Repeat
gears grinding, churning, spitting
the same old pipe is splitting,
the identical key in the same ignition,
repetition after repetition,
this isn’t the life you envisioned,
too much
division
on
the
television,
the same
anger
fights
frustration
broadcasting
on every
radio
station,
this isn’t the life you want,
you’re the deviation,
an alien among the population,
patience is at an all-time low,
a billion lives locked in limbo,
the strangle-hold of the mundane
continues to constrict your airwaves,
you can count the hours
minutes and days
but they’re all the same
they’re always the same,
we repeat without question,
we repeat without suggestion,
the metaphorical cogs and springs
are breaking and disintegrating,
the system is forever dictating,
depleting and repeating
taking you from me,
breaking you and me,
we repeat to deplete
indefinitely
the process
dormant
there’s no need to rush this,
hold fire, sit tight,
we’ll find ourselves complete
when the time is right,
you can’t force metamorphosis,
we will hatch,
our new born
will form,
aborting is treason
we’re cocooned for a reason,
we can’t set sail without a tide,
we cannot grow if our roots have died,
wait, rest, convalesce,
you know you’re alive
when you’ve managed to survive
the process
Countless Projects
“time and time again
age will defy the greatest of men”
father time will subtract our mind
and fuse it together with Alzheimer’s,
he’ll slowly turn us back into a child,
containing us inside ourselves,
lost within the wild, exiled,
I know you’re in there somewhere,
I just can’t seem to pick the lock,
such a Trojan horse can’t be stopped,
our heads will die once the body starts to rot,
so where do we go from here?
I don’t believe it has to end like this,
the human body just can’t survive
an environment so toxic,
it’s clear we’re all part of an experiment,
you’ll be the one who’s diagnosed next,
our disease is positioned so perfectly
in the places we’d least expect,
tightly packed on supermarket shelves
and hidden within each poisoned breath,
there’s a killer in the air,
an addiction, crystal meth,
heroin & needles,
drug pushing pharmaceutical reps,
the pusher, the junkie
they’re one of the same,
but only one is to blame,
our illness is an industry,
our death, a temporary inconvenience,
the moment you rely on the words of a clinician,
you’ve resigned yourself to the five sense prison,
their wisdom has no latitude,
medical science can’t be viewed
as a solution to the eternal ‘why’,
they’ll simply slice you up when you die,
your organs become a set of props
used to teach the lie,
new young minds will find no answers
to man-made disease,
it’s clear we’re all part of an experiment,
you’ll be the one who’s diagnosed next,
we are the pretext, born statistics
the unwitting subjects
of countless projects
objects
thousands of the faceless break ranks,
they scramble through the make-believe
of another carefully calculated marketing ploy,
they have no control over their addictions,
materialism has overridden what’s free,
nothing of any value survives in a consumer society,
we’re in debt to the creator,
a manufactured greed
fueled by a manufactured need,
to replace meaning with objects
