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Pressures inflated, time outdated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.

Solipsistic Existensia

I melted away from everything i know to be “true” in this realm and became part of a giant wheel thats spinning, or a page that is turned over, ever so slowly. Just one page in an ever growing book. The sprawled fabric of life was laid before me clean and untainted, undefined. I died and turned to plastic fluidity. One with the divine nature of reality as it flowed in synchronicity revealing itself in bi polar waves of emotions. Frightened but at peace with what was happening. It felt as if humanity was unaware collectively of its own beauty, and also its own ugliness. Ultimately our purpose. The balance of futility was strong. We are all trapped in time. Everything connected to everything else. Stuck in rhythm. The organism that birthed us is the only one that can take us away.

Floating. Sinking. Dying

Copyright 2012 C.S. (Salvia Poem)

Fed Up But Still Hungry

Spoonfed these lies for ages
the masses sit in wait for the rewritten pages
no longer will they be manipulated through FEAR
the blood lines that drain goldmines
can no longer climb

the pyramid our social structure is based on
the all seeing eye

is nearly peripherally blind
shadow government? definately
but they missed one small spot

the darkness our souls have been trapped in
it brought light into the hearts of the people
you really think u can trust this black man?
when the NWO shit hits the fan

its gunna be time to make a stand
unity is a right by virtue

we're not separate from anything
our consciousness is molded by someone other than ourselves
theres more of us than there is of them

although the money runs deeper than the depths of hell
if everyone did what they want for a living

they wouldnt have brainwashed consumers
the rap game is perpetuating militaristic ideals
its not gangsta to be a media puppet 
following these belief systems

that selling drugs will make u a superstar
are FAR FAR from the actual truth

sell your soul to the devil for fame and u shall perish in flames
theres almost no way to not play the game

this life struggle of happiness and pain
the artists created the universe and its time we take it back

Distant Relevance

wishing upon a shooting star
this distance kills me
deepening the love wounds with imminent scars
reiterating whats real loses meaning after time
"you've said this so many times before"
i'm trying the best i can
what else can i do from afar
my mark in history has its tales
some of them wins, some of them fails
behind every great man, is woman even greater
some loves lost, some saved for later
no ones innocent in this quest for companionship
the recluse cant see the point in substitution
it's so misleading and so obtuse
no one can deny the urge for contact
but seeing things for how they are is abstract
you can fall forever and never hit love
these signs could be a message from above
everyone is alone and dying
with each minute that passes life is only lying
as epic as that is, its the way that it came to be
we're forever chasing twilight, craving new in this life
the coming pressure on the tides, sweepin in fate on a joyride
so many explosions in the sky they might as well be a mogwai
ambiance fills the room, rushes of sleep fill the gloom
flow with the pattern, make imprints that loom
shining with a glow

something i'll never know to be true
i'm lacking the motivation only brought on by you

Copyright* CS 2009

Rendered Blind

I choke up on words
Thoughts rendered useless
words escape like sweet serenity
my mind is tragically entwined with bitterness
signs rendered unseen
the confusion sets in
fear takes hold..
feelings are deteriorating
thoughts rendered blind
i look up only to notice
gray skies reveal
broken dreams
and shattered opinions
filled with images of what should have been done
empty regrets
open shallow promises
of what never happened

Copyright* CS