Dystopian Ascension

(Coming over people the peculiarly convincing sensation
That their ordinary sense of individuality is transcended
In a world that is foreign to me, that is not me)
These busted sneakers are starting to whisper street secrets
Under graffiti proverbs scribbled where the wicked frequent
Judgment sides with the wisest among us
But on this poor lit avenue something lurks and it aint justice
Theres a lot of ways to pay your dues not all require
Admission to the school of hard knocks and cold shivers
Flexing trigger fingers and fatty livers with track mark veins
Framing territorial hieroglyphs depicting pain
Solace is a state of quiet decay in cardboard homes
Conversations with no one except the ghosts
Of legions somehow appearing as humans weaving through intersections
Limo tinted windows to block poverty's image
Its a portrait in the style of surrealism
Melting clocks on steeples supplying a different needle
One to handle the regrets of yesterday
And crawl back behind that face with a medicated hollow gaze
Final round in the chamber of anger
Kept secret as favor to the savior maybe now things will get better
If not then ill let the tempo of my shoe soles
Rhyme a thread through the loop holes triple knot it with poetry, yo!

(Now you see im not talking about a philosophy, im not talking about a rationalization
Im talking about unpredictable experience that suddenly hits people)
When all is lost with the setting sun
And the hell we raised finally comes to fruition
I free my mind through dissociation as preparation
For my final resting place, dystopian ascension

Point of view from the point of no return point where anxiety burns
Frayed nerve wires through cigarette smoke
Take a closer look in that latest toke clouds from mother earth
Rolling freelance hurst transporting this immortal verse
Precise technician ignition to the engine of
Internal dialogue and contemplation of social situations
Leaving your preconceived notions floating away
In a gasp of anticipation as riots set the stage
In this scene we see the huntsman in his natural element
Crystalline palaces burn producing upper class sentiment
Rudimentary instincts no longer convincing
Insert the chip to the brainstem infiltrate the main frame
Catastrophic societal tilt
Free from guilt as they inject screens replacing retinas
A new cyborg forms in the ventricles of family bonds
Whats wrong? in hindsight it was 2020
Keep up youngest child eldest brother is plotting something

What a conundrum counter intuitive evolution
Species on the brink of disillusionment, bent, spent
Packaged and shipped with no down payment
To every opium den dwelling earth bound citizen
I can see it in your eyes the child who stood by
While the rest of this tumorous conjoined twin grew by surprise
What started out as self-conservation has turned devastating
Every night searching the stars questioning, am i worth saving?

Because this day and age is plagued with hornet minded sirens
Amphibious land stalking highway men, poison dart scar hearted tribalists
Even after your money is spent, will rob you of hope for the status of initiated
In color coded morbid forests where concrete breathes life to horrors
More atrocious than agent orange summer breezes
At least the weather is temperate, cost of living horrific
Killing for time consuming booster packs of perseverance
Lord give me the strength to rhyme ive sacrificed
To many dark days to the pain fighting meticulous construction of my
Concoction of a blending mask, transcendent dirt, heavenly scab
Draining pressure from vessels land locked in the latest fad
So here is my hand now let wisdom guide those sneakers
Walk tall through the swamp of feedbacking power driven leaches
Increasing the speed of subtle messaging grips the hearer
Shape shifter with pleasant demeanor
In this world they call me modern creature