Posts Tagged ‘ death ’

The Bigger Picture – COMPLEX SKEPSIS

When The Gears Turn
We’re Condemned to Work
Reverse to Conserve
While We Re-Breed Worms…

Knee-Deep in the Scourge
We Achieve Whats Worse
Prestige Adjourned
NOW that WE -Converge-

Initial Your Statement
Riddled with Equations
Brains In The Middle Of Pavement

Stop Complaints That Are Spoken
Set it into Motion So Potent
Impenetrable to Corrosion
But Not The Ache, fuck ibuprofen

High and Low They Advertise by the Road
Alphabetize the Signs Writing In The Notes
Realigning, Combining for a Bank Roll Hoax
But Thats How It Goes When Your Part Of The Globe

Sins of the Father, beLIEvable Imposters
Dark Like The Colliers, Coal Mine Crawlers
Adrift We Wonder, Becoming More Than Monsters
Spirits We Conjure, Drawn Forth Like an Archer

with a HEX on his HEAD
Every Role WE Played,
Who Wrote the Play?

So Never Ever
Will It Get Better

As Frail As Filament
in the Land of The Apes
Part of The Plague
We’re Not Accepting
Any Complaints

From Sudden Movement Or Change
Yet the `NEWS` You Gotta
Untruths Cubed at Existential Rates
Multi-Dimensional Dictational Hate
When Left In Charge Of Our Fates
We’re Enlargin’ all the Debate
With an Assortment of Blame
Another Instalment of Fraudulent Claims
Optimum State is When They Conquer The BASE
Opiate to YOUR BRAIN,
With All Thoughts Chafed
What was Taught is Forgotten
and then Swiftly Replaced
With Toxic Waste
That They Feed Us here Everyday
In Every way like its Our Everything
Poetically Dismembering
All Possibilities
Responsibility for Exiting
The Exodus of Thieves
Remains To Be Seen



Martyrs for Darfur by Complex Skepsis

Martyrs for Darfur by Complex Skepsis

Breeding martyrs in Darfur to cut the strings off of puppets.
Cutting currency to barter makes you live with less than nothin’.
Now that this elections comin’ get set for an abduction,
Every heart thats hardened stares into the face of this corruption

Some may call it genocide, some may call it lies,
But theres simply something sick to see when you look into their eyes.
So look past whats advertised, realize that alls not fine,
Lines and walls we draw and build to keep our kills disguised.

The Sudanese funded the Janjaweed budget,
“The Devils on Horseback” a case of -whodunit?
As we slowly approach the end of slopes to the summit,
We reach the peak and now can see who seeks the golden nuggets.

These Crimes Against Humanity are vanity, thats pride,
Uncannily they starve the beings, they burn, curl up and die.
Unnerved by this type of learning curve this skirmish worsens lives,
They warp your mind and thin your blood, no relatives in sight.

Life Goes On… – Complex Skepsis

Life Goes On… – Complex Skepsis

An old man impaired in his rocking chair sits and stares with a cold glare.

I often went to visit to try and lift his spirits.

He knew what love was once upon a time,
then love left his life wrecked now alone at home he cries.

I approach the entry, he sits there as the sentry,
Every time his words are wise to me he is the gentry.

“Hey old man, you look bad, tell me what’s the matter?”
He looks worse than before, it seems he’s growing sadder…

The rocking stops as he checks his pocket watch with a glance,
winds the clock then takes it off and sets it on the stand.

“I’ve sat here for many years with failed attempts to stop the tears.”

He wipes his face with shame and turns to me to say…

“Seems like love is a drug that lifts you up,
it takes the air right out your lungs
and when your young it means so much
but when your old you’ve had enough.”

“I was wrong…but life goes on.”

The tears return, I see he hurts, I hear it each and every word.

“You hear me clearly lad? I really hope you have.”
“You see my boy, regret and joy are cards of the same suit,
creation and waste destroyed is where you plant your roots.”
“Can’t have one without the next, the life you live’s a test,
don’t give up or come undone until you reach the crest.”

I begin to interrupt while he coughs and hacks up blood
the action was abrupt raising a palm and says, “hold up…”

“They say without trust than you never have true passion,
then it all must just be lust when together on the mattress.”

I wait for him to start again while he adjusts his cardigan,
but in silence there he sits, so I kneel down and begin…

“Trust to me is like having faith.”
“Believe what you can’t see or touch with warm embrace,
may lead to more mistakes and morbid hate after the wake.”
“Leaves you open exposin’ emotion hopin’ the motives golden,
wonderin’ why your chosen by that sweet ambrosia that left you broken.”

His head nods holding his jaw in awe, he knows I’ve seen alot.

Another cough with blood, he wipes it off like muddy boots,
not a worry he’s in no hurry for a cure, he interjects I mute…

“Its hard to forget the pain that made you what you are today.”

I smile and say…

“I agree, indeed I really do, cause to me pain in life is fuel for me to use.”

“But in regards to trust in a house of cards, I only trust in this;
Emotional scars build the bars and keep you locked within.”
“While you live you breathe till your dying breath of silence
this heart you see on my sleeve needs anti-theft devices.”

He laughs and sighs not surprised, looking at me with cataract eyes he replies…

“Betrayal stays beneath your rib cage with a violin that plays,
the saddest song that’s ever made that you can’t orchestrate.”
“Its like the spiritual scene of footsteps in the sand to me,
But near my sea I’ve been trudging through fresh wet con-crete.”
“This is why the girls and guys lie eye to eye and hide their secret lives,
Disguised speech in high supply is like a leech that sucks you dry.”
“Deep waters where it lurks, never seen when your submerged,
till you reach the turf then exposed you feel the hurt.”
“Don’t feel all down and disturbed, just realize what your really worth kid
and never let one pigeon keep you from the other birds like I did.”

“I was wrong…but life goes on.”

He shook my hand then went inside and that old man, he made me cry.

I turn and walk away, thinking to myself –
Will I be that man one day creating my own hell?

We never got to speak again he passed away that night
I wish I had one more chance to tell him he changed my life…