No Hope for the Hopeless (Dump from the Past)

You try to tempt fate
but you annihilate any chance of redemption
Of that long-sought connection
Lost because you lost your direction
Amongst the disarray and confusion
You destroy anything left to your decisions
With much personal derision
You encounter the end of the limits that your mind can function
Taken from your hands, control is rarely given
Out to those who might really need it
Could properly apply it, could accurately display this
Illusion of granduer, blasphemous slander
Endless banter, slightly slanted in an evil fashion
A darkest passion, born from the likes of humankind
It's a facet in the stone of the human mind
Something we need to learn to realign
But they reject your thoughts, purely in spite
Of the fact that they value the find
The key to a better, hopeful life
Of progress instead of strife
Because it's a damned hard thing to change a human's patterns
You got to understand, you're changing the human condition
Laying waste to hundreds of decades of "divine" opinion
Stating a reckoning to the untold billions, the uncounted minions,
The discounted freedoms they force-feed us in these god-damned beast cages
All held-fast by the sins we created out of our own volition
Violations of our mind, body, logic, emotion
Only an option because of exploitation
By the elite, bourgeoisie, divinely appointed,
These "leaders" we deem of superior opinion
Because we can't seem to trust our own decisions
So we look for someone that can shoulder the burden
And in exchange, they get our hearts and our passions
All in the name of nationalism, or in today's age, patriotism
But you prefer something akin to individualism
An individual responsibility given to each of us
And at birth, removed through a lengthy process
A well-nuanced study of the human conscience
Secretly advanced under the name of "government"
More accurately christened "Population Control Attendants"
They tell us everything that is good for us
Tell us of everything that is recommended thusly
With the mistaken notion that they're inherently trustworthy
Forcing just questioning into the fabled stuff of conspiracies
You're labeled an outcast because of your political and societal theories
Essentially, you find it very frustrating, mortally infuriating
Hopeless to change the condition of anything
Because the fact of the matter is no one is listening
They're all content to continue on casually
Like sheep with a shepherd, onto the slaughtering

The Fear of Boredom (Dump from the Past)

Set the stage for apocalypse
Bring about the end of this
Endless onslaught of vengeance
Taking stock of our sins
Losing redemption
In this blood-red aggression
A steady regression
To the baser instincts of men
You find it offensive
But I find it reflexive
And I find it relieving
To continue berating
Continue releasing
This barrage of intensity
I empty my lungs
To slowly deconstruct
Your weakling persona
Such easy prey
So easily, I destroy the things that matter to me
Call it a hobby, a talent of mine
Take it all in stride
I point out all the flaws I find
until the anger subsides
And all plans go awry
Rightly by my side
Is pain, misery, and strife
Keeping me company, because I find things quite boring when things are precisely how everybody, including me, wanted it all to be
And I find it disturbing, slightly unnerving to have those close to me entwined in these intricacies of pure insanity, all consuming
Take me by the hand
Stand strong against the wind
My anger slips again
Taken out ruthlessly on my only friends
Made my own bed, now I'll lie here and infect
With fury so bad, it's been taken out of hand
Take it back, but I can't cause my way back can't be had
Cause I lost the ones I love
Tossed them to the wolves
Barking and licking at my heels
Had to please the demons to feel
A bit of respite from this burning hell
Kill to survive just another second of time
Tear apart these friends of mine
To seclude myself deep, deep inside
Down within the dark recesses of a violent mind
No light at the end of the tunnel for me to find
Only trains running me down, never ending my life
So I break down, only to find I've been "fixed" again
Fear and insanity stick around as my only friends
The same God damned problems rear their ugly head
And the same God damned cycle begins again

The World I See (Dump from the Past)

This world I see is a mystery to me
Behind your doors you keep the pretty things
And you guard your heart with a lock and key
But I break your locks and this is what I see
Misery pain and confusion
Block these ties from binding
And so we sit here thinking
Of all the lies that set in
While you weren’t looking
So look again, my friend
And you’ll see that light again
Again
Again
This world I see is a mystery to me
Behind your doors you keep the pretty things
And you guard your heart with a lock and key
But I break your locks and this is what I see
So we sing trapped in our cages
Just where we’ve been for ages
But step out into the mazes
And you’ll find the company of crazies
Because normal’s not true
And the strange will be there for you
Waiting to see what you do
You do
You do
When this world you view makes no more sense to you
Don’t sit don’t rue there’s a lot of things to do
Cause the tears you shed are not the only blue
And the sky above is always there for you
So are we.
So are we.

