The Common Antithesis

[Rayge]

Picture Perfect

“People Lie. They lie to avoid complications. Or maybe…It’s to keep their vulnerabilities hidden. The roughest edges on an ivory box”

The picture perfect lifestyle, but the mightiest have fallen.
To sacrifice the truth for pride, the premise in which we follow.
The past is shrouded, the thoughts do bury deep into confinement, and in your heart they lie so heavy.
Step outside the world of man, and open all the doors.
The truth can set you free, of the anguish prideful nature stores.
So don’t you say another word, I’d rather be right.
Your shadow would haunt you, the hollowness unbearable.
Your reflection knows the truth, your eyes are your tell.
Flames don’t find the water when you’re drowning.
You wallow in fear, you’re all figured out.
The horror, the chaos, we know what you’re all about.
But who is to say that the world is all bad?
Perhaps there remains a firm helping hand.
Just because you’re lonely, doesn’t mean you’re alone.
Your identity shown, but you’re still far from prone.
Your visage a mirage, as your fists turns to tears.
But a hand still extends, and maybe that’s just as perfect as it gets.

The Man Afar

“Why walk around with your tail between your legs. A tail is meant for wagging, so get out there, go-getter. When it comes down to it, what do you really have to lose?”

A loner? An outcast? The assumptions ensue.
But you’re not the only one without a clue.
You’re not assured; you’re insecure, uncomfortable in your skin.
You’re like the rest; you fail the test, acceptance from naught but your kin.
You yield the sword, but claim no reward, uncanny the unforeseen constraints.
Your morals corrupted to public eyes, but your thoughts still pure as a saint’s.
So why drag your feet when you could’ve been running?
Why bow your head when you could’ve been stunning?
You’re clever and witty, you’re timid and shy. You’re merely a human, you still bleed, you still cry.
The unflawed nature of standards, it’s all gone awry.
So which do you choose, water or wine?
Do you still live in fear of the socially divine?
Fear of seclusion again, but what is the point?
We are the people, we all make mistakes.
The world that we live in, is sanctioned by fakes.
Bodies of plastic, their thoughts all the same.
While your happiness suffers, you claim your fame.
Until realization hits you again.
You’ve got nothing to lose and the path that you chose,
Leaves you still but a timid, shy outcast again.
Your shadow will always catch up with you, and who you really are.
But all that is real…is seen only by the man afar.


Tick Tock

“Life is too short. You only get one shot. Let’s just hope that there is more, and that this isn’t all that we’ve got.”

Assumptions galore, but no answer is clear.
Is it apex of life, or should we all fear?
A brand new beginning, a tragic new end.
But what exactly lies beyond the river bend?
Where do we come from? Why are we here?
Do we serve a true purpose? Do the answers draw near?
Save your predictions, and covet your lies.
But every thought spoken, is a though they despise.
A craving for knowledge, they all starve for truth.
But can satisfaction be reached?
Trying to break free from a daydream of confusion.
Clawing at the walls of a hopeless illusion.
It drives us all to the padded white walls of isolation.
Maybe insane is as sane as it gets.
You can all have your theories; you can all place your bets.
You all bet the pot, but you all lose the hand.
The answer of answers, you cannot demand.
For truth only lies at the reaper’s command.
And the answers you seek, on your last grain of sand.
Your eyes lay heavy, but why can’t you sleep?
Imaginations run wild, though the clock tends to creep.
But why plan for tomorrow, just live for today.
Why wallow in troubles that eternally stay?
You worry death now, but the price that you pay…
Is the innocence of youth, in which you let your fear…
Let the clock tick away.
 

[Rayge]

Bang Bang

“This is the world we live in. Every action has its doppelganger, so I suggest you make the right choice. You never know when the mirror shall reflect.”

We serve and protect, but ultimately defect, all imposing, lacking all trust.
Fire once, fire twice, but do heed my advice, no punishment poetically just.
You have your choices, the pen and the sword. But for peace or for chaos, to which your accord?
The screams all fall silent, tormented eyes faded, it’s jaded. What have we created?
Man versus man, brother versus brother, the ultimate goal? Put the blame on another.
Deviations manifest in synch with the beat in your chest.
But can thoughts be so evil if they’re all you’ve ever known? Does corruption lie in shallow or deep the seeds are sown?
Defiled you’ve been bred, and defiled you’ve been grown.
The dispositions of all others, yet your mentors still condone.
Where do you go? Where do you run?
Lobotomized youth, united as one.
To pillage and plunder, it’s all in good fun.
The falling of embers, from each rising sun.
You set the example with rifle in hand, and a bottle of booze in another.
But it’s all the same; media gets the blame, in the eyes of a hotheaded mother.
You gave him a bottle, a joint, and a rifle.
His mistakes and his crimes, you now attempt to stifle?
Ignoring infractions, until you have to trifle?
Bang. Bang.

Happily Ever After

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, yet sometimes that beauty is tainted by wiles. You must have faith to receive faith. Ashes to ashes, and trust to lust.”

You have your faults, I have mine too.
The minds disagree, it all goes askew.
But what is the price we both sacrifice?
To damper true love, simply won’t suffice.
An early conclusion, to a lifetime of bliss.
Why must pride prevail, before the first kiss?
I make mistakes, lacking perfection.
Embracing the gift, that you’re my correction.
Quit looking behind you, I have your back.
Why do you keep watch for me to attack?
Don’t be so worried, since I worry too.
You protect me, and I’ll protect you.
No harlequin’s game, yet you still act.
No cards up my sleeve, we both made the pact.
The young lover’s vow, the bonds breached, never broken are hardly ever spoken due to a fortune in lies.
For the greatest distrust that the other is lust leads these hearts to untimely demise.
The greatest ideal is a love so surreal that troubles shall never be found.
But a love so complex would forever perplex, as I hear no wedding bells sound.
You see it is fate, so before it’s too late.
Discard pride and extend your hand.
The lust was no worry and hell had no fury,
As young love earns a wedding band.
As they lived happily ever after.

Puppet’s Requiem

“Everyone is special. Everybody has their own opinion and individuality. Then why is there so much force fed propaganda if we aren’t meant to be puppets?”

One national indivisible, unbridled praise and support.
With the pull of a string, we salute and retort.
With the slip of a tongue, we all rally our arms.
For a problem unrenowned to us, we still sound the alarms.
Justified evils, and bastardized schemes.
The terrifying truth becomes a land of your dreams.
The horrifying screams drowned by a sweet serenade.
The puppets rise and cheer while burned all those; renegade.
No room for opposition with the sound of marching feet.
Attached by strings, and guns and things, charges forth the naïve fleet, into a land of death and destiny.
But as the renegade were silenced, they still oppose.
The path they chose the thorn of rose, to fight against the orders, as they lie unarmed within the borders.
And with no strings attached the puppeteer in full sight.
My final plight, to wrong make right, as against my own I fight, for their safety and their sanity.
For you see I am no puppet and no pawn. By the brink of dawn, no weapons drawn, yet I support their programmed bravery.
But so you see that all is fair in the battlefield.
Aware of the clueless sword and shield.
Familiar with the guns we yield.
And the crown in which I never kneeled.
For half truths and petty lies would not lead me to despise, but be wise as I do not run into the sunrise towards my demise, that’s no surprise if you open your eyes.