Left lane, right hemisphere.

Keep in the right lane, don't venture over
We don't want to encourage negative behavioral patterns.
Its best to just keep in the right lane...
I know, I know... it doesn't technically matter...
Because it's an unspoken rule...
Just do it...

May my life always be lived out in the left lane,
the right hemisphere, and to the best of my desire.

Awe is my spirituality

Filters off, everything done
All we see bounces and nothing is stable
Will we ever find an answer
That trumps time?

Awe is my spirituality
It never ceases to amaze
Is it infinite though?
Can this trump time?

It's a nice potential

Let life never cease to astound me.
It's fucking 2008 and everything.

Voting: The Historic Presidential race of 2008 for the office of American President. Who will you pick?

Triumph in every corner of the arena ensues!
Shouts of clamorous victory
Cover the nation
As the puppet elect stands at the platform
To give his speech

All of it lies.
All of it empty promises
To make our lives better, happier, safer, more convenient.
And the people roar.

The whole time, change lied in the people
And no one gave a shit.
Which leads us to now.

Now we're voting on a puppet.
Same as always.
But we have to pick wisely.
We have to pick the puppet who will inspire us.
Inspire us into action, out of apathy.
Into change, out of convenience.
Into progress, out of digress.

Good luck America.
You were great.
You're fucked. You're so fucked.

We together are GOD

We together make up GOD.
When we pray, we talk to the human spirit.
When we discover, we give thanks to the human spirit.

Kill religion. Let it die.
As it lies on its deathbed, let us remember the good and bad:
The comfort and security; the oppression and violence.

Struggle.

Optimism, oh isolated optimism
On your island in a sea of despair.
Will you shine your light once more?
Or will we forget your name?

I swam all night and all day,
Searching for just a glimpse of your shores.
To no avail, I have drowned once more.
Oh optimism, when will we see you again?

The goal is to better yourself.

Under the system's beautiful look
Lies a broken gear
It just lies on the ground away from the others
But is it needed just the same?
How can the system function with a missing gear?

It leads one to believe that the system cannot function.
Or if it appears to work, then it isn't working fully.
For if we are the sum of our parts,
And a part disappears;
Then our sum differs from the right answer.
The whole equation breaks down.

I'm inclined to say that if humans run systems,
and no one is perfect,
Then no system is perfect.

Why do we have systems? Do they make our lives easier?
I don't see how the systems in place will last for much longer.
All systems will fail. Even our own organic system will fail,
And we will perish.

So why should we fight for a system doomed to nonexistence?
Are we fighting for our children?

Is my pessimism too much?
Is my optimism not enough?
Should I just subscribe to the systems at hand;
Or should I work from the inside to change them?
What change am I working for?
Who am I trying to save?

Cynicism has taken ahold of my soul.
I am unsure of everything.
I can't focus.
I can't see the reason for anything,
besides bettering myself.
But what change am I working for?
Why do I seek to better myself?

I guess that the goal of bettering myself
Remains a goal.
If I am not striving to better myself,
Then I will remain stagnant, or digress;
Both of which sound worse than the first goal.

So it remains as a goal whose primary reason
is to combat digression or plateaus.

Time isn't about to bend for intentions

Exhaustion seeps in like a bucket of water
Trying to extinguish the flame of my mind
But I will take my time
I'm not ready for the dream world
Not today

The list of things to do just keeps piling up
I can't make my life shut up
Its true that the world keeps spinnin
But I'm not cool with the pace
Give me time, give me grace
I'm doing the best I can in this place!

I want to put forth my best effort
But time isn't about to bend for intentions
I have to do it fast no matter the representation

Because time is not on our side
No place to hide, no kids to cry, don't live don't die,
Don't fly high, ride the tide, individualize, live a lie.
All you're allowed are thoughts of suicide.

And all I wanted was for clocks to cease
To end their endless rant, each little beast
So shut the hell up, just give me some peace.

To my kid's kid's kid's kid's kid

I can't stop wondering about the future
I can't stop picturing what its like
Is their still poor, still war, famine and strife?
Or will we figure this out: what is life?

Will their be darkness
Will their be nothing
Dead or alive?
Organic or synthesized?
I can't justify this compromise!

Any way I wrap my head
All I see is everyone dead!
Will it end?

Here we go, 4, 3, 2, 1
Exploding sun
Just give me the gun
I'm done.

Don't worry some are still thinking of you...

I hope you get this too:

We tried
but everything we fried
was what we used to call "being truly alive".
I can't remember why
But when we found out what we did
We all sat down to wait
Not help, not care, only hate
oh Apathy, you have been our fate.
But now it's too late.

Human Curiosity Cease!

Sitting in karma's office
awaiting the full extent of my punishment
I wonder what I did that caused all of this?

Was I too mean, or is it just my turn?
When will I learn?

I ask myself these rhetorical questions
Constantly aware of chance
and the dichotomy of mystics and logics

It seems so mystical
But logic always wins.

Or does it?

How much can we attribute to mysticism?
And in what ways is mysticism valid?


Questions progress
Rarely answered.
Human curiosity cease!
Call off your guards!
Let us be content.

Waiting

Wandering down a road half gone
Away from my dreams
Away from the sun.

Wondering a thought half lost
Into a hole
Away from my home.

Future calling
Future beckons
To a new dream stalling
In the light of the daytime.

Let me keep it just this one
Let me keep the bright sun
Til the day ceases, just this once?

From the head of a missing man
Comes the reason to stand.
I am!
I am!
I know that you are
The driving purpose of this car.

To the future.