the purity conflict

the purity conflict


I don't know who to believe
the soothing drones with a history of new thought
or
the leather licked walls
of times I never had

the touch of a seductive tongue,
lights smeared on black hallways

blinded by the glare
of things you will never see

or you could follow the slow motion
of amber colored smoke

allow it to cloud your reality
and drift in and out of consciousness

it is always safe, you land on the soft buzzing drone
of sleepy emotion

this mono tone world has no judgment
no game to win
no answers
and no questions to ask

the money queen

the money queen


we all cower to the screams
of the mad money queen

she holds a court of contempt
and the sky above her is frightened with rain

the clouds swirl with a force above nature

her foot soldiers receive a sliver of her corrupted compassion

and small chocolate bottles of liquor
are passed out to the new followers

days in the cube 1

days in the cube 1

I have to slip away
in to the madness
so I can correct what change had started

I don't want to feel anymore
the hunt for purity is to exhausting
the prizes to rare

I have now ingested small towers of tablets
the windows in today's city are my glass eyes

level three of space has begun
but the stinging still exists deep inside

there is so much work to be done
to clean my soul
so I may finally own it