u/ChatNoirVie

how ya living?

sitting knee-deep in regret

filling forms out in the kitchen

see a twinkle in your eye

but i know you're feeling livid

you were sold a fucking lie

like an old family tradition

i know that life is hard

but surrender needs permission

love is just a choice

use the voice that you were given

people need a helping hand

drowning in the knickknacks

of late-stage capitalism

all this plastic crap!

how many figurines you need

to feel like you're forgiven?

drinking every night and using all those drugs

now all you need's a vision

black cat got your tongue

but it's not a superstition

stitching clues into the fabric

of everything i've ever written

sometimes i get distracted

by the thoughts and whims of others

and malevolent opinions

but i circle back to you

'cause i have a sacred mission

erecting polished mirrors

hanging, spotless, in your bedrooms

displaying premonitions

this ain't a fortune cookie

know it isn't what you wished for

but now you need to listen

the scholars call it doctrine

but god calls it conviction

if i wanted to be logical

i'd pay for a tuition

there's a hierarchy of souls

and it's the inverse

of your status and position

the rapture happens

when you lose your class and stature

and that's why it's forbidden

can't buy your way to heaven

every ladder's falling short

demons biting on your ankles

angels only show their wings

when somebody needs support

arbitrary anniversary

ignite the biggest fireworks

while the world declares emergencies

bowing to the king that hit his head

neglected in his nursery

i wouldn't even be surprised

if you told me in the future

the people wanna work for free

anything but find their worth

never mind the 9th degree

fear is more than just a curse

in fact, it's like the worst disease

courage comes and goes

but nowadays, we need it urgently

so weary of the world

every person fully spent

looking like some burnt debris

life can be a blur

forget the little details

since every glance is cursory

used to try to cheer 'em up

but they said they never heard of me

i'm tired of giving diatribes

and shifting side to side

now i'm only moving vertically

the bottom's not all bad

most are born to die poor

i'm committing fated burglary

destiny's a girl

and boy, you better flirt with her

if i have to pick a god

i'm praying to old mercury

someone stole my heart

please somebody give me surgery

i got to keep my little soul

can't tell you what it's worth to me

of all the dozen things that are keeping me awake

money's only tertiary

every day we're born again

the afterbirth is like a curtain crease

if i say this to you plainly

can they label me subversive?

celebrating every night

sparking up the brightest light

and i mean no hyperbole

i'll persuade my fellow man

and i'll even do it wordlessly

this frequency is just a current

and i give it to you purposely

every effort is concerted

mix the red and white and blue

and the country's turning burgundy

arbitrary anniversary

ignite the biggest fireworks

while the world declares emergencies

bowing to the king that hit his head

neglected in his nursery

i wouldn't even be surprised

if you told me in the future

the people wanna work for free

anything but find their worth

never mind the 9th degree

fear is more than just a curse

in fact, it's like the worst disease

courage comes and goes

but nowadays, we need it urgently

so weary of the world

every person fully spent

looking like some burnt debris

life can be a blur

forget the little details

since every glance is cursory

used to try to cheer 'em up

but they said they never heard of me

i'm tired of giving diatribes

and shifting side to side

now i'm only moving vertically

the bottom's not all bad

most are born to die poor

i'm committing fated burglary

destiny's a girl

and boy, you better flirt with her

if i have to pick a god

i'm praying to old mercury

someone stole my heart

please somebody give me surgery

i got to keep my little soul

can't tell you what it's worth to me

of all the dozen things that are keeping me awake

money's only tertiary

every day we're born again

the afterbirth is like a curtain crease

if i say this to you plainly

can they label me subversive?

celebrating every night

sparking up the brightest light

and i mean no hyperbole

i'll persuade my fellow man

and i'll even do it wordlessly

this frequency is just a current

and i give it to you purposely

every effort is concerted

mix the red and white and blue

and the country's turning burgundy

It's what I love

held in bondage by the comments

all the clout, you're laundering

pretty privilege is your problem

smile wide, your eyes are watering

how often do you lie?

