ALONE IT IS

 

you were meant to find solace in religion but it’s mystery lies in its revisionist lies

leaving you to accrue a wealth of critical thinking outside the box often abandoned to isolationism 

The nuclei of it’s generated stratosphere’s 

Surprised that solitude is seductive

 

You see one day while sleeping I thought I heard a concept and I kicked my feet out of the atmosphere

and woke up in another town unaware that my debris was stardust forming new planets for energy that just wanted to dance

I had at last become the man with no name

 

Individuality like originality is isolating by default

Society is a team effort as is its demise from distributed offerings of destructive power  

making every commute a mute meeting 

Convening

The science of collective thinking sprinkled over stocks of individual consciousness like marinations of morning seasoning

sprayed overhead like military 

molotovs on Khmer Rouge  

while the isolated watch as though they were in the loft

thinking 

stop this train I want to get off 

 

 

Sometimes it’s cool just chilling with God

Negotiating coming back as Brian cox’s rucksack

freedom being a faceted deconstruction

 

Most people who couldn't care less about awareness special being radical

Every given morning people conforming even though it's gotten boring

objectifying yourselves as your own worst enemy cause you don’t want to be lonely

and the alternative is to burn bridges that turned the unknown into a dark cold sea

where I have no idea what you could possibly want from me 

 

 

sizing up the synthesis of my moulding

Seems you can’t see that we are both features of a landscape

so sing a song of numbskulls

as I bounce it off my barrier 

since you’re too subordinate to calculate the co-ordinates you