The End of Real

The End of Real


Is there nothing real anymore?
They’ve turned all our prophets into whores,
to turn a profit for the gears of war,
and I take it all in even though I don’t want to take it anymore.

Nothing is genuine,
and if it is,
it’s turned out,
put on an assembly line,
then spat out as a consumable product,
our essence has been sucked dry,
we are the product and the consumer,
part of a perverse machine that hurts the earth and invades our dreams,
searching for redemption on a screen,
log on log off,
“You the sh!t!”, what the fck do you mean?

I am a human being,
I am not feces,
I need a recess,
I need to breathe,
I need Jesus,
Jesus,
we just,
voluntarily march towards a self assisted suicide,
void of all feelings,
finding the spectacle of human outbursts to be nothing more than entertainment,
numb and confused,
users that are used,
we’re all going to die,
the only question is which way will you choose?

And any one of us,
that actually makes enough of an impression,
to actually change our collective thought process,
enough to actually care about anything other than what’s in front of our face,
gets put on paid out and played to make sure we all stay in our place,

it’s all a facade,
a false feeling of feelings,
it’s all a mirage,
a way to cope with what we’re feeling,

used to feel things,
used to play outside,
used to run free,
and feel alive,

now I feel dead,
like something’s died inside,
feels like no matter what I say,
it’ll all be in vain don’t worry they say it’ll all be fine,
because there’s no other way out,
other than crossing that line,
and I’d rather feel something like that pain,
rather than feel nothing all the time…

Is there nothing real anymore?
They’ve turned all our prophets into whores,
to turn a profit for the gears of war,
and I take it all in even though I don’t want to take it anymore.

And I want to pop that last pill or take that final leap of faith,
I want to shut up get a needle and shoot up,
but that’s exactly what they want,
to keep the one’s that still feel quietly used up.

So don’t stop,
don’t ever silence your voice,
speak out speak up,
and remember your life is your choice,

shout scream make a scene express yourself,
we are the poets the mouthpiece for those that can’t speak,
we are the emotional leaders of the 1st World and while we’re killing ourselves,
our self destructive functions are simply sold as products on a shelf,

mass marketed and advertised,
while all of humanity is lost,
and yeah maybe we make a lot of money,
and the kicks are free but our souls are the cost,

and I just want something real,
I just want to feel again,
and I’m hoping and praying and working towards a new beginning,
even though we all know that we’re just moments away from the very end…


∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

The Poetry Trilogy