If the people as a whole are so indifferent to affect change,
even when they knowingly admit that they’re being cheated;
then is there anyway to provoke a change for peace,
when if ever they could see beyond country and corporation,
by decree or lynch-mob,
they would still fight over the dust after annihilation?
I can keep my calm,
yet still appear vicious,
as I question my dreams
while watching the routes
of my constantly recalculating optimism,
be cut off by a Shell;
Seemingly in vertigo
of its abilities and potential.
We had weaved through the city with relative ease,
and were parked lakeside by high noon.
Joining the vanguard of amp’d up
and vibrantly dark Mayhem marchers,
our foot-stomps created a growing riffscape of anticipation;
Then merch tents and stages came into sight,
as we approached the thunder of double bass kicks and death growls.
The stages became organs,
and we the blood flow they demanded for…
I’d like to turn the expression of
Into a a conversational turning point,
when a comment is said with a deep cutting tone;
To be said in a comedic impression,
so as to break the immediate bitter and tension,
of any parties involved in the conversation,
before an unnecessary confrontation occurs.
We’ve got everyone at our back,
but no one has it;
Claw marks in our hopes,
vacant arms to fight for,
and a gas tank in need of a new source.
So we tried switch to solar,
but they blocked the sun.
They won’t do things for themselves,
or try to grow their own.
And though they think they shell the money out,
they’re selling away your home;
I think I’ve been ignoring the #4.
Not intentionally, more like it’s been blocked.
Like if I just slowed down,
and looked around the bedroom of another’s mind with closer reverence,
it might be there on some epic poster that triggers that nerve,
and tweaks my inspiration past the breach point of my damned conscience.
Or acting like neon light detour signs
for the leading edge of my impulse flow; T…
Life feels like a pair of jeans
that I don’t seem to wear long enough to work them in.
They’re solid, look good, and get me compliments,
but they are not mine.
They are only a dream of waking up one day,
not thinking about the possible futures of when they’ll be comfy,
but with the comfort of knowing I can take on any adventure in them,
and they are always the perfect pair.