the origin of sin was an offering

it's getting awfully dark

buy the trinkets they are selling

then put them in your coffin

every idol is a poser, now they're faltering

it's all over, hide your secrets in a box

write a letter to your alderman

they flip the table when they lose

right after they go all in

i saw an angel in my dreams

said i'm afraid of heavy losses

i'd rather have a smaller win

a rebel's born to suffer

break the rules, the law will bend

eating supper all alone

telling stories just to caution them

some people come to soften you

no poet tries to harden men

work out your heart and soul

separate the fiber from the seed

like a cotton gin

sometimes i can hardly breathe

and still i'm full of love

hate is satan's oxygen

online, they try to duplicate

but the best that they can get

is approximate

if society's a building

an artist is an arsonist

let it die, then try again

don't trust a modern man

or an ancient false prophetess

convinced they're influencers

when really, they're the opposite

held in bondage by the comments

all the clout, you're laundering

pretty privilege is your problem

smile wide, your eyes are watering

how often do you lie?

the origin of sin was an offering

it's getting awfully dark

buy the trinkets they are selling

then put them in your coffin

every idol is a poser, now they're faltering

it's all over, hide your secrets in a box

write a letter to your alderman

they flip the table when they lose

right after they go all in

i saw an angel in my dreams

said i'm afraid of heavy losses

i'd rather have a smaller win

a rebel's born to suffer

break the rules, the law will bend

eating supper all alone

telling stories just to caution them

some people come to soften you

no poet tries to harden men

work out your heart and soul

separate the fiber from the seed

like a cotton gin

sometimes i can hardly breathe

and still i'm full of love

hate is satan's oxygen

online, they try to duplicate

but the best that they can get

is approximate

if society's a building

an artist is an arsonist

let it die, then try again

don't trust a modern man

or an ancient false prophetess

convinced they're influencers

when really, they're the opposite

plot twist

the cast is changing tones like an octave

using people like they're props

doing anything for optics

feeling trapped in their roles

they pray to god get the lock picked

the key's inside the cage

as in the light is in the dark

even if it's microscopic

the audience believes they're high

but it's just the frequency

of the heavenly harmonics

hooked on all the symbols like they're phonics

i'll be outside in the lobby

if you see me on my side, it's from a dropkick

knocking idols off of pedestals

what's the opposite of polished?

the veil's thick as a curtain

and it's onyx

it requires many hands, every flyman is demonic

down below, with the orchestra

the conductor hears the clock tick

forever running out of time

that's why they always act obnoxious

the two leads look fair

but they're morally immodest

the theater's just a business

and the owners want a profit

but despite the disbelief

you can hear a pin drop

when the chorus reads the sonnet

in the twilight of the stage

there's a certain ambiance

the critics and the phantoms

we always try to stop it

but the production must go on

plot twist

the cast is changing tones like an octave

using people like they're props

doing anything for optics

feeling trapped in their roles

they pray to god get the lock picked

the key's inside the cage

as in the light is in the dark

even if it's microscopic

the audience believes they're high

but it's just the frequency

of the heavenly harmonics

hooked on all the symbols like they're phonics

i'll be outside in the lobby

if you see me on my side, it's from a dropkick

knocking idols off of pedestals

what's the opposite of polished?

