The low lost road.

Looking up from the bottom
got no other direction
visualize realty gain, no one taught him
so he exists a mere fraction.

Walk the shoes, of those that lose
happiness is all a ruse
blockade every road you choose
every wrong decision, shortens the fuse
play the detective, gathering the clues
and maybe the road won't leave an eternal bruise.

Exhibit A exhibit C, no B
missing pieces, the eyes cant see
drives the brain insane, solo psychology
as hallucinations take control of reality
and forever lost in a false serenity.

Circular rope.

Closed lungs, gasping for air
neck hung, life laid bare
the songs sung, left a bewildering stare

In training.

See the pain, I retain
with this brain, ordinary's an ultimate drain
not saying there's no gain just need time to train.

A smile feigned, but never in vain.

Time to reflect.

Life's not perfect
the mistakes and the regret
history of violence
so why is the blood still wet?

Cold nights
looking down iron sights
shot fired, a flash of light
the origin of a million dead fight.

Trigger pulled, time's slowed
a faint light as the barrel glowed
bullets emptied as the gun reloads
clocks in reverse as the snow lifts off the road.

Equal and opposite is the galactic code
too much death and it'll take what's owed.

Pen of yours

Right lets get the writing
pick a topic, like the country's infighting
choose a perception, like one of the frightened
and fill the gaps with familiar sightings
dark words that twist, make it exciting
place a hopeful parable so the minds are enlightened
and create a story of your own liking.

Where I be.

Diagnosed mentally ill
saying I don't take life seriously
handing me a "medicinal" pill
trying to change, who I'm supposed to be.

Offer the help while backing away
so what am I supposed to say
shadows, is the game I won't play.

Just tell the truth, power is the reason you stay
so let me be, so I can find my own way.

Jumping through hoops, for a healthy change
but I'll remain a moving target, down the shooting range

The wedding day of hell

Locked in, shut down
forever resting under ground
a makeshift cross atop the mound
here is where the young are bound.

Higher they walk, more bones underfoot
look at the soul you'll see the blood, squashed guts
look at their eyes, the dried up tear ducts
as the future stands afraid and shook.

Generations ahead,vultures fed
over consumption stopped them, from flying overhead
the blue planet, that turned red
in case words are to subtle, everyone dead.

The future, if the past and present wed.

My own.

Search an alternative destination
accept no home, within a nation
future and life, there's no relation
so turn away from the comfortable temptation.

I mix the elixir, then I drink the mutation
now, I'm my own creation.