climbing out the rift between
fiction and reality;
birth of the anthropocene,
chasing immortality
playing out a bad hand;
a house of cards,
the fall of man
buying out the Promised Land;
ten thousand yards,
full of quicksand
sink into another realm,
depressed and disillusioned--
the state of overwhelm,
a capitol of confusion
disconnected,
disjointed,
disabled.
discontented,
disrupted,
dissembled.
we-
irrelevant and obsolete
simply-
inelegant and incomplete
don’t know.
unaccepted,
unadapted,
unprepared for
a trip to the other side.
unrecorded,
uninspired,
unheeded for
a chance to be edified.
now do we
truly want to
play a game
we can’t see through?
...
we,
simply,
don’t know.
damage done,
a smoking gun,
stray bullets of a battle won
no heroes in a modern war;
no honor in a bloody corps;
no respect for the human corpse
Sun Tsu’s art is in the right
when victory averts a fight--
words of peace are only trite
where men are never ruled by might.
damage done,
a tale spun,
false records of a battle won
no justice in the battle fought;
no reason in a headline’s thought;
no byline that which can’t be bought
hard for us to empathize
when victory enforces lies--
justifies who lives and dies
by painting pictures of good guys.
damage done,
isn’t it fun
to look back on the battle won?
to satirize perman
sophistication- my Achilles' heel
sometimes I wonder... how can it be real?
with love and pain intertwined;
fear and thrill ever aligned
I can't speak for all of mankind
but everything seems too streamlined
life isn't so well-plotted or planned!
bets placed in deus ex machina hands
as if we're the ones written
into an artificial land
mass confusion, easily explained
born ignorant, and never changed
born self-centered and estranged
so many of us turn deranged
and I've become so... detached
I process ideas... the way a computer crunches numbers
in the last few moments... before my slumbers
and everyone is attached
in a profoundly physic
I see your scattered pieces lying on the floor
I rearrange them into a mosaic
and your scars are beautiful
I wonder how fragile our minds and souls are
I try to look past the simply prosaic
and your scars are beautiful
underneath the siren's spell
trapped inside a prison cell
living life a hollow shell
every night I
fear the lies that I have told
fear my body growing old
fear my blood is running cold
every night I
feel like I'm bound to die
letting out a silent cry
and through the lens of my mind's eye
stars are holes punched through the sky
always asking
why why why
every night I fear
bottom of the wishing well
near the tolling funeral bell
I build my own mental hell
every night I
put the same song on repeat
put the same song on repeat
put the same song on repeat
chorus
my own insomnia
my nyctophobia
call it phobophobia
irrational I know
but
this is a wake-up call
pride comes before a fall
you think you're tall
and on the ball
but soon you'll pray
God save us all
and I'll say that I told you so
when you run your mouth
your mind is closed
and if you didn't know
when you run your mouth
your heart's exposed
and when you run your mouth
you'll lose control
this is a wake-up call
all of your walls will fall
you can't defend yourself from the unknown
yet you hide within the urban sprawl
chorus
oh
such is the fate of the know-it-all
oh
the willful deaf with the death wish gall
oh
too cool to listen to the pastorale
chorus
ready set violet
blue-red sunset
airline sweat
the small stuff jet
jaw-drop thunder
risk of wonder
phrases err
to human blunder
no more words
until we set the anchor free
and go
go
go
go
I would go to the ends of the earth
if only to prove my own worth
and I've known ever since birth
that we are night
and we are light
lost and 'round
and 'round we found
homeward sound
safe and bound
slumber army
and what party
hale and smarty
hearty pants
nonsense words
until we set the record straight
chorus
wake up mirror
look into the dreamer
are you b-side
with the satisfied
or are you inside
with what's beside the point?
what do you see?
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That Time of Night (Let the World Go) by goldshroom, literature
Literature
That Time of Night (Let the World Go)
it's hard for me to understand
the if
the and
the ampersand
when I'm drifting off to the quiet land
where all the men are made of sand
and I can't hold on
yet life keeps marching on
falling though the passage of time
slipping into darkness sublime
and with the sunset hanging low
it's time to let the world go
a letter to my favorite band
I found the dirty second hand
source of decay forever bland
I'm off to never never land
and I can't hold on
yet life keeps marching on
chorus
all the things I'd never know
under the pale moon's glow
darkest secrets yet to show
unless I let the world go
chorus
as the world lays bare
there's a whisper in the air
fleeting moment of despair
between what's right and what's fair
something must be tangible there
if not
then where?
I ask once more with feeling
is there a voice still appealing
to the raw depth inside
the metaphorical heart?
and the physical mind
to leave nothing behind
goes on a quest to find
the most effective art
and before we ever start
everything comes apart
the horizon turns dark
our basic fears leave their mark
the contrast made is so stark
all becomes bite without bark
something must be tangible there
if not
then where?
chorus
you try to paint without borders
write b