Inflating the bubble, well, pop, mm-ha, that's all there was.

Entertainment, court arraignment, and a fine line in between.
Growing older, tv's colder, we're the victims of high self-esteem.
Watch your temper, stare it down, to convert the source of rage.
We want, we need, some simple times, to freshly ink our own page.
Leak hate in through the system's gates, and tell me if they enjoy the reality of a looking glass.
Sweet history says 'Yes they do' they love calling us illegal, and themselves rational.
Back please back the fuck down I say, you monolithic accomplice ridden PIG.
Who so called you God? Not I nor my companions. Ignorance that you propagate is still a lie.
I've never heard of any want, except the want to love and help and realize one another,
so that mutually, yeah, we can enjoy experience ten-fold what is possible in a perpetual fiction.
I won't suggest that I have authority over judging your mis-takes.
For if I am your brother and not your God (as we all are siblings in soul) then I cannot sell you any form of an unworthy status-quo. That little fact, I mean, does it not call to attention, that our "should-be" siblings in government, also cannot implement irrational logic as Law? Especially in an age such as the time has brought upon, where enlightenment of the true and corrupt version of history has been simply revealed. The perspective of which they've had us dismiss at the elementary level.

Gentle people of today, are fighting for whats always been fought for, at enough of a common-sense level, to the point where I wretch inside when the iron-fist of assholes pull off the illusion of having the upper hand. I don't even know how to conclude this with a firmer statement.

or whatever.

thinkin' bout conception, of all things ever been,
and the imposing means of being, just trying to justify it's own ends.

clean slates aren't just granted gifts,
what's destined? i'll make sense of this.
oh i'll make sense of what's come up.
and i'll bury your bones before they stagnate in your room..

..or in your soul..

..cause love's a callin' and it's world-wide now.
can't try and pretend like we were always somehow,
dialectic martyrs with a hint of sangria.
cause we were deadly vodka tonics
just numbing their pain, due to lack of handing out a meaning.
and we keep it locked up in case we need it in our next life.

and on and on we will run around and play musical chairs until somebody plants a tree and shares the shade on a hot summer day.

Helter skeleton.

Uncertainty, like disease, leaves me standing weak at the knees.
Life's highs and lows have dropped me somewhere in the middle of a war.
No high is enough, no low is all that forgiving.
I now understand the concept of a steep downward spiral.
When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the slide,
where I stop and turn and I go for a ride, till I get to the bottom and I see you again.
I'm comin' down fast but baby don't let me break you.
I'm comin' down fast but don't let me break you.
Will you won't you.. want me to make you?
I can make it better, in the end.
I can be what hasn't come. I can cue a clash of the races.
Not between dark skinned and light skinned,
but rather, between those who have cleansed their own souls,
and those that refuse to wash away the misguiding scum that covers theirs.
The duel of duality is at hand, while divine truth itself is at stake.
It will ring like a symphony, brass pinned against wood,
but my destiny knows I can't dance a fraction of how much I can love.
I'm scared of the unknown, and yet I'll find my way.
Maybe I'll search the skies for a woman bearing diamonds.
First though, I need to find courage to keep the future intact within me, otherwise without me.
I'll water this blooming dream for now, the 'rest' (ha) later.

~ps~ the universal human apocalypse is nothing but the acceptance of transcendence,
but without politeness of patience for those who stall during their journey inward.