Too many good things

A moth surrounded by brilliant lights,
 knows not which way to fly.
So it hovers in the center,
to watch the world pass by.

I felt it calling again,

A tug towards the horizon,

But then the feeling faded,

Paperwork materialized,

TPS reports.

The sense never goes away,

Unbounded footsteps,

Into the distance,

Into freedom.

more ambitious less hopeful

One man’s got shiny jewels and You’ve got none

Ten millstones round my neck that way a ton

It’s like trying to swim in the middle of the sea

Just praying not to drown and

Spoiled boaters passing judgement on me

Can’t get a life preserver,

Cause that’d be cheatin

Sittin here starving and struggling while they’re laughing and eating,

Just gotta keep moving

Gotta keep on keeping on

Then you look up one day to find your whole life gone.

Resentment is an evil, so’s despair and envy,

Try to push it all aside and instead just feel empty.

Going down again

I regret the day I lost my mind,

But it stole on silently,

Like leprosy slowly rotting off a limb,

One day I woke up only the stump remained,

Poor atrophied, rotted little brain.

Tears

           

Tattoos below eyes

Dead dreams and foes,

The struggle of meaning,

The slowly fading glow.

The slow boot tread,

Footsteps in the muck,

Keep moving on,

Be strong don’t give up.

Defeat comes easy,

Success comes hard.

More likely,

Is nothing,

meaningless canard.

The point is its own,

A dot in the expanse,

Just keep trudging on,

And fight through the trance.

Don’t give up just keep moving,

Life takes care of its own,

From birth to struggle to death,

Seed to life to grown.

The end is natural,

It’s bleak

It’s grand,

The truth is the truth,

The plan is the plan.

politics

It's a different sort of feeling,
Embarking on the hegemon's quest.
A man may struggle for power,
but he may never be the best.

Inculcation of insolence,
insinuation of need.
It's an indictment irrefutable,
of irredeemable greed.

And there is one thing above all others,
that governs the movements of man's stars,
the quest for power ends two ways,
on the throne or behind bars.

That's not to say that many others,
in limbo don't exist,
but they float between extremes,
and exhale wasted bliss.

The idea is so simple,
they've taken what is yours.
Your life, love, laughs and liberty,
are things the void adores.


Rebellion is too bloody,
subversion is too cheap.
Calm, vile, submission,
well that's just right.
continue to bleat like sheep.

secret destroyer

Courage is the elixir of life,
it's fueled by ignorance,
there's no safety net to catch you,
there is no recompense.

Fight for your life,
fight for your brain,
fight for anything you love.

Learn from your mistakes my friend,
learn to fight for that for which you love.

For if you don't,
you poor dumb fool.
You'll live your life a slave.

And if you ever find your freedom,
ther'll be nothing left for you to save.