Parallax Discordia

Cognitive dissonance

he tells himself

as he spins webs of intrinsic value

everything is worth it in the end

experience more than definition

so many faces pointing fingers all the same

all equally guilty, clearly in this game

i split with myself, only to find it in time

learning lessons laid out, growing slowly on a vine

so whos the one to blame, being slaves in this crime

yearning inside for love, only seeing fear and malign

he wishes for all of this to be true

or it could be all an illusion

most likely tricking you

but stay close, dont fear

i got your back in this, i can see it clear

raise up, rise up, kundalini

you're on this, i'm on that, you feel me

breathe deep and inhale the life

that i spread deep, even through the strife

spanning countries, borders and timezones

lifelines and sometimes milestones

only you could pass through me, i'm like a ghost

still the woman with the most

i raise my glass to the most beautiful girl in the class

and the reason im even writing these poems

essence twins or task companions. maybe we'll find out soon

live by the sun, and love by the moon

Copyright 2016 C.S.

I'm Not From Here

Pressures inflated, time outdated

confusion always escalated

you cant help those that dont want to be helped

energies wasted, life forever hasted

coming from above, trying to spread love, is hard

when everyones put up their ephemeral guard

letting it down is the only way to grow

if you dont try, how will you ever know

beautiful things waiting on the horizon

the sun's rising and trying to bring this anew

please dont reject it, the decision is up to you

Copyright 2012 C.S.

Stolen Rhetoric

I'm a hypocrite, i'm a piece of shit

all i can be is the person inside of me

i guess it's never enough

i try and try and fail and try and fail again

the road ive walked wasnt paved with gold

everyday im wasting away, in my years i'm getting old

searching for a higher purpose than the ones already told

star crossed souls, pass through each others lives like the wind

ending sometimes, and beginning again

trapped in our own minds, strangled by time and fear we lay in stasis

is there a world outside we are missing?

is this all an illusion inside our heads?

if so, why does nothing ever work out as planned

life is a gift, its a present from past generations

how have we fucked things up so bad in such little time?

everyone needs to face their own fears to save humanity as a whole

im trying to do my part, but i still doubt the future

the next step in this game is a big one

will it work out? will it falter?

all we can do is move forward, and not stir up the past

the more i know, the less i begin to really understand

but i do know that, well never understand unless we try

Copyright 2012 C.S.