Submissions by PoeticInjustice

All hail this capitalist perversion.
Where everything has it's price.
Consume it all and don't think twice.
It's all part of the diversion.

So frail, this democratic delusion.
Where people vote to have a voice.
Believing that they have a choice,
But it's all just an illusion.

For sale, is a nation in division.
Where politicians tell their lies,
With hopes that you won't realize
That it's never your decision.

It wont be safe to drink the rain,
Or use the plants from fruited plains.
They'll own the water and...

We scream in circles.
Voices cyclical, cyclonic.
Our echoes escaping their return.
Now on a collision course with the     reality of our understanding.
Vast is the spectrum of our consciousness, as it unwinds into the helix of perception.
We exist as do the inanimate.             Taking up space on a dimensional plain.
How envious they must be,
The stones and the trees,                           Of the eyes that we have and the sights that we see.
Of the sounds that we hear and the breaths that we breathe,
All the senses of life that they can’t...