I, The Construct

I, the construct
Of your imagination
Birthed into darkness
And given to inflation
Grow tired and weary
Of your constant hesitation
Give in to indecency
And delicious temptation
Your spirit calls out
For a morsel of deceit
Just a small taste
And a chance to repeat
Your will
Possesses the strength of pure steel
You, wretched waste
You will stumble and keel
Your weak attempts
To extinguish my presence
As an infant, a child
Into adolescence

Now an adult
You stand unafraid
To face the construct
You so purposefully made

Worldly View

Restructured sentiment

Growing from a black hole

Disembodied moments

Speak directly to my soul

Upper-crust malice

Always trickles down


misinterpreted apologies


Feed them to the hounds


Soundless nights

In a foghorn sea

Darkened lighthouses

Direct and guide me

Ramblings of a madman

Straight from the heart

Easy to dismiss

But still a form of art

Staring at your enemies

As they pass you in the fray

Threatening looks

Warn to stay away

This is a territory

Riddled with mystique

Sometimes unfortunate

But often times unique

I guess the key is patience


And just a touch of luck 


And I find that on occasion


It's worth walking through the muck

Deep Thoughts

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Sincerely,
Certified Genius

Narrated Daydreams

Narrated Daydreams 

Stuck between

My in-betweens

New worlds pass before my eyes 

Severing reality's ties

Better times are had here 

By this intoxicating mirror

Bring me up 

From bottom's down

Smiling faces

Smiling frowns

This world behind the mirror

Begins to make no sense

Discrepancies in this domain

Are large and intense

It seems to me 

This world can't be 

Like the absence of roots

From a fully grown tree

But my thoughts are cut short 

Abruptly truncated 

Because I've returned

Consciousness belated 

Out of Place

I am a giant
In a world of Davids
Rock to the head makes me feel slated
Immortally wounded
Words cut deep
Skin of steel makes me feel complete
Tiresome antics
From my unfamiliars
Their taunts have become
Quite peculiar
Sweet disregard becomes my savior
Turn a blind eye to their behavior
Ruler of the world for only one day
Accept my decree
Then fade away

To become a legend
A testament to the ages
The wisdom of a monk
One of many sages
No longer out of place
No longer out of line
It seems that this giant's gonna' be just fine

Through The Realm of Closed Eyes

Don't forget the dream
Words from a keen
Mind
My aspirations are lead by the blind
Corrective decisions
Second chances will be mine

The goal lies in front of me
Like carrots on a stick
Distractions surround me
Like zombies in a horror flick

What was that I saw
Through sleep clouded eyes
A vision of my victory
A vision of my rise

Just keep going
Please don't stop
My destiny calls me closer
It's gonna' take a lot

Retroactive memories
Unenlightened epiphanies
Keep me from my purpose
But nothing can hinder me

A faded recollection of a technicolored thought
Speaks in volumes
My purpose will be sought
My will
With the strength
Of some unearthly metal
Reality can't stop
This focused rebel
I glimpsed it from a distance
A long time back
I will fall into space
As if the earth were flat
I'm reaching
For something
A long way out
I will walk away unscathed
From this restless bout
I'm floating on thin air
Just because I can
My purpose will define me
And tell me who I am
Waking eyes
Cause pause
But never full desist
These visions have their flaws
Nonetheless I shall persist
I'm peeking through the seam
Of which I tore myself
I won't forget the dream
I've put it on my shelf