulbs trying to earn a living. The monkey is trained to push buttons on machines. And if the siren wails, he dances.
Dance monkey dance.
The sound of the alarms lingers in his ears, even long after he leaves his cage. It is the soundtrack for his imprisonment. But at least there's plenty of pretty blinking lights. Blues, yellows, greens and reds flicker from the machines and reflect into his psyche. After so many hours in this rudimentary rave of monotony, his mind reduces to binary codes.
On and Off and O and Off. 
1's and 0's and 1's and 0's. 
He stares deep into the machine and sees his own reflection. He is no different than the gears and mechanisms housed in these monstrous machines. A single cog caught up in the scheming of someone else's keystrokes.
Cmd_start. Cmd_end.
Step and repeat.
Cycle forward and backward again. Cause what good is a machine that doesn't execute its protocol? He faces a barage of crucial tests that prove to be critically unimportant.
Fuck it. 
How about another cigarette break? Seems to be the only thing to motivate him through the long hours of the darkness. He jumps on his longboard and retreats to his sanctuary, the empty parking garages of his imagination. There he can take a drag. Just kick, push and breathe. Here is where he clears his head and awakens his sleeping limbs. But even here, he can't completely escape the gaze of electric eyes. The cameras turn, pivot, sweep and scan every dark corner of this desolate concrete castle. The King sits high atop his mighty tower and peers down through closed circuit television monitors. Whenever one of the workers tastes the sweet nectar of serenity, he sends his minions.
I'll get you my pretty! And your little board too!!!
They banter and babble on about liability and regulations, trying to dull the dimwhits further. But our boy never ment to harm. Never ment to hinder. God forbid someone actually might have to do some work around here. His brain bucket is strapped tight and still they are frightened. They hide behind starched collars, stiff upper lips and badges made of aluminum foil. They provide security though they themselves are so insecure. Not like he rode through hell and high water to get there. Not like he does this daily. Well, hell, the monsterous hills couldn't dissuade his decision. Rush-hour traffic didn't terrify him. What makes them think that they could convince him to settle? To simply abide?! In case they didn't get the fucking point in the first place, he won't.
He can't. 
How could he?

...Amidst the Wolves

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free furniture

always be weary, of free furniture
blindly believing, though you're not really sure
realize the two truths, of all appearances
relative and absolute, have intrinsic radiance

walking through the walls, prolonging happiness
chasing down shadows, no grip left to grab, unless
unless the perceived, justify what they see
ya see, the mirror never lies, but distorts everything

everything and illusion, everything overturned
don't hope for success, don't fear failure
supremely confident, far beyond a finish line
its all relative, bend matter with your mind

letting go of control, over anything
destroy the definition, and the walls come crumbling
the mind is infinitely, deeper than the sea
more vast than the ocean, free from the beautiful distractions

you can't transcend, over anything
cause all is empty, yes all is empty
all profundity, is already
within the mind, yes within our minds

Hope, Faith and Love

reflective evening
full moon's radiant light
uneasy feeling
bleaches away the night

stoic yet savage
steadily my fears subside
free from the damage
that you so often provide

you're so
riddled by questions without any answers
your soul
seems stricken by some sort of cancer
i hope
you find the things you're looking after
i know
you're capable of life that's full of laughter

so
despite all you've done
i have nothin but hope, faith and love

dawn will devour
the moon's nocturnal sight
the darkest hour
soon my spirit ignites

strangely i'm certain
heaven and earth collide
no longer hurtin
mind, body and soul unite

you're so
riddled by questions without any answers
your soul
seems stricken by some sort of cancer
i hope
you find the things you're looking after
i know
you're capable of life that's full of laughter

so
despite all you've done
i have nothin but hope, faith and love

Keep Hiking On

well i find that i am
my own worst enemy
cause i seem to shoot myself
in the foot constantly

still i hold my head
just as high as i can
excuse me for a minute
while i go climb this mountain

ya, everyone's got
their very own mountain inside
some are diggin in the dirt
while others look towards the sky

stop and smell the flowers
life's a cake, i cannot wait to devour
i got a lust for livin
decide your fate, life won't wait for your feelings

i've been known to be wrong
maybe just once or twice
but if you ain't really lookin
then you'll surely pay the price

you may find yourself dead
at a battlefield called regret
eating all the words
that seemed so hard to prevent

you gotta pick yourself up
from the grip of the graveyard
pay attention boy
or ya know ya gonna get robbed

stop and smell the flowers
life's a cake, i cannot wait to devour
i got a lust for livin
decide your fate, life won't wait for your feelings

there's so much more to this
than point a and point b
don't worry bout the destination
its all about the journey

sometimes you gotta fight
just to make it to the dawn
so zip up your man-suit
and keep hiking on

ya you gotta zip up your man-suit
and keep hiking on

The Village

I am from the spiritual void,
where man knows no neighbor,
whether or not they're a girl or a boy.

I am from the depraved loins,
of a culture of convenience,
worth measured only by dollars and coins.

I am from the polluting lights,
of a cruel concrete jungle,
with simply no end in sight.

I am from the calculated mold,
from which everyone is too cast,
just to get shuffled back into the fold.

I am from the helplessness of hope,
only to sell off any aspirations,
to end up dead, in debt or just broke.

I am from the languished lands,
of betrayal and brutal bosses,
whom make terrible demands.

Although they may pillage,
and then persecute the value,
its serves to solidify the village.