are we mutually exclusive illusions?

more and more i hear the fake rage, which makes me wonder, why the pretense? is it fashionable to lose your cool? to become savages and satisfy the inner fool? but all these young ones do they really understand? maybe war should come, for us to progress from our decadence.... foolish and weak while the self-righteous are oh so pompous. stupid bitches

hey lady

hey lady, when you see little ones dreaming, do you -
sigh and think of the might-bes? or scorn their light dreams?
for youth has no weight, an eternal mouth gaping
while old hunches, torn by so very many...
we are the soul, heart and ego
excited, exploring every turn and crying
for every still-born baby till
the significance was lost, hey lady,
do you still look to the skies and gasp in surprise?
rush for the first bus that comes to take you away
always away, greener pastures see
as time passes, we see, that things ain't what they seem
take a glass, another, till we're all just tipsy
when we can all just forget, ...hey lady?

the emperor's right

this is mine, divined and impetuous
a law that is as much belief and thirst
sooner speak out than to swallow my words
righteous, right?
in awe of this light turned sight
but i speak of poetic justice, eternal
the flowless; no-god; rejected from the cosmos
i and only i, there is no try
is what it is, there is no why
the mark of royalty sticks on like tattoos
but the spear came, from within, i muttered
'et tu?'

the red fever

you let yourself be cloaked in..
full red, obvious and boastful
a cannibal couldn't care less who he eats though
shed the cocoon, you vain half-form
to maintain your beauty, traits of the spiteful last born
but when danger comes, who you gonna call?
you're dead sister, the red fever's got you lost