Man Kind

[aaron]

So we've come to this.
From utopia earth
to advertisement slaves.

Injuring eternity or production
losing sight of spirit
third eye black and blue.

Engineering tractor troves
filled with steel monumental
pyramids built to endure

but they only occupy three dimensions
and are consumed by the fourth
we call the fourth duration.

innocent backs snapped by desperate need
internet zombie souls bleed blue blood
on broken computer monitor glass
in-content men trapped by corporate greed

Electricity pulses through our veins
shock and awe T.V. screens
putrid corpse crime scenes

Investigation of the truth
eludes the best revolutionary minds
our unidentified flying friends are laughing.

my imagination is a magical land
where no one has issues
and my life is complicated
as a slip knot
pull the strings
problem solved

and I can think deep
with out changing how I speak
without drinking till liver leaks
blood rosy as my cheeks

My thoughts are a beautiful place
where roads were never paved
over green grass and flowers
There are no gates
and nothing is separate

But my body is a cage
that ties me to this world
without it
gravity can't hold me