Last Day

barreling down the path of lighted nothingness 

the natural mystic lingers in the midnight air.

hopes and dreams scatter like sticks in the wind,

hanging just within reach.

the pitch black horizon whispers of the future and the chilled breeze reminds the soul of the here and now.

the end is near, but the feeling is not mutual.

time has rendered a new beginning but the clouds of the past linger.

misty vapor fills the lungs with each nervous breathe,

time is nothing yet time is everything.

times spent and times lost are all the same and have a similar cost.

the dawn is near,

my fate is here.

Reflection

Youth in hysterical madness rolling around on dirty floors,

Knowing not and understanding very little.

Demonized and walking the streets in search of Babylon,

Smoking some translucent sensations to illuminate such direction.

On street corners, the eyeless wonders squawk and hiss

At materialized rebellion as it lingers.

The sorrows of childish bliss drip upon the tight hold of fire and ice.

Capital and all its glory hiding beneath facades of illusionary hope.

The winged beast’s warm embrace lulls the mind to pure nakedness.

Jesters rule the court and watch as the ants scatter in disarray.

In a glass case for a few to see, the animals live like they are free

Not knowing that they are captive and somebody else’s entertainment to see.  

America

America, where have you gone?

You prostituted yourself to the east and west and now you have nothing left.

Rotting like a dead carcass,

The capitalist vultures devour your lifeless body.

Oh America, what happened with you?

Just the other day we stood for something like virtue.

America, we once fought what we now have become.

I'm much too tired America but I dare not rest with you.

America, you are not America anymore,

America, go fuck yourself you cheap whore.

I'd rather die on a foreign shore, 

Than associate with what you stand for.