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!"