the veil's thick as a curtain

and it's onyx

it requires many hands, every flyman is demonic

down below, with the orchestra

the conductor hears the clock tick

forever running out of time

that's why they always act obnoxious

the two leads look fair

but they're morally immodest

the theater's just a business

and the owners want a profit

but despite the disbelief

you can hear a pin drop

when the chorus reads the sonnet

in the twilight of the stage

there's a certain ambiance

the critics and the phantoms

we always try to stop it

but the production must go on

it gets so dark

before the inner strength comes

once you light that little fire

you can face a thousand guns

all the drummer boys and girls

are helping soldiers to succumb

betrayal follows you on a trail of little crumbs

and you can only see it later when you wake up to the truth

and the feeling leaves you numb

now the future's dead a buried, every ending has begun

replacing every single worker so they're building bigger slums

gave up all of my possessions, lived a decade as a bum

when bloodsuckers try to touch me

they get sent back where they're from

blind and dumb like little babies

foaming mouths like they have rabies

as they cry and suck their thumbs

god has turned her back on them, the only word they hear is mum

mother nature's disappeared

they don't hear the sparrows sing; they can't hear the crickets hum

strung out in their own minds, forever lost to space and time

by their own design, they're hung

disregarded early warning signs, now they're bombarded by the ton

deceit is in their kiss, lies are dripping off their lips

it's not a slip of the tongue

set up every trap before us, starting fires in the forest

and they do it just for fun

all i do is write and scrawl and call them out one-by-one

back in the shadows, i will go

another nation in the throes of its poor, disfavored sons

once we've joined our ranks and link up like a phalanx

we can finally say we won

it gets so dark

before the inner strength comes

once you light that little fire

you can face a thousand guns

all the drummer boys and girls

are helping soldiers to succumb

betrayal follows you on a trail of little crumbs

and you can only see it later when you wake up to the truth

and the feeling leaves you numb

now the future's dead a buried, every ending has begun

replacing every single worker so they're building bigger slums

gave up all of my possessions, lived a decade as a bum

when bloodsuckers try to touch me

they get sent back where they're from

blind and dumb like little babies

foaming mouths like they have rabies

as they cry and suck their thumbs

god has turned her back on them, the only word they hear is mum

mother nature's disappeared

they don't hear the sparrows sing; they can't hear the crickets hum

strung out in their own minds, forever lost to space and time

by their own design, they're hung

disregarded early warning signs, now they're bombarded by the ton

deceit is in their kiss, lies are dripping off their lips

it's not a slip of the tongue

set up every trap before us, starting fires in the forest

and they do it just for fun

all i do is write and scrawl and call them out one-by-one

back in the shadows, i will go

another nation in the throes of its poor, disfavored sons

once we've joined our ranks and link up like a phalanx

we can finally say we won

speaking like it's matter of fact

her whispered words made me react

she must've practiced how to breathe

the way she moved with tender ease

she traced my arms with fingertips

and parted both her luscious lips

sighing slowly on my neck

my goosebumps rose in little specks

her flowing skirt, she let it down

and i heard every sensual sound

my ears became so sharp and tuned

as both my eyes, they'd dart and zoom

unbuttoning my flannel shirt

she kissed the spot that she saw first

my heart was beating in the hollow

becoming so hard just to swallow

her falling hair, she carefully flicked

before her tiny tongue did lick

saliva pooling in my mouth

as she began her journey south

i grabbed her arms and begged for pause

but then she moved my desperate claws

tugging on her weightless clothes

her silky top caught on her nose

the sparkling skin was soft and fair

and she showed herself without a care

the way she trembled at my waist

revealed excitement mixed with haste

my belt, it crashed onto the floor

but she was eager still for more

and when i felt her flesh on mine

her hazel eyes began to shine

she pressed her body soft and low

squatting on her tippy toes

and when the coitus had begun

she whispered to me, "now we're one"

speaking like it's matter of fact

her whispered words made me react

she must've practiced how to breathe

the way she moved with tender ease

she traced my arms with fingertips

and parted both her luscious lips

sighing slowly on my neck

my goosebumps rose in little specks

her flowing skirt, she let it down

and i heard every sensual sound

my ears became so sharp and tuned

as both my eyes, they'd dart and zoom

unbuttoning my flannel shirt

she kissed the spot that she saw first

my heart was beating in the hollow

becoming so hard just to swallow

her falling hair, she carefully flicked

before her tiny tongue did lick

saliva pooling in my mouth

as she began her journey south

i grabbed her arms and begged for pause

but then she moved my desperate claws

tugging on her weightless clothes

her silky top caught on her nose

the sparkling skin was soft and fair

and she showed herself without a care

the way she trembled at my waist

revealed excitement mixed with haste

my belt, it crashed onto the floor

but she was eager still for more

and when i felt her flesh on mine

her hazel eyes began to shine

she pressed her body soft and low

squatting on her tippy toes

and when the coitus had begun

she whispered to me, "now we're one"

some might name it envy

but i just call it empty

twenty-four seven peace

attention doesn't tempt me

monitor the energy

you'll find it's unrelenting

too much heart and soul

can't part 'em like the red sea

i'm just dying for your mind

not trying to wind up on the tele

we're not gonna stop until empathy is trending

i'm not vying for the top

when i can see the ladder bending

tragic endings 'round the corner

bottom dwellers on our own

always felt like we had plenty

put a penny in the wishing well

hopes and dreams are like a garden

they just need a little tending

i don't mind the haters

can't stand when people are pretending

friends will stab you in the back

and then they'll call it venting

their hellish eyes reveal the tell

mocking words are condescending

families kick you when you're down

and they never do it gently

you can see the sickest ones

how they just sit and take it

growing tired of defending

all the stories honor fighters

but i'm not buying what they're selling

a hermit lives on thistle hill

and all his riddles are perplexing

he says it's all right if you guess

he spoke of lines invisible

and how every dot's connecting

once he hit me in the head

and asked if i was listening

then he said, "just checking"

