Merchant's price

I write it down even if it's not perfect, I scribble sometimes when I write cursive, and when I get emotional I lay down on the earth, phoning God for a message, asking him "what is my purpose", cos life is looking different from a different perspective, poisons we have ingested, a life that we once projected, life, with it's reality as its serum, injected itself right into my sternum, and now with my vision slowing, I feel numb, adrenaline system kicks in and I feel like I am not one, with this society so I work endlessly, to look like these strange people, fake wananbes on tv, students but lacking pupils in their eyes, a ghost waking by, an organism caught up in somnambulism, treating knowledge like food but they practice bulimicism, but I try to dig myself out of the grave, cos these materials that we freely purchase is actually keeping us a slave, it is called merchandise but what is the real merchant's price, they don't see that materialism is a vice, they say they don't get affected by TV but they are already in your heads like lice.

Beat

It's been a while since I've written, I feel like I have forgotten, on the road to where it never ends, the breakthrough was once a breakdown, a meltdown, I let go, the smile tilted upside down, but moving on is like walking along, despite what shadows might bring at night, or what the clouds may hide from the day, when I was once younger I used to sing and pray, pray against the dark shadows that move like leaves sailing away, leaves hanging on the tree of life, but I have divorced myself, from the hellish hell, where a one track mind continuously races against time, a moment lost in a moment's time, another turn of the tide, another insecurity for the ride, still hustling still struggling against the grind, trying to break free from this slave wage society, that we have purchased with our visa, mastercards, and american express, burdens of life never go away, they just transfer into a different place, the physical burden that technology relieves is only transferred into the psyche, so everytime you cop that new watch, it can tell time, does it? buying new shoes or cars, but will it get you anywhere, buying an alarm clock, but will it really wake you up?

Higher

Trying to describe the indescribable, scrambling for the words but I end up rambling, or just plain babbling, something something, the words are floating, in the air, the letters travel towards the light, blinded by the glare, like the moth, raising my arm slowly like a sloth, focusing, wiping the dust from my eyes with a cloth, but it is you I want, the feeling so strong, like swallowing gin, like a drug, but the high doesn't end, kisses on the neck, the winter months, hugs, warmth, arms wrap, clothes like gift wraps, intertwined with a ribbon, your flesh is the prize, it is not my first time, but it feels like the first time, like a rhyme I can't get out of my head, like I lost my tongue, like I lost my fingers, can't write, all I know that it is time, mango skin, so tasty so ripe, can I bite, I'm just being polite, I'll be the police tonight, hand cuffs, back seat, yes you like it rough, but the energy is too much, it is too much, water in the desert... I can't always have less than enough, so compelling, raising hell just to get to heaven, temptation lasts only seconds, a moment of pleasure trapped in a chasm embedded in the bed of organs, hormones unbalanced, explosion in a moment, geyser, forever reaching higher!