chasing our tails…

we invent things
to
believe in
it’s the nature
of
man
the void we live in
makes
it necessary
to
have some
purpose
in
the universe
a universe
where
even the planets
and
stars
are surrounded
by
the dark
and
airless
void
we
search for others
on distant stars
not
so much for
scientific reasons
but
in the hopes
that
they
may have found
the
purpose
which
has
eluded us
till then
we continue
to
invent things
to
believe in

​devolution…

man’s
barbaric soul
is tightly shrouded
in the black cloth
of
superiority
claiming to be
ordained
as
the earth’s keeper
all
that has been
kept
are
animalistic behaviors
a willingness
to kill
his own kind
for
territory
and
like any beast
routing out
his enemies’ children
leaving them
dead
on the battlefield
so his
young
may prosper
a limited
form
of humanity
since
even his own young
will be sacrificed
for
the protection
of
the territory
the scent
of
death
is everywhere
it
permeates
the cloth
of
the flag
power
always portrayed
as
the color red
the color
of
shed blood

clear-cutting…

how is it
that
lives
can be held
in
such disdain
by
believers
of
this
or
that god
believers who
can
without
remorse
remove
the breaths
of
souls
from
a place
their
god
has created
then
toss their remains
in
a mass grave
and
feel
sanctified
with
the taste
of
blood
in the cup
of
their existence

tilak…

you needn’t speak
what
you are
is in
what
you do
it burns
your flesh
from
the inside
giving you
no place
to hide
while the smell
of
your
singed soul
spills
from
your body
marking
you
for
that
which lies
just beneath
the facade
of
your existence