Syncopation

Listen
to the muted mutterings fluttering by
they tell us that we are
they tell us why!

Gentle conscience caressing secretions

Forever deafened by the discord
the dissonance of conformity
many of us look back
how many hear ourselves within?

Implode
Obstruct the external
even for the infinitesimal instant
look beyond what you see
shun stimuli and introspect
we have the answer

Explode
and the secrets eventually break free
the melody of our repressed past
the long hidden fragments
lost verses of our forgotten song
our syncopated harmony
we are the answer

Finally..
Clarity!

Me&Me (An Illusion Of Conjunction)

What is the point?
deliberating existence
A complete waste of mind, space and time
Was there ever any hope?
or even a misguided sense of purpose?
A feeling of random helplessness (self induced)
Lulled into a false sense of dignity (self infused)
Minion to utter listlessness
Praying to the virtue of suspended rigidity!

Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Fail
(This is not how it was supposed to be!)

Where am i now?
if not in the dream of waking
What is this i feel?
if not my slow demise in the making
Who is this i see?
(in this stained mirror)
if not the shattered reflection of me & me!

Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Deny
(This is not me!)

Self-negation
was this ever in my control?
Self-desolation
Coward... Crawl back into thy hole!
Self-degradation
waste away into obscurity
Self-dissolution
merge into pitiful depravity
Self-obsession
realize the human malfunction
Self-consumption
its eating away at me!
Self-consolation
and the illusion of salvation
Self-destruction
The end of me & me

"The illusion of conjunction is what holds us to what we love most... ourselves!"

Twytch

staring at the candle
this flame plays games with me
cast the shadows
that no one else but me can see!
gnawing at the straps
the ones that hold me here
crashing against the bars
they cant keep me here any longer!
not any longer!
for this prison can only be felt
the new version of hell

behind the dark curtains
what is left of my mind
swaying back and forth
questioning the purpose of I
blurred dark dreams and darker wakings
the veil has been placed before my eye!

the candle flickers
its close to its end
an amusing similarity
this candle and me

the inevitable degradation
the creeping failure
is there a cure for this itch?
the flame is burning nearer

succumb to the twytch!

Absolution

Wait in line
with the rest of the evil mongers
begging to be benign
so that you can extend your list
just a little bit longer

you believe you are the stain
needing... waiting to be clean
and you prove yourself correct again and again
everytime its vengeance you dream

yet you wait in line
kneel in front of your God and pray
and leave it all behind with a smile
go back and pick up the blade anyway

still you believe that you will be forgiven
giving you the license of repeated evil
but in the end it is you who will be forgotten
after the blood dries and the dust settles
it will be you that is forsaken

why waste your time
in the illusion of salvation?
when redemption does nothing
but fuel the fires of future guile

jerked back to reality
from my truth sermon
you realize that youve reached the head of the line
do you still want to be forgiven?

spread the word of your new revelation
"it is not me but you who have created the greatest sin
.....its absolution!"

After Silence

For too long theyve whispered
troubled echoes in the dark
speaking of what had passed
and what was to be

for too long i listened
dwelling on their disembodied words
gnawing for what seemed like an eternity
slowly etching its way inside

like a demon spreading its tentacles
clawing at the deepest roots of my mind
creating a veil of mist and lies
that stretched beyond mind, space and time

too long
i have heeded
too long
i have waited

now tearing away at the seams
of these self-imprisoning chains
such is the evil of unending nothingness
breeding unyielding violence

but
after silence comes the storm of revolution
after silence comes the voice of defiance
after silence comes the flames of the cleansing

and
out of its ashes
arises the whispers of the silence before!

gOD

unnamed faith
in unseen ideals
should'nt we be worshiping the real?

unknown bliss
in unreal dreams
in the hope of a better waking
in the dream of a better sleep

but when all else fails
we have to turn to an alternative deity
succumb to the liquid
link to the heavens

lift me up
breathe me in
feel me course
through your veins

i am the answer

inject me
through your senses
and watch them
fail

i am release

why care for this
when im only two steps away
why stop now
your closer to me now then you will ever be

i am your savior

i am your god
overdose!

From Entropy to Atrophy

Thoughts thrown randomly at the walls
and nailed back into place
recovering the pieces lost
from the wars raging behind a calm face
Abhor the vacuum
so nature fills the void
not with the tranquility longed for
but with the entropy of a mind devoid

tragedy strikes
when mere tremors grow
into complete mental collapse
and the downfall of reactions occur
giving way to utter negative relapse

knee jerks and spinal tap
functioning on an involuntary level
perhaps guided by a light misguided
do we dare hope for a repose
or do we surrender to an inevitable cranial dispose?
the question is but a trifle among the tide
cradled in the eye of the vortex
of an infected inner-cortex

amidst this harmonious discord
the chaotic calm before the storm
disconnected emotions surges spoken word
and hurt courses through the ones linked at heart
screaming yet completely silent
morally correct yet decadent

doomed to a life of pseudo-intelligent depravity
doubting all but self-standing gravity
with only this verse self-explanatory
showing any semblance to sanity

destined to suffer rapid rational decay
severing all desires of salvation away
and as i raise the scalpel to my mind
im convinced that atrophy is the only way!

Prosthetic

look behind
trace the past
and the thoughts running through your mind
but stops well behind
beyond human sight

look in front
for its namesake
future disillusioned
the truth is not ours to make

look down
at our shadows
the only thing free from the binds

look up
for we are but dolls to our own choices
strung by one above
stranger to all but our own voices
plastic to love

content to be an attachment
with no free will
defining prosthesis
just a continuation of His raiment

look behind
look in front
look down
look up
look where He wishes

...and then the string is broken!

Distortion Process

evolution denies
even the mightiest
sparing not the meek
nor alleviating the righteous

the only survivors
are the ones willing to change
the ones ready to submit
to a will not of their own!

what use is the mirror then
when the image we see is not we?
and all our shadows do convey
are the mistakes of yesterday

but yet... change we must
or face obsoletion
to be replaced
by a beta-version

can we wash away our identities?
and watch our past flow away
with hopes of new possibilities
by the growing light of day

the me of tomorrow
wont be the me of today
the undeniable truth
though it cant wash the tears away

what of our minds then?
do we upgrade?
or languish in the scars of then
and slowly degrade?

welcome to the distortion process
where we break away whatever we own
shed the previous moon's soul
like the survivors...
now I am somebody else!!

Stabwounds

Run to the corner
and watch your life pass you by
shy from the light
reconfirm the lie

for you shall never grasp
that what you never earn
wallow in your self-shackled prison
awaiting your sentence ...
the one you so yearn

cry not now
your tears are not your own
wear the crown
of scars overflown

recollect the paradigm forgotten
the suffocating values air the most
so it must be taken

reclaim your need to weep
reclaim your desire to bleed
reclaim your lust to hurt
reclaim your right to feel

for your salvation
walks hand in hand
with your damnation

look upon your stabwounds
and smile in realization
you have to die
for others to learn
that they must live!