They say

They say this, they say that,
stick to the facts,
lost and stuttering on the fine line,
drunk and it is wine time,
on the interstate I look at the lights,
stare at a blaze of zombies,
following and never looking,
moving through the rush our,
invisible chains have so much power,
the hunger of the dollar has devoured,

They say this, they say that,
I say think,
they say, just go with it,
run to the horizon,
brainwashed by the television screen flashing,
masking the hate, the insecurities inflate,
like a balloon, the ego blooms,

But I stay still, abstain from porn,
because it distorts, but reality is all about perception,
sit with me and meditate, enter inception,
no need for judges or evaluations,
no speculations,
no labelling,
no non sense,

I am just the common man,
walking and thinking,
realizing the prison he is in,
but not prisoned within,
ready to give up every philosophy,
ready to delete his history,
carving through the sky my story,

I am the author,
so I chose, but I am doomed to chose,
are we just in a circle,
how can I reach you if you are in a bubble,
I cross the lines, leap from the clouds to walk
in the rubble,

Fight

Living in a first world and still feeling poverty, so many government monopolies, strangling our economy, what a travesty, when a priest molests a girl such a tragedy, when the each fabric breaks and tears, the whole tapestry falls gradually, when the government tells to bow to his majesty, when the police are committing all the phelonies, and this isn't how it is suppose to be, you can look at the bad, or you can look back, you can look deep or you can fight by climbing the steep creek, even though it looks bleak from where you stand but there is a voice hungry to speak, this whole world reeks of suffering, my biggest demon is impulsiveness, a slice through my chest, it bears its weight on me like a vest, like stress, it slowly deteriorates, but i chose not to be inferior, superior feels more like it, I would strike it, with such passion and lightning, frightening, but I'll take another approach to this, meditate, thats how I will conquer this, slow and steady is how the herbs survived this earth, and so shall I be

Real demons

Sometimes you gotta be harder than steel, to analyze your life and know what is real, to divorce the fake and deflate all the negative comment that come your way, but sometime the past can really haunt you, and if you haven't faced your demons, they feed on your weaknesses, they prey on you like scavengers, it is hard when you are against a mountain of challenges, when the road gets tough, when you feel really down, and the world is looking over you, what  are you going to do, when the only one you ever really believed in was you, and they are just the audience that watches you like swatches, bracelets, diamonds aren't the only things sparkling and glistening, listening to your ego is the easiest and dumbest path to go, but who cares, we think we can flare our way out of this, and suddenly someone will come to our rescue, but boo hoo, you'll soon find out there is no one in the dark but you, and the man in the mirror is not really real, emotions circle up and down like a wheel, im just trying to say what is real, I thought i wanted all the riches and all the fine bitches, shit now I just want to be at peace with myself..