Stare into oblivion,
a narcotic stimulated nightmare,
a wasted millennial
with a begging bowl of despair,

A career in his head,
under construction, he says,
caution, no vision ahead,
the only story he plays,

Obsessions with the past,
tied to splintered ends
memories amassed,
which ones will he defend?

He indulged in virtual therapy,
a waste of time,
followed by lyrical obscurity
regret with a rhyme,

The addictions that he embraced,
were bound to stay,
a chaotic mind that tried to erase,
the virtues that pave his way,

He dreamt of his desires,
and how they faded away,
all that he required,
was hyper depression to end the day.

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Flat lines.

I placed my hand upon your chest
your heartbeat, slow and steady
in tandem with the tick and tock
as time chimed a morbid melody

You lay there in despair,
as I tried to read to you,
a stranger with a static stare,
if only this voice could make it through,
    
Is it too late for a word,
at least a twitch or a goodbye
it’s been months since I’ve heard
your lips unfurl a sigh..

A pretty portrait of inertia
pale, a hue of red
it was you in coma,
yet the numbness was in my head

The scattered green designs,
started to show a flat line,
one of the last signs,
our worlds would cease to intertwine.

Tempest.

She saw the sun’s fiesty fire
She watched the sky cradling the moon
Sensed the earths empowering desire
As the wind carried the gloom

Man chimed in with rage
An intermittent disease
A leaf turned into a page
Destruction put the heart at ease

The gallows had been flowing
As mother nature seemed to mourn
For her children she had lost
From a forest now forlorn

She looked up at humanity
Nurturing his ill will
A song and a sigh of apathy
Mother nature stood still

Relentless as man was
His greed knew no bounds
Driven by his flaws
Not even sparing the mighty clouds

The tempest winds blew
The ocean beds shivered
Suddenly, man knew
The wrath he had incurred

White ashes filled the sky
As earth began to tease
The end or a beginning
He saw chaos, she saw peace

To dust they were born, to dust they owed
For time held captive a powerful force
One only mother had known
Love she had seen and love she had showed.

Comatose.

You sang to me a lullaby
While I was all tucked in
A state of comatose
Father time stood still

You held my cold hands
In search for a twitch
A prayer and a whisper later
Father time stood still

All I hear is the sound of silence
A melodious malady
Your fingers unfurl a tale of violence
A story I cannot see

My beady black eyes
Can see the darkness within
A teardrop snivels down your cheek
I feel the rainfall on my skin

You lay there enveloped in despair
Feeding me with hopeful lies
In this state of comatose
I could see through closed eyes.

Radiowaves of the damned.

Surrounded by these walls
A prisoner in my mind
Caged to your frequencies
Nothing more left to find

Familiar sound of static
Escapes into the darkness
Could I be more erratic
Will I see the end of this

Another day to smother
These channels that do remind
Ive tried not to bother
The demons I left behind

To memories of old and new
Of volumes way too large
Finding a way to subdue
The tears that begin to charge

So I search for myself
Inside the radio waves of the damned
All I find are broken rhythms
Which you and I wished to have planned.

Limbo

Things are never what they seem
Another one of life’s hypocrisies
All you wish for and all you dream
Letting go of the in-between

Hanging on in limbo
It was all inside your head
Things that you see now
Things you never said

So close , yet so far
Glaring at the dark blue sky
Wish and want at the shooting stars
But even demons can fly

The avarice of time
Vivifying moments best left to decay
Rush of blood through these rhymes
A drop of ink in my veins

Echoes in my mind
Reminding me of a decadent scheme
All along I’ve been trying to find
A spark of life in this broken realm.

You’re Wrong: an F.A.Q.

Proper Discord

Q. Am I really wrong?

Yes

Q. Are you sure?

Absolutely

Q. Can you prove that I’m wrong?

Yes, but, you’ll have to agree in advance what proof looks like, otherwise you could just move the goalposts after the game.

Q. How come I have so much evidence that I’m right?

That’s confirmation bias. Your brain carefully files away all the reasons you might be right, and disregards all the reasons you might be wrong.

Q. How come so many people agree with me?

They’re wrong too.

Q. They can’t all be wrong, can they?

Most people are wrong about most things most of the time. If there’s one remarkable discovery to be made in the study of science, religion and philosophy, it’s that being wrong about almost everything does people so little harm. The fact that every scientific discovery since the stone age has only doubled our life expectancy…

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