"Existential Dependencies"
                               or
    "The Last Time I Felt It Wasn't Enough"

the painful people stare at my disfigured figure eight
an emblem of the power we all wield when we learn to hate
crime blushes the sky as the atmosphere is told
we never are so innocent as just before we're bold
my thoughts revealing show me reeling from the innocent i was
as the sunset skies reveal themselves in the innocence of blood
dark red blaze like a fire storm of liquid heat
concentrated into pure silky destruction
meant for the masses that maintain and cheat
reality strikes home in the form of instruction
life's lessons learned by pain and trial and error
pain for joy, trial the toy, mistakes the only terror
scarry enough for the toddlers we are
we find our parents keys and think we can drive the car
wake up too late with a forehead in the dashboard
set the alarm five minutes ahead to get a crash course
life 101 tought from the penthouse to the streets
told to the youth through television and beats
advertisement of what you always thought you might be
kids thinking the word is what we all by right see
only after acknowledging our lack of resolution
can we decipher the fuzzy edges of the solution
golden spiral hits fractal waves of pointilist sand
a sparkle spectacle blessed into reality by one sure hand
every little thing a dot in the space of time
all one as in connected as in whole as in line
beats are broken till the rhythm in time is gone
all beats broken come back together to make one
final sound cracked from the smack at the start of it all
the only sound heard the roar of the wind as you fall
dead weight plumeting nine point eight towards level zero
the dead think down is up, you're a star-bound hero
crash into the dust bones break your blood is rushing
fresh from wounds to make skin slippery by it's gushing
later to be sticky as reality takes it's toll
evaporation of inspiration from passion into droll
mundane existance in grey city sky scapes
the trash of the mass on the telly in the papes
insulation from the truth that lies in the heart of the killing
the birth of madness for sanity that ensures we're all down with illing
dissing bitching biting scratching stabing crying die
all for vanilla ice cream a la modal sequenced pi
served hot from the cervix like a bullet from the shell
with terminal velocity destined by a trajectory from hell
momentum carries the living through the walls of the lost souls
momentum run it's course leaves lost souls to fill the holes
lost in the physics as predetermined failure to break even
the masses turn to jerry, turn to bubba, turn to steven
king of kings sees the hollow centers of their fronting
hallmark versions of his words wrapped in acid blotter bunting
who knows where the course of history has led
as drop by drop the heart of the spiral has bled
trail left behind becomes brown, cakes and dries
scabs grow thick as the sick devise their lies
the antidote is simple for the simple all can see
the removal of aproval insert instead philosophy
the love of a wisdom never known and so is understood
never needing all the answers and so simple so is good
finding the last truth one must be ready to give up
never are you full if you forever spill your cup
wisdom is ever given, never taken, never spoken, only told
your best bet is to be ready to recieve the ace you do not hold