self destruction

Humanity's Fire

Long ago man started a fire,

it was small, tiny, on the brink,

but it kept burning, smoldering,

until it found new sources to grow.

 

It grew slowly, consuming more,

exponentially larger, grander,

man marveled at its creation,

that could destroy so much. 

 

It begins to consume man,

and man begins to fight it,

Frantically, full of panic, 

piling water onto it.

 

But so many men love the fire,

they deny its hand in consuming others,

that it is a myth so others will smother out

their greatest invention that gives them so much

 

power.

 

For those who can direct the fire care not,

whether it consumes an ant or an aunt,

because it gives them control over all,

those who fight it are condemned.

 

The condemned have outgrown the not,

but fire is a mighty foe that has grown vast,

it unlocks now for itself more raw material,

the extinction of many species trivialized. 

 

Mass extinction by fire. 

 

Will the new stewards halt the progress?

Or is too much consumed that now

the smoke and soot will bury them?

Slowly, the condemned become the saviors. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A quick write. It's a bit on the nose but whatever. 

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self unaware

A bottle, a knife, a loaded mental gun. What could possibly go wrong? Welcome home  welcome home . A wicked citty. A garden of booze easy sex and madness . ive had my fill of bourbon my brain set ablaze  the mission tonight. Nothing productive. a blade stabbing a subway sign. Guns drawn. Drop the knife scumbag! On the fucking ground! 

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Adulthood

That difference in result that I expect,
offered from another's intellect,
had showed me it might pay to be insane,
should my repeated actions gather fame.

 

The answer to my self destructive ways,

a question gone unanswered countless days,
Crying to the sowers of this seed,
a burden now with which I have been freed,

 

Freed to be the master of this game,
Freed from the need to complain or pass blame,
Freed from the need to suffer from my pain,
Freed to accept the pavers of this path,
To take the wheel, steer clear of wrath,

 

Chaos and discomfort I shall own,
as tools for the foundation of my home.

The time has come for me to love myself,

and thank the dealer for the cards I'm dealt.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Through the experience of another, I realized in the blink of an eye the root of my self destructive ways. That being a resentment towards my parents for their failure to properly discipline me. The gift I received from this realization is the ability to accept my past; to love, appreciate and respect my parents, and to take charge of my own discipline going forward.

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Guided by Serpents

Godamn this debauchery,
my consciousness can't find traction,
Idle hands do over power me,
What lustful satisfaction,

I insist
So say the voices
This instant
I just can't resist,

Like being divided by vile thoughts
I'm guided by serpents,
We've all been here before
And we were so glad to go,
Like burning halogen highways
I'm directed by this wretched effect,

Tungsten threat,
You know me all too well,
You'll find me in fine state,

Get ready to roll that red carpet out,
Full speed ahead

to Tartarus

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another point in my life where my drinking played a role in my writing. I drank for adventure but found that some adventures left me worse for the wear. - September 6th, 2018

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Self Destruction

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The sound deafens me; weakens the knees, eyes bleed.
Rivers of red run down the faces
All innocent within their own mortal cases
The future is here but now
We see only pain and fear, but how
Does it end?  Will we all just fall from our own vices?
Or rot within the confines of our own devices?


The sound deafens me; weakens the knees, eyes bleed.
Their tears will fall for all eternity
No longer is the earth a maternity
Our Skyscrapers: Our Gravestones
Reclamation in the acid bleached bones
Within the chemical Graves, that we self-made....                                                          
On this world these markers are our only stain

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Confusion Degradation

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Confusion degradation.  Environmentally sound weapons penetrating the defenses.  Emotions reprogrammed reciprocal restraints brought on by the convoluted degradation of our socially sound environment.  Reality is not withstanding what's on the LCD's on a daily basis.  They call us real they call us manufactured.  The sky's are infused and painted with the chemicals that fuel our civilization.  When will this abuse end?  When will the senses return and the environment take back control over what was lost..too late.  Humanity degrades with every ignition and pseudo reality.  What is real?  Burning embers of time reveal all that is holy within the confines of our soulless empires.  The gods way of laughing is to leave us to our own devices.  Social and planetary suicide fuels our lives one second at a time through the veils of mass media.  The virus spreads through the shroud of ignorance.  Confusion Degradation. Temperatures arise worldwide while the process of diplomacy continues.  

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