John Vogel

Too many days spent in reflecting on unfulfilled dreams
Only now, when it's too late to do anything do I see
Missed opportunities to spend this time constructively
On important things in life, closed eyes blind to reality
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Carnal minded, twisted inside as I'm listlessly guided through life
by instincts instilled within me in anachronistic times
an animalistic mind defined by social lies as socialization decries
individualistic rights... the right to find my path in life
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It's dark.

The kind of darkness that envelopes the mind and chills you to your very soul
he tries to take control, to breathe to see the enemy, defeat the beast of old
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Face the day in a wasted state, a taste of hate, bitterness as he
wastes away like patients with aids, chasing pavements in his dreams
so he seems to be on a precipice, as he struggles for expressiveness
he's confessing this, yet he questions if reality's made up of this
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A mother grieving, warm tears streaming down her dark brown cheek
no words to speak, no consolation, Her son lies bleeding at her feet
another victim of the street, a victim of society, a blind machine
designed to keep us confined to being less then what we should be,
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In the darkness of shadows I lie, my mind still reeling
the knife still in me, puddle of blood around me congealing
feeling no pain, my brain seeking solace in the grip of death
each breath pulling me closer to the edge of forgetfullness
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The origins of intelligence
By, Word.Smyth

In the beginning was logos, meaning beyond definition
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Locked in this cold dark cell, light is dimly illuminating
illusive shadows of my surroundings, mind infinitely ruminating
accumulated dreams of a life that seems so far away regaling me
assailing me with bygone days memories bombarding me unfailingly
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The party lasted well into the night, much Hennessey had me feeling alright
mind reeling and high but feeling like I was good to get behind the wheel and drive
assured the people inside, walked a semi straight line, they musta been blind
but I ain't gonna blame it on nobody but I - I made the fateful decision that night
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Bereft and left inconsolate, desolate - without a means or reason to survive
Useless to society, regretfullness inside his dying mind, he bides his time
Memories of by-gone days divide his mind inside he cries for days gone bye
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Everything was pretty normal, nice day, never thought anything would go awry
Got in my Focus to for for a ride, before I could put it in drive, someone grabs me from behind
Covers my eyes, felt hands dragging me, started screaming, someone gagging me
someone braggin bout how easily they bagged me, on my feet now being pushed and staggering
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Everybody everywhere has asked the question once or twice
some people spend their entire lives seeking answers and advice
some choose to deny, turn a blind eye, claim it's all in the mind
but then we find when we try to define the mind, we still in a bind
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The acrid smell of burning flesh assaults my nostrils as smoke rises
the stoked fires of hell built on bodies, empty shells of hope dyin
I grope blind in the night, mind divided inside trying to understand
why I fight, why my eyes witness the sight of human lives dying at my hand
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Sitting in apathy half of me crying other half laughing
at these atrocities, watch them die, huddled and gasping
fascinated by this dastardly deed, passed and deceased
whole families enter chambers of death, gassed and released
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despair and helplessness in my mind overtaken
feeling forsaken lookin down at my child shaking
my heart breaking, aching to take some of her pain
feeling ashamed, nothing I can do, no words to say
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'Where have all the butterfly's gone? '
she looks up into his face
the picture of innocence
the question hits him
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The other day I laid to rest a real good friend
used to hang close like bros - but all that ended
back when he started hangin wid da wrong kinda peeps
yo, I told him 'Bro, you know it's gonna end in tragedy'
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