Reaper/ Machines

We operate like machines
Breathing, relieving sighs, that we never have to abide to the strife of the those without the means to ride the tides,
 so shallow swelling dry
And decide that our live are meant to repent
to help grow tolerant of our content selfish wishes
Dismissing the pains of our brothers and sister stars, sols, suns born from one timeless germination of countless sensations as you were
Guided only by the stigma of their shortcomings
Undone by the hands that chose to respond to their longing with scraps of “charity” instead of sincerity,
Do you really believe the higher powers wish to vanquish their needs?
We could lend seeds instead of crumbs to show we could throw honor to the beggars
Instead of pity
What an arrogant state of affairs
Though we tend not to care comfortable as the puppeteer pulling the hearts of harping hardened souls who never fully adjust to this numbing cold in need of winds of change  

The moment were unneeded we believe we are defeated so we beat the same dead horse of self remorse
But we need each other more than this heart of mine can transcribe
All for the sore bodies on the grounded floor and lives left in ruins
Watch what you're watching, and the actions and words of dormant power you swap with soda pop thoughts bound to rot you outside in
And as we adore pleading to ourselves for our pity filled charity in truly absent thought
It's better than nothing
and our hearts open for the little things
But we can't be as senseless as we perceive,
better yet allow ourselves to be as is  and when we know it isn't enough

Contentment is a poisonous sensation to know  when satisfaction has yet to be achieved
So selfishly again you may believe yours is the only need of yours
in plain sight
I don't believe in it I refuse to believe the powers that be can't figure that our program is a distraction to the larger fraction of the masses masked by the glory our nation  
Sleeping lambs dressed in culture as the wolves and their brethren bloodhound with crude family trees, soulless soldiers of death ceaseless hand are prowling over them
Extinguishing the lights of the dim dawns never recluse because the vile veil is so bittersweetly worn over their eyes

I tend to believe so naturally that I'm just another observer
In a faction of hopelessness
And a battle to oppose the force is amok outside
And these childish wishes are never ending
I wish I could rest my mind and my hands
But when I wake and the stakes deepen and the tension of the proverbial skin sunk in
Sunken as the feeling of death by the hands of brethren sink
Occurring as quickly as It takes my eyes to blink
And even more damned is the way the rates are practically fastened to the action
Damn them
And damn you for openly pretending
Lending a clueless diction on Your tongue
I did the same but at least the words stung my brain and bane reclaimed my own
So I own up to the failures I no longer wish to hold
Blow the unknown out of the waters I sip
Over-standing that as long as air fills my lungs my passage scattered in blank livelihood will be to rip away the Webbed hood over my perception

I believe there is deception in the actions of those who lead the many in the chaos of a lack disclosure
As they keep ape shit composure and subdue the Acknowledgement of ignorance,
Bound to be repeated again
And I could be preaching to the choir but how come everything stays the same
I'm really praying that this dim little light of mine may highlight and brighten emerging minds from the dark
And that my words are more than just marks on a page
But a script to bliss
without arrogance, ignorance, and idiocy and can bring not the insanity that seems to be the idiom of our realities ideology
Biology and installed psychology due to the Divine hand of history molding another body and mind
To mind their deeds and behave accordingly with scruples that better not be taboo to the baboons who rule you

As you drift orderly to fascinating ex-existentialism
And rid yourselves of cells, thought provoking heaven and Hell's, senses in which weighed less than your thoughts did
The tomb in which you slept met your soul before you were six feet deeper than the sol we hold so dearly could bury you in rays to reawaken you before death could hold its hand and graciously gracefully take you
With no refuse
And send you towards hurdles of miraculous hopes and how you abided to struggles as you
double-down-under-take
the tale you tucked
Sapped clean of your dreams
Unseen, unheard, submerged now in energetic fantasies of why can't I be  
When you wouldn't lift a finger to change your position
So the juxtaposition of your myth based decisions will forever be your failure to fallout out of line and read the signs that something is surely wrong
But trying will take time and you need pleasure
The consequences make you cringe but yet your repeat them
Again and against your better judgment
What a predicament you're in now
As you plow through the Safeway you wished to stay in harvesting memories of a stasis in Which you recite the frights you think you know are right
Though you are and remained righteous in your will and way and you fulfilled your wants as they came
For whatever that's worth

Your hearse is still stationary and dreary  
I wonder if through symbology you can you hear me as I scream in sharp silence
It maybe worthless
I'm quite aware of my plight to produce light from the penetrating ring of nothing
I know I truly am what I am
I only ask what of you
What will you do
Before the doors close
And there is no proof of or meaning to all you've reaped and sown