A pain no one

Understands

Like an itch

You can’t scratch

A problem no one

Wants to face

Yet I must deal with it

On a day to day

Minute by minute

Unrelenting basis

It’s my own fault

Good decision

Bad decision

That’s inconsequential

As the years pile on

The self inflicted

Soul crushing pain

Only I can feel

I have become

Devoid of hope

One would think

There is no

Foreseeable solution

Other than escape

But I’m no coward

And as Camus said

“…in the end

one needs more courage

to live than to

kill himself.”

Within the lucidity

Of my existence

The only logical choice

In an absurd life

Is to suffer

The consequences

Of my choices

The self proclaimed elites

Laugh at us

And our petty ways

Ego and greed

Rule our minds

And we consistently engage

In ritualized homicide

Referring to ourselves

As conquerors of men

Professing our fealty

To murder incorporated

War drums beat

With the drips of bloodshed

Savagery increases

Humanity fades

Atrocities proliferate

Innocence is obliterated

The breaking point

Has been achieved

Our descent into madness

Is now complete

In the front row

The Eye of Sauron

Sees all

Moviegoers as voyeurs

Observing life

Through the lens

Of the camera

Avoiding judgement

From the incorruptible

Reflection within the mirror

Sit down and shut up

Do not doubt anything

Proceed exactly as you’re told

For we control everything

The government values obedience

Conform without question

Stay in lockstep with society

There’s no freedom of expression

Change starts with self awareness

Defy the foundations of normality

Begin to think and act for yourself

Be free to create your own reality

The rulers demand ideological compliance

But self awareness occurs from cultivated thought

We need to stay sovereign amongst the chaos

Or the fight to be free will be for naught

Desire

The ache of wanting

Your face on every woman I see

My love for you grows

It pulses in my chest

As the waves pound the shore

I need you more than I can say

Yet I try to everyday

My soul longs to be with yours

When our bodies embrace

Joined together

In the rhythm of love and passion

Perfectly synchronized

Breathing each other’s breath

Knowing glances

We achieve the ultimate pleasure

An orgasm consumed by love

Becoming as one

We are complete

Our fate has been met

Are we bored with living?

We feast on the sorrows of others

Spiraling into madness

Suffering with existence

Quietly begging for our release

from the chasm of the subconscious

The chaotic flow of knowledge begins

We start navigating the abyss

You hear the painful screams of lost souls

Ignorance brings confusion

Not wisdom

There’s no need to rush

Obtaining knowledge is a slow and steady process

Time gives legitimacy to existence

Be forewarned

Humanity is being algorithmically influenced and exploited

Are you not entertained?

Deep within our unconscious mind, we may be able to tap into unlimited knowledge

However, humanity may not be ready for this

As it still embraces greed and power

What about you?

You were given the gift of life

Do you know what to do with it?

Who or what are we waiting for

A normalcy bias

Or Godot?

There’s ominous signs

Plenty of cognitive dissonance

What are we hesitant about?

Something tangible

Or routine illusion?

Perhaps we suffer the

Impenetrability of ignorance

Can we still blame Godot?

Could it be instigated by the

Intellectual vulgarity of

Copious over analysis?

So many questions

With far too few answers

I guess we’ll just need to

Keep waiting for Godot

“I do not exist!”

Quite the dichotomous statement

Particularly while staring

Into a mirror

The reflection is unique

And impossible to leave behind

Much more difficult than

Walking away from my shadow

The ironic part is this

My shadow follows me

But my reflection

Walks away

Despite my point of view

The wilderness mirror

Reflects the plasticity

Of this current civilization

Drowning itself on self delusions

While heavily propagandizing

Its growing illiterate population

Where truth is irrelevant

And the anxiety of hopelessness

Leads to an absurd culture

With blind faith in its illusions

Confidence in false heroes

Along with plenty of bread

To bring to the circus