Conflicting Conflict

We all know close-minded folks
With blinds pulled over their eyes
Disguised, sheeps clothes
Lion with no pride

So prideful nonetheless
Spiteful, deceitful
Regrettably, it just might be
Present climate season

We imply perceived niceties
To keep our needs within reach
Means to an end
To pretend and receive ends

Get ahead, who can condemn
In a culture of bad news
Relaxed and cool is a fools attribute

Rather act like brutes
Talking trash
In fastfood drive-throughs 
To every last bastard that moves

Attitudes are flat opposed
To the status quo
Even though that unique view
Is matched by most

Wearing these castes of alloy
To mask and cope as outcasts
Coat of arms attached
To defend against attacks

Though offense is relative
Insults theoretical
Reactions from backtalk
Adjunct for each individual

Fighting against what doesn't exist
And when it does exist, we miss it
Because we're too busy in conflict.

Certainty Ambiguity

We chase certainty
Perceive the unknown as alien
Instead of handing over control
We proceed to mail it in

Leave it in the junk bin
To prevent latent grief
And other brief tensions
Encumbrances we meet

Should puncture some vents
In our bubble, let the air in it
Better yet
Venturing outside our airless aquarium

Our built nest, platos cave
Once we're unchained
Our behavior then becomes strange
To the layman that remain

So instead we don't escape
And don't let anyone else enter in
To shelter our sheltered view
True maldevelopment

Collective madness
Attributes of absolutes
Prevent contamination
With a polluted vacuum

Which is counterintuitive
Counteractive to congruity
We all pursue to be set free
With ambiguity

Thinking we can control
All variables is hysterical
We may not know whats good for us
Go with the breeze as it flows.

Self-Righteous Blindfold

I'm sick of advice
Especially when the giver is mine own
Like I have the right
Self righteously blindfold

Myself with selfish pride
Against what I find identifies
As a minor slight
An offense exemplified

Misanalysed regrettably
I recognize, apologize
Try to resolve my hollow spite
An amoral bind

I'm misunderstood
Or maybe I misunderstand
When I put my foot in my mouth
Instead of lend one a hand

Decide others woulds and shoulds
Without being put
Afoot in their reality
All my putdowns are true fallacies

The nerve or grounds, to serve around
My personal concerns
Is so impersonal
Shows no backbone or vertebra

That happens when this cloud
Of outcast self-doubt
Is the foundation throughout

Structure becomes a house of cards
Shaking, swaying just waiting
That it is in fact safe
With shameless validating

My unstable ways
I didn't build them solitarily
But socially, culturally
Environmentally ill-conceived

But mindfully through readjustment
With beams and sheetrock
Maybe I'll remain upright
With others to lean on.