Do you ever feel like youre dying
like your existence is lying to you
and you find yourself desperately trying
to come back from the pit from
where the beast is lying,
justifying his feast of your flesh,
bit by bit it takes from you
and there is no shying away from what it makes of you
it's all flying bullshit
and its hitting the fan like no time before
with nuclear force,
untying the fabric of our realizations and securities
undyeing that same weave revealing gray impurities.

As children we feared nature
animals, darkness, and deep water
magnifying and mystifying
our wondrous fear abounded
Now that we are more mature
we fear only each other constantly
eyeing our brother and trying
to decide how normal humans should act when in fact we
are only denying the world our light supplying
the fuel for the machine we're gradually relying on but
now that those gears are grinding and the sparks are
flying
we're slowly realizing that the peace it had so long been implying
was in fact a sham, a dragon cleverly disguising itself as
unity
that dragon is now thriving under the title of conformity.

So **** all your lying
all your self satisfied smiling,
sneers belying the underlying truth:

you're just another wolf in the pack

but lately i've been allying with myself, and
I have to admit,
I've been spying on the human race lying
in wait at the finish line, finely drawn in the sands
at the edge of time
where shadows meet the rainbows,
where the only thing worth
beautifying
is the very nature of the crime,
a crime of passion and heart
no longer passifying our minds
by classifying me as an animal, just another piece of meat
sizzling in the frying heat with every other monkey who
once had dreams of defying the gravity of society
It sure takes the weight off doesn't it?
denying a gift of superiority in favor of
beast mentality

So I built myself a castle on an island                                                                                            a fortress against the outlying world,
testifying my feelings and beliefs and
fortifying those eggshell ideals behind
stone and steel and undying strength.
But the waves are crashing higher with each sunrise
the mortar is cracking, the babies are crying
the crumbling walls no longer sanctifying
all that is me... all that is unique.
I've been trying, Lord knows I've been trying
I shout at the sky but nobody's replying
how long can I hold out, with
waters rushing in
the waves are multiplying
i'm clawing for higher ground, futily
misapplying my short time left.
individual faces stretching for my soul
uniqueness lost glorifying the whole
I could never be like that
There is no dignifying end to that
so with one hand on an angel

and the other held aloft 

 knee deep in sighing waves

I let go
I take off

Now whenever i feel like Im dying
I shake off that nagging notion
because its only a splash from the ocean

over which I am flying

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Posted by Munky 2008-02-04 01:12:25 .... Good work. I like how it gradually picked up momentum. I'm also on board with your ideas. This world just consumes you and drags you into its giant whirlpool. In the end we have to endure a meaningless existence until we die. + Report this comment
Posted by psYchic_spOnge 2008-02-04 15:22:46 .... thanks man. if it helps with anyone reading it, the flow seems kinda sucky but i was trying to build up momentum like munky kinda said. dont pause at the end of lines or anything, just when there's punctuations. and read it as fast as you can! idk thats how it was going through my head when i wrote it. + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-02-07 23:17:02 .... Phew i tried reading this aloud, quite a lung deflater! I think as a rant, this works man. By which I mean I picture someone meditating and having realisations like this. + Report this comment
Posted by C.R. Vard 2008-02-10 18:27:27 .... i liked all the recurring rhyme and assonance with the word 'dying.' it was a bit of a rant tho. really liked the last stanza though, how true it is + Report this comment
Posted by psYchic_spOnge 2008-02-11 13:38:02 .... well it is a rant. i was angry when I wrote it. i was ranting. writing is kinda therapeutic for me, which is why its gets lighter at the end i guess + Report this comment

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