disregard the signs and omens

the answer's in the present moment

the first and final blessing

some might name it envy

but i just call it empty

twenty-four seven peace

attention doesn't tempt me

monitor the energy

you'll find it's unrelenting

too much heart and soul

can't part 'em like the red sea

i'm just dying for your mind

not trying to wind up on the tele

we're not gonna stop until empathy is trending

i'm not vying for the top

when i can see the ladder bending

tragic endings 'round the corner

bottom dwellers on our own

always felt like we had plenty

put a penny in the wishing well

hopes and dreams are like a garden

they just need a little tending

i don't mind the haters

can't stand when people are pretending

friends will stab you in the back

and then they'll call it venting

their hellish eyes reveal the tell

mocking words are condescending

families kick you when you're down

and they never do it gently

you can see the sickest ones

how they just sit and take it

growing tired of defending

all the stories honor fighters

but i'm not buying what they're selling

a hermit lives on thistle hill

and all his riddles are perplexing

he says it's all right if you guess

he spoke of lines invisible

and how every dot's connecting

once he hit me in the head

and asked if i was listening

then he said, "just checking"

disregard the signs and omens

the answer's in the present moment

the first and final blessing

If you don't try to stop it, you're complicit in the rottenness

insecurity

masquerading like it's confidence

it's an oxymoron

saying billionaires have common sense

they tried to con the wrong ones

now they've woken up the populace

all the world is staged

the audience is sick and tired

but you have to stay cognizant

even being non-political

has a serious consequence

the hatred that we face

is extra-long and bottomless

and if you don't try to stop it

you're complicit in the rottenness

behind the golden doors

are the checkered floors of offices

where they try to rewrite history

by shredding all the documents

the volumes of the lies

are organized by their predominance

towering overhead

are the ever-changing monuments

setting traps up in the forest

i'm not like robin hood

but i guess i am synonymous

i know you don't believe in sin

you can think that all you want

in another stream of consciousness

i'm only worried 'bout the lonely one

who benefits from godlessness

when he finally drops his mask

he's the master of the masters

who are running megalopolis

i'm spray-painting all the poles

selling cameras off for parts

melting down each gold sarcophagus

i don't give a fuck

every wealthy woman's weird

and every rich man is odd

we don't need another prophet

we just want the opposite

i don't trust the prim and proper

rather listen to a slob

if you wanna waste your time

spend it on the oculus

and live your life with claude

go and rot your precious brain

and obsess over your bod

when you finally resist

just give up and quit your job

and when you ask me for a favor

i might smirk a little bit

before i give a nod

insecurity

masquerading like it's confidence

it's an oxymoron

saying billionaires have common sense

they tried to con the wrong ones

now they've woken up the populace

all the world is staged

the audience is sick and tired

but you have to stay cognizant

even being non-political

has a serious consequence

the hatred that we face

is extra-long and bottomless

and if you don't try to stop it

you're complicit in the rottenness

behind the golden doors

are the checkered floors of offices

where they try to rewrite history

by shredding all the documents

the volumes of the lies

are organized by their predominance

towering overhead

are the ever-changing monuments

setting traps up in the forest

i'm not like robin hood

but i guess i am synonymous

i know you don't believe in sin

you can think that all you want

in another stream of consciousness

i'm only worried 'bout the lonely one

who benefits from godlessness

when he finally drops his mask

he's the master of the masters

who are running megalopolis

i'm spray-painting all the poles

selling cameras off for parts

melting down each gold sarcophagus

i don't give a fuck

every wealthy woman's weird

and every rich man is odd

we don't need another prophet

we just want the opposite

i don't trust the prim and proper

rather listen to a slob

if you wanna waste your time

spend it on the oculus

and live your life with claude

go and rot your precious brain

and obsess over your bod

when you finally resist

just give up and quit your job

and when you ask me for a favor

i might smirk a little bit

before i give a nod

dust was draped around you

just like a winter shawl

unshiny on the surface

uncertain of us all

broken pieces laid beside you

from the careless hands of men

you compared yourself to others

who used to be your friends

speckled with the markings

and the blemishes of time

now you wonder if you're worthy

of any poet's rhymes

i could polish you with love

and repair your damaged edges

then place you in the garden

by the roses and the hedges

you don't belong inside

in the shadows in the corner

the shelf that you've been on

is far from the adorners

a wild, weathered wreath

should be worn around your skin

let me wash off all the rust

that has stained your porcelain

let me help you dry your tears

that are leaking like a sink

i will rub them from your face

until your cheeks are pretty pink

women should be honored

even raw or unrefined

they just need a little cherishment

to remind them they're divine