Psychological layers of thought

Run through obsidian nights

As colloquial phrases

Of inconsistent truths

Unknowingly sow disaster

Only to reap chaos

While death’s flower blooms

Sweating unmitigated hatred

Yet from the smothering

Dark clouds of dismay

The sun bursts forth

Refusing to relinquish

The light of goodness

Consuming malignancy

Preparing the way

For the resurrection

Of pure light

When I cried

My eyes were full of salt

From childhood tears

As this melancholy water

Of bottomless depths

Seeps into the ramparts

Within my memory palace

Where I am obsessed

By futile desires

That haunt ancient dreams

Ending with sadness

Caused by the inevitable

Heartbreak of dawn

Dull angels hover over

the black amnesia of night

awaiting a blood drenched moon

full of human cannon fodder

as peace congeals lazily

with malevolent discretion

of the schizophrenic media

smashing the drums of war

in this cauldron of condemnation

where only death sells

and martyrdom isn’t buying

The circle of love is entwined

As are two vines climbing

From the jungle floor

Seeking the bliss only they

can attain

By reaching the life giving

light of the sun

Two vines, climbing as one

One following, the other leading

Taking turns

While they climb

One working, one learning

They love each other

Long for no one else

Two souls who are one

Useless without each other

Indestructible together

At the apex, a solitary flower

blooms

Withering into a single seed

Falling back to the jungle floor

To begin the process again

Thus perpetuating themselves

For all eternity

In every incarnation

They will be

Each other’s

Salvation

Numbing substance

Unreconciled

Drugs and alcohol

Mind beguiled

Within delusion

Cognitive pain

Thoughts on fire

Driven insane

Worried pretense

Futile trust

Angry crowd

Complete disgust

Needed reason

To disengage

No escaping

Societal rage

Dregs of life

Misbegotten

Stand amongst

Lost and forgotten

In the depths of

Endless night

Shadows dance

Within moonlight

Objectified

Mental state

Drunken gods

Deciding fate

Hollow head

Empty casques

Prepared lies

In golden flasks

Fog of war

No limpidity

Moving forward

With uncertainty

Be prepared

For the end

Nobody breaks

Everyone bends

Natural cinema

in the mind’s eye

playing reel to reel

of the absurdist purview

generating possible

temporal isolation

handing out condoms

as surreal tickets

to the coital ride

a fatal narrative

for an increase

in the populace

Where were you

When humanity died

On the cross of control

Did you fight it

Were you too afraid

Or a Judas sheep

Did you suffer obnubilation

Passively following

Off the cliff of reason

It’s not too late

To realize they lied

Created unnecessary chaos

For societal control

There’s no need to vaticinate

Everything was predetermined

You were a victim

Of the greatest psy op

In human history

…Thus far

Self proclaimed elites

Their antiquated metropolis

Loom over its denizens

Gathered in cinemas

Ruling our minds

We absorb prescribed

Miasmatic propaganda

Social ideologues laugh

Like rabid hyenas

At our petty ways

We consistently engage

In ritualized homicide

Professing fealty

To murder incorporated

Humanity fades

With bloodshed

Savagery increases

Atrocities proliferate

The breaking point

Approaches quickly

Full of lunacy

As society avoids

Permutations of reality

Fantasies are consecrated

By technocratic priests

Innocence is lost

Descent into madness

Is now complete

I see the world dead

self destruction

slow but sure

die in poverty

death is pure

Society overwhelmed

bleak mood

tribal hatred

profane dread

nothing sacred

End times approaching

so we await

with the reluctant

for the Apocalypse

and final judgment

Are you ready

to embrace

the corpse

of the world

Degradation of life

Rotten government

A perfumed corpse

The sweet smell

Of inherent corruption

That runs deep

To the very core

Of its being

Instituting

The decay of society

Libertine individuals

Unscrupulous politicians

Enlightened despotism

Paradoxical actions

Of bureaucratic control

Do as I say

Not as I do