A Short Poem (Dump from the Past)

Faceless mask, unrequited love,
Lost in the mist to the ones above
I miss you so, and love you deeply.
Those will always be
My last words.

The Last of These (Dump from the Past)

They have noticed the absence, the lengthy recess
My mind has taken, left behind, not waiting
For my triumphant return, no return is coming
That part of me is dead, and will not be rising
I'm finished in this world of collisions
Impromptu events causing rushed decisions
A flurry of thoughts flood my inner vision
Lost my grasp on the reality I've been given
Taken away, Take it away
No need when living only translates to pain
My existence drives me slowly insane
On the brink of a dismal end, I dance dangerously close to the edge
Wedge out the periphery, those close to me
Take them away with a violent ferocity
Undeserved but they get no pity
Cause, in the end, I'm only saving them from my insanities
Only saving them from these ferocious beasts inside of me
They eat at me, gnaw at me, leaving behind nothing but bones and grisle
Found a home in the solace of this lonely vessel
Hollowed out, left for dead and forgotten forever
Not a place in their hearts where I can eternally slumber
Left in the cold of the void of the dead of the night
Nonexistence is both my fear and my holy light
The end of it all is not such a grisly sight
When God doesn't give the comfort I thought he might
And eventual redemption with a loveliest perfect heaven
Isn't much of a comfort when my solitude of sufferance
Comes by means of personal infliction, inherent in my deepest being
What's a heaven eternally, with a hell internally
There isn't any escaping yourself and your own deficiencies
So religion only gives me continued suffering,
And this existentialism I find quite comforting
Without the threat of this life continuing

The Ease of Mortality

Open doors are now closed for yours
When you thought you were young before
You thought of clouds that never came down
Were whatever your imagination could find unfound
But the information age is a sage of doom
Gloom in the womb for whom the bell tolls
So old this tale of misery and woe
That you forget on the other side of the windowpane
Is a place with no more tears, no more pain
Something you tried to repeatedly communicate
When you were a kid but it was always in vain
They'd tell you to grow up again and again
Had no clue they were telling you you'd go insane
But the blessing of the missing pieces of the puzzle
That fuzzed around the edges and lost it's muzzle
Is that when you feel the dark, the light's so bright
And with skill inside and when will comes tried
You can walk and some days you can find your stride
Conquer life with a sword that'll cleave your demons
With words of love coated in semen
Just got to let go when the feeling's thorough
And let the mind blow into the windy bellows
That sweep through the meadows of your open heart
Once started, it's a flame inside a work of art
A parted sea of dreams unseen, but seen before and proven clean
Because we've survived this story a million times
And we'll survive again when we find the rhyme
That what matters not shattered is the sands of time
And when someone tells of nothin'
You can give 'em no nevermind
Cause existence is subsistence and you can't go wrong if you believe in the resistance of negligence and ignorance
Just follow the voice inside that tells you not to waste your time
Not to waste your life
And never, ever put to waste another's peace of mind
Just do what's true and believe in you, and believe that there are no two lesser evils between what you must feud.
There's only patience and awareness and the gift of linear progress
And sometimes regress, but never regrets
Just listen to the distance and see the visions
And touch the ones that are close to your instance
Trsut me, this song is never finished,
You're just a solo that'll flow into the next harmonious
solo that together and together, forever, make the grandest opus
And now the doors are opened, they were never closed
And we're sorry for the moments that that was what you were told
But it's all about perception and the flawed views of objection
That we didn't understand where we thought you came from
And fear can creep in with a quick insurrection
And make us think that you're trying to take away our transient heaven
Don't live in fear, that's the trick of the moment
And for those who correct your path into the darkest thickets
Don't you listen, they just don't get what it is, your passion
You're climbing the same tree, but from where you be,
It looks like they're digging roots and you're feeling the breeze
And it's a mirror image from their blissful release
Because suffering is a myth of the ages
We enjoy our transgressions, even if we don't admit their existence
Mortality is a gift that supports infinity.

With Friends

There is a little sapling

Growing

In front of me.

All alone
The grass grows beneath it.
But can the grass know what it knows
From where they grow?
There are tall trees
all along the sides.
But so far away
They must seem.
Then I think of the wind.
That a tree does not see.
It only feels the wind as it passes.
The little one must feel
that the friends are near.
For the tree has never known "far away."
The tree lives in such good company.
It does not bother to see the distance.
Only does it feel the wind
Between it's fingers.
Like the reassuring grasp
Of a held hand
On a long walk
With Friends.