My Lips Speak A Poetic Kiss…

I lay here dissolving,

Dissolving into a liquidated, pixilated, decorated resolve,

Drowning,

Denying to pull the plug from a generated, humiliated, unmotivated cog,

A machine so vast, that the voice of humankind echoes birdsong,

Mass consumption, profit from the poor,

Where is it all going wrong?

I sit here staring,

Staring at the people indulging into their lives,

Observing there backs and counting the knives,

Like cattle hurding into their homes with their TV's, phones, and consoles,

What thoughts are going through their minds as they wander like ghosts.

I stand here listening,

Listening to the voices around, I hear, hate, envy, and greed,

I wish for poisoned tongues to be silent and and then we can all breathe,

A blurred vision of the world I take with me, I steal a smile from a stranger,

A distorted sound of the people, I let it break me, my life is in danger!

I fly above,

Above the ants I see walking around, as if I'm in a dream,

I'm spitting my teeth out, one by one shows more insecurities,

I'm biting my tongue as people are not ready for the realities,

The reality of,

Love,

Power,

Truth,

War,

Murder,

Religion,

Capitalism,

Socialism.

We're conditioned to what our history speaks,

We're frustrated with a world that's looking bleak,

I still rise above as the ant's build families, homes, but feeling lost and alone,

My head clouded, colliding with thoughts that make me search for that plug hole.

Why do I feel like this?

My lips speak a poetic kiss.

Below me, somebody,

Below me, nobody,

Below me,

Me...