Degradation of life

Rotten government

A perfumed corpse

The sweet smell

Of inherent corruption

That runs deep

To the very core

Of its being

Instituting

The decay of society

Libertine individuals

Unscrupulous politicians

Enlightened despotism

Paradoxical actions

Of bureaucratic control

Do as I say

Not as I do

Is it a well worded lie

or a linguistic gathering

for the collective

as suggested

by Bertolt Brecht

Could it be a

conflation of thoughts

strung together

in an attempt to

render a confession

Perhaps it’s to take

random words and

create an obscure flattering

for your secret lover

as Oscar Wilde did

It could possibly be

the lunatic ravings of

an erudite madman

who says he knows

but remains silent

In the end

the only one that may know

is the actual poet

who wrote it

…however…

they’ll leave it up to you

Did Nietzsche smile?

Forever somber

Memento mori

Is god dead?

Replace old illusions

With something new

Corruption of the mind

Impure thoughts manifest

Between anxieties

Weakness breeds contempt

As the strong

Inherit nothing

They simply take it

There are no limits

To life‘s disappointments

At the break of dawn

Shadows dance

With spectral gesticulations

As grotesque thoughts

Cause the frailty

Of a deranged mind

To build hallucinatory heavens

Which are occupied by

Indifferent malignant spirits

Leading to absurdity

And the creation of

Poetry without words

Behind the curtain

waits the wizard

using magic

for blatant lies

Pulling strings

pushed buttons

reflecting chaos

in troubled eyes

Malevolent thoughts

wanton actions

cause the truth

to amortize

Lies coalesce

forced delusions

continually prompt

their own demise

The truth will

set you free

so I’ve been told

when one complies

Fallacies die

as we see

that truthfulness

begins to aggrandize

Yet the curtain must

be pulled back

enabling the truth

to proselytize

Sudden flashbacks

Atrocious memories

See the innocent child

Hiding from a parent

That he loves

And loathes

Witness

The erasure of hope

He’s given up praying

Nonstop horror

Has a way of

Removing faith

I can’t forgive myself

For being born

An assured calamity

Of a metaphysical experience

Crawling out of the abyss

Into the humiliation of the self

With ambiguous lucidity

And the unique misfortune

Of an unwanted existence

Simply waiting for

The inextricable

Annihilation of life

Embracing the sweetness

Of death

Don’t act as if you know

Or cast your doubts at me

Until you’ve suffered

From walking in my shoes

And your feet have danced

In savage anger

Under the full moon

Darkness is my delight

As I pillage the sky of night

Stealing shadows from the day

Allowing love to find a way

Love is not my enemy

I’ve searched for it endlessly

Although I mostly act on lust

My want of companionship is robust

Embracing my darkness with love

Which my pain is a consequence of

Keeping myself balanced is important

Because my mind is always discordant

It’s all about control

the illusion of freedom

keeping you busy

optimizing your time

Do you feel satisfied?

sophisticated boredom

edited self-esteem

instantaneous contact

networked loneliness

We’ve lost who we were!

unlimited choices

less empirical knowledge

algorithmic propaganda

You’re told what to believe!

delusional actions

collective psychosis

Made easier by isolation!

psychotic breakdown

societal chaos

We’ve become unable

or perhaps unwilling

to think for ourselves