Conquest & Conquer

Triumph & conquer 
The cause of common imposters
A syndrome like lymph nodes
Constantly fighting off toxins

Only in the eyes of the beholder
Can you define what's no good
What's right, what's wrong
Whats neutral prognosis

It's preposterous what prospers
Money & power conquests
When nine times out of 10
One falls short of the target

Even when you accomplish
You'll hardly have enough
A starved, impoverished purpose
Always on the perpetual hunt 

Do You

When you move towards approval
You'll soon feel lured
Into a lose-lose
Catch 22, state of confusion

For what you want to do
With others unsubtle views
And reviews, just do you
Conflict of conscious consumes

It's useless for aptitude
Or destiny, whatever you believe
To try to meet
Every trend and scheme of society

Best to be independent
Stay steadily headed
In your own direction
The road less treaded

Eventually people
Will see you for you technique
Chic and regal abilities
You kept it real unique

Even if others still don't see you
Don't beat yourself, be cool
Because being deceitful isn't easy
Best just be you.

Surrender

Maybe if a man can't keep pace
With his companions
He's been placed in the wrong race
Marginal propaganda

He's been handed separate notations
Of scale and stanza
The rhythm that's in him is different
Intrinsic cadenza

He shuffles to his own drummer
Hums to his own strummer
Both feet in sync
Rumbling like thunder

Unheard to others
But the percussion echoes on
Out into the ether
The ethos of what they are

Don't squander the biology
Economy is the wrong growth
Ecology
The rose rises through hard stone

The roots underneath your boots
Fuse a connection to essence
The universe is in tune
All you need to is surrender

We undermined our guides
In the minds-eye
Find the life-line
In grand-scale time-line we're pint-sized.

Let it become

Allow yourself to tear up
When you feel you need
Something to tear up
The nearest perishable frail construct

Kerosene it all in a bon fire
Bon voyage, au revoir
Bon appetit for destruction
Guns & rose pompon

Super bon bon
Got your soul coughing
When you could just nod
Acknowledging heart-felt honesty

See emotions blossom and release
You soften in the process
Tension seize
Without the need for toxic identity

We've all got a small sum
Of Nostradamus inside us
That knows, Our consciousness
Yet watches in calmness vitalic

Let it be
Like a Beatle once said
No need for dysfunction, disruption
Just be with omnipresence instead.

Give Up Indifference

It's oft forgotten more often than not
The common paradox
Inherent in our
Common place cause

It's hardly camouflaged
That it's far more optimum
To give than to receive
Yet we keep reaching with cupping palms up

We're at odds
Rather gain others acknowledgment nods
Carving wild tales
Like modern Scheherazades

At what cost? To what ends?
No regard to false facades
It's merely fluff to garner followers
Hypocrisy flaunt

God forbid we aren't in spotlights
Outright competition we exhibit
With anyone 
Who gets within our jurisdiction

No position is worth resistance
To coherency consistent
With brotherhood, sisterhood
Wish we could give up our indifference.

Inclusivity

Living a life of striving
Yet not arriving
Always grinding the grindstone
Though it slowly becomes sloped & misaligning

Broken with unfocused 
Slicing and dicing wide open
I look foolish trying to use these tools
With fueled emotion

Is it hopeless? knowing what to fix
Is an enormous riddle
Drilling holes into surfaces
Just to return and fill them in

With formative middle, juvenile years
Unfortunately drear
Jeers from teachers & peers
Steer us into fear

Inferiority complex
A minority outcast
Logically nonsense, yet
It's plausible in contrast

To the support that's offered to blossom
Whether or not you fit in
With the prim and proper scholarly
Pompous obnoxious dipsh*ts

Distance from this split philosophy
Seems harder and harder to achieve
It's a mockery in a time
Of "tolerance" and "equality" sheesh.

Shed the Shell

If your identification
Based upon possessions
You'll be facing a regression 
Relating to inner essence

An extension of self maybe
But parading gucci sweaters? prada dresses?
Versace faux leather
Whatever you call expression?

If that's how you reflect yourself
With a projected hubris
You've consumed yourself with
This delusion of consumerism

Assuming you've got something
Beneath the costume
The clown suit, you've become a clown
Ronald Mcdoonald

A prop of corporate ruin
Cultural skew of wholesome values
They trash values
Have to dig deep through refuse

Landfill, to find what really fills
You up with substance
Instead of substance filling up at max
Suffering succotash you'll suffer fast

Upperclass habits
Can be traded for the basics
Of practicing daily gratitude
Of our integral human nature

Unwritten

You can be a well-versed
Bookworm in nature preserved
But unconcerned with the nature
Of learning in the real world

Real virtues be lost virtually
Personal improvement is stalled
And distorted a shortage
Of evolution involved

The exposure to vulnerabilities
That are needed for growth
Instead focusing on minutia
The confusion of control

Coordinated subordinate
No equitable position
Except the orderly resources
The illustrated and scripted

To explore the unwritten
The unlimited composition
With literature is a window
To live through it is true living

Collaboration Collective

I'm tempted to believe
That everyone is against me
In these disconnected times
Divided by intersecting lines

Yet I know no-one intends
To resent another
Even when we offend each other
Its through discontenting hurts

In our selves
The impression kept that we're vetted against
Yet we all live with this pain
We're more connected than credited

It isn't me against you
Or us against them
With such envy and resentment
It doesn't come to better ends

That transcend
Tensive, pensive expectations
Thirst will never be quenched then
Only dehydration

So escape the expectations
And change this perception
For the connection to others
Collaboration collective.

Hide the Pain

Through hustle and bustle
One mustn't fuss bout the struggle no
Leaving our frontal lobe muscles
Bulging like punches thrown

Call us knuckleheads then I guess
We're flexing temples
While our endocrine glands
Be famished, flummoxed and fed slow

Left standing half-stunned
Stumbling bumbling clubfootedness
About to erupt something up
Like mount Vesuvius

Through the foolishness
Of trying to get our grips
Hiding inner conflicts often
Though struggles we all got them

Lets just be honest.