Monthly Archives: June 2021

Opiate for the Masses

Can you fix problems such as these?
They play tricks and do as they please;
With a mixture of money and power,
They strip away our basic rights with ease.

But who funds them in this dark hour?
Can we condemn those we devour;
Those titans that stem from corrupt ideals,
To leave us poor, broken and deflowered.

To whom would they possibly kneel?
They’ve bought our meek souls at a steal;
Priced by a book that told us we were weak,
To deal with the world however you feel.

Why take advice that is so bleak?
Rustic words from an old antique;
“Suffer now,” the book says, “it’s the technique!”
“In Death you will obtain all that you seek.”

The Great Tree

I passed through those dead fields of ash and gray,
To find a tall tree split, sullen and breached.
Figures around it in sulfur stone prayed,
As if words of faith this oak had just preached.
I approached slowly, not sure what I’d find.
My belabored steps sank into the mud,
And as I moved a void was left behind
That shortly after would well up with blood.
Suddenly, I was pierced by a loud voice;
One I knew to be the tree inside me.
“I offer you now, friend, a simple choice;
Leave now, forget, and forever be free.
Stay, and I will bring all things to an end.”
From madness, to this. I braved to ascend.

Anxiety

The wind, it whispers, “something is wrong,”
Lest it grow and drive the lot of us mad,
I beg you, drown it out with song.

Though this may be a place you feel you belong,
Weighted with countless reasons to be glad,
The wind, it whispers, “Something is wrong.”

To ensure your days may yet be long,
and without those events that leave us sad
I beg you, drown it out with song.

Cuts down the most jubilated throng
Turns the best of days sour and bad
The wind, it whispers, “something is wrong.”

From the weakest weak, to the strongest of the strong,
Don’t allow your armor to go unclad,
I beg you, drown it out with song.

Though some seem to just go along,
Many have lost all they had.
The wind, it whispers, something is wrong,
I beg you, drown it out with song.

Obsessive, compulsive.

Check the lock once again,
So many dangers out there;
So many dangers everywhere.
Check the lock once again.

So many dangers out there,
The whole world is against me,
Violence, disease, threats of all degree;
So many dangers out there.

The whole world is against me,
A ceaseless crashing of waves,
Carrying us all to our watery graves;
The whole world is against me.