This Would Be Nice Today...

Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again? 
Oh, I don't think I can wait that long
Oh you see that I'm not that strong

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears 
Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have 
I been lying here? What am I doing in this place? 
Why does the doctor have no face?

Oh, I can't crawl across the floor Ah, 
Can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm trying to score.

Well it just goes to show things are not what they seem 
Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams. 
Oh can't you see I'm fading fast? And that this shot will be my last.

Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool cool hands on my head 
Ah come on, Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed
'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead 
You can sit around and you can watch all the clean white sheets stained

red.

The Reflecting Ray

There is a light that shone on the shore
Some say it doesn't shine anymore
Some say it's just too dull to see
But maybe these propositions aren't reality
There is a fog in the air, but one nobody can see
The light is too dull to break the fog
But it is too bright to see
Observations forming thoughts that come to me
Show the light is nor broken, bright or dull
It has no prejudice; It just wants to be free

As the sun rises on one side, it has set in the other
To a dark side, there is always one forever bright
The world alit is never out of sight
Fireflies remain, even in the darkest days and blackest nights
Like a deer, you can always find a stream
And if you have searched on and on
Never finding fire, you assume the light is gone
But close your eyes, you will see it in your dreams
Because the light has no prejudice, it just wants to live free

Cloudy skies cast a calm cold shadow on the land
The darkness devours the great greenspace
Like a face without a man
And so we wait, and wait
Eventually the clouds shall dissipate
The sun shines down through the earth
To the land, the sea, and unto me
I reflect upon the light that's reflecting on me
Reflecting in my soul, I see now what it means
I am the light
I just want to be free

Intrinsic Deception

Deluded I am, time and time again. Betrayal is a force driven by man, plaguing my mental vitality. The lack of trust I accrue from those considered f(r)iends is as useful to my conviction as an extolment rendered aspersion. With a conscience so ravished, I am lead to assume anonymity will fortify my existence as a human being. I see purpose in solidarity and consequently introversion. As it would seem, any credence I endow is a means to dishonesty. Through years riddled with unfaithfulness and contempt, I have increasingly been required to erect barriers, for we seem to not possess self control yet are consumed by avarice; "give a man a key, he cannot not open the door. Give him something free and he'll resell it to the poor." Humanity is the embodiment of a rational mind gone astray. Blinded to the riches we are bestowed, solely searching for happiness through others' vicarious suffering. I struggle to comprehend these selfish ideologies, but, nevertheless, I would rather be a complete recluse than perpetually fooled. A civilization where vice dominates is one I would hastily exile myself from. They are just "one big myoma that thinks [their] planet supports only [them]," including all other inhabitants of this gaseous ball that would benefit to explode. I do understand that not all of humanity suits this description. However, through my trials and experience, I have developed a misanthropic disposition. I lament this fact, but sadly it has helped me defend myself time and time again. It atrophies my sociability. It exhausts my motivational resources like one clear-cut forest after another. I recognize this mundane society with much abhorrence and displeasure - morality has degenerated and virtue has been distorted.

The loss of my innocence seems to have catalyzed the demise of my enjoyable existence. Admittedly, I do take pleasure in some situations. It is rare and scarce. I fail to find solace in the drink, exercise, or relaxation. Only in my dreams can I escape this insipid reality I could call my legacy. Increasingly less are my aspirations to fulfill something achieved. "I sit on my ass all goddamn day. A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to say." I can connect to very few in my life. Myriads of acquaintances have found means to successfully sanction my abandoning of them. Whether by dishonesty or judgmental points of view that would, in their eyes, compromise my integrity. All the users, liars, thieves, they incessantly potentate my anxiety and cynicism, and for good reason. These personalities are invasive, and impartial to any altruism you have to offer. To dig deep under one's skin just to devour the body from the inside out. The most evil instill a sense of trust and friendship through a lengthy period of time, then demolish it at the foundation, as were their intentions all along. This has left me exhausted. Finding it hard to perceive most trust as veracious, leading to my current antisocial nature.

I attempt as best as possible to be pacifistic. Well aware of my capabilities as a human, a non-aggressive approach is prudent and crucial to my future. As a Scottish proverb states, "where vice is, vengeance follows," and I would prefer not to succumb to that path. But all I have to show for it is recessive benevolence and a self-ostracized being. In theory, complete coexistence is possible. My yearning is for this to come to pass, but, until all humans cease autonomic functions, it is too demanding. Though it can be achieved in an interpersonal manner, I find it difficult to find more than three or four people who reciprocate these inclinations. Regretfully, I am obliged to identify and expunge the many nefarious individuals from my life, but, when I do discover a devout, steadfast individual, perhaps my endeavors are not as pointless as they seem.  In time, absolution will be granted to my pondering.

The Electronic Era

I surf the air and through your wires
Invading your home, I am smoke lacking fire
My subtle persuasion penetrates through your pores
My permeating power invades you subconscious

I, a coercive tyrant without a face
Will consume your thoughts and leave no trace
My vocation to procure wealth with stealth
Your anonymous dictator, I decide what you will be

World renowned and resurgent with your every blink
You write with my ink, I consume what you think
In my immense supply I instigate demand
Silently singing the song stuck in your head

Your conformity clearly endorsed on shirts and shoes
Ignorant to all but the views of the news
My persuasive propaganda procures your personality
I set the status quo so you can follow like an ant

From radio waves to satellite transmissions
Internet adds and subliminal television
I get inside your head as a splinter in the skin
I methodically manipulate the minds of myriads of consumers

A subversive strategy syphonin your savings
Transcending impulses of material cravings
Infallibly rampant and impossible to ignore
Your life I live, freedom of choice I abolish