Monday, March 10, 2025

"My Ideology"

 A chaotic ideology corrupted.
Thoughts of anarchy invading.
Questioning my calm insanity.
My fragile grip on reality fading.
Pawn in a celestial chess game.
My tattered soul is the damn prize.
Good and evil tugging Fate's strings.
Through their maze, I fight to survive.
Inside a downward spiral of apathy.
Fighting through the chains of doubt.
Clinging onto the last spark of hope.
As I keep clawing my way back out.
The darkness keeps testing my faith.
The demons whisper my transgressions.
Refusing to give into their mind games;
Fighting through waves of depression.
A new peaceful ideology takes shape.
Thoughts of my future taking hold.
No longer questioning my sanity
As I embrace visions of growing old.

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

"The Limelight"

 
In the limelight,
Hiding behind a mask.
In the darkness,
Shadows of their past.
In this steel jungle
They're trying to survive.
Amongst the concrete,
Fighting for their lives.
A needle or pills
Promises them salvation
A bottle of false hope
Leads them to damnation.
Fading neon lights
Shining on spent shells.
The chalk outlines
Echoing sombering knells.
Fallen angel wings
Lining the earthen graves.
As the hell hounds
Dance in their demonic rave.
In the moonlight,
We succumb to the past.
In the darkness,
Our souls turned to ash.

Saturday, December 14, 2024

"Amongst The Stars"

Amongst the stars
Our dreams slumber.
We strive to achieve
The life we hunger.
The weight of doubt
Holding us downward.
The chains of fear
Drag us backwards.
Our fragile soul shackled
By thoughts of morality.
Hearts forever frozen
By visions of anxiety.
Amongst the wreckage
We look to the heavens.
Questioning our deities
As we cry our confessions.
Across the webs of Fate,
We weave out our legacy.
Across the passage of time
The angels record our victory.
Amongst the fading stars
Our bodies now slumber.
We vanish into the abyss
Our hearts unencumbered.

Wednesday, November 20, 2024

"Rolling Winds"

 In the rolling autumn winds
Brews a storm of uncertainty.
Whispered rumors of anarchy
Drowned by chaotic broadcasts.
Algorithms try to fuel the flames.
Negativity flashes across screens.
A simple conversation about peace
Turns into an uncivilized war of trolls.
Misinformation spewed by rage bait;
Science is now questioned by inquisition.
Religious zealots burning written words
As they worship idols on their screens.
Somewhere buried in all this hatred
Are the quiet screams for humility.
We cannot keep living through fear.
We cannot keep fighting through hate.
We're meant to be creatures of empathy,
And not blind monsters fueled by apathy.
We shouldn't be digging massive graves
In the mushroom clouds filling the sky.
In the frigid, rolling autumn winds
Approaches a storm of uncertainty.
Somewhere in the end of all the chaos
We will find peace or our total demise.

Saturday, November 9, 2024

"Black and White"

 
Black and white words
Strewn across the page.
Full of hope and dreams,
Not colored red with rage.
They define our thoughts.
They shape our very soul.
They pass down our lore
To the youth from the old.
A single word has the power
To make a dead heart beat.
A simple word can destroy
All joy, and make you bleak.
We need to choose wisely;
Spreading love and empathy.
Not fuel the fires of hatred;
A growing tempest of apathy.
Use your colorful vocabulary;
Build beacons of tranquility.
Refrain from spewing hate;
Erecting prisons of hostility.
Black and white words
Strewn across the page
Full of hope and dreams,
Not a single thought of rage.

Saturday, September 7, 2024

"Leave Behind"

 A fleeting thought 
Drifting through time.
Forgotten dreams
Fade into nothingness. 
The crossroads of fate
Spun into webs of deceit.
The slow decay of time
Eroding at your soul.
The entropic symphony 
Of Death's slow march.
Cold winds of despair 
Dimming spirit's fire.
A sliver of Hope's light
The staccato of your heart.
The last shred of humanity 
Held up by unbroken will.
To weave your destiny 
Into the tapestry of time.
A legend that inspires 
The future of mankind.
Even the smallest ripple
Forever changes history.
What will you leave behind?
An epic of overcoming odds?
A message of optimism?
The choice is within you.

Monday, August 26, 2024

"In The Name of Greed"

 
Broken promises
And broken bottles.
Dreams shattered;
Our hopes toppled.
Nonstop fighting
No backing down.
Against the wall;
On the cold ground.
Emptied casings
Filling up morgues.
Their blood money
Paying out rewards.
All to push product
Flooding the streets.
Our future generation
Under those sheets.
Our cries ignored
By crooked cops.
Senseless killings
They will never stop.
Blood stained alleys
In the name of greed.
We will always rally
Until we are freed.