A dream I once had

I.
walking alone
shivering from the cold
but i alienated myself
took to the streets
to release my distortions
thoughts i cannot remedy
tools used to abuse
taken from struggles
of earlier inductions made
choosing whats next
sleepless night
struggle to fufill
the hollow ache i
cannot reach, so move over
tonight i walk alone
inside this dream
a dream i have made
with my own two hands
theres nothing you can do
so please let me be abused
by raving madness construed
into these tunes i’ve shaped
from misery once had
continue to walk alone
shivering from the cold

II.
struggle to pursue
simple thoughts once had
planted seeds made to bloom
once spring time came (to be)
but never made it
growing up can be so cold
rules being placed upon
thoughts once young
maturing with passing age
material education on
worlds clashing above your head
conditioning your mind
to play, to rules so old
that they make no sense
to have anymore
not in this world
anymore,

III.
simply put these words
will not explain at all without
meaning borrowed by those
who continued on living
so that i may be here writing

writing what exactly
is why these words tumble out of me
hoping to capture those rhythms
out of air struggling to
form some thought of why
in this head of mine

so i continuously push
beyond the brink of
self acquisition in this journey
filled dream thought into life
so beauty may be told
with intricate illusions

for we live in physical shadow
of what lays beyond death
but fear not for you will go on
as will i in this world believed
to be a by product not of our
creation, but by matter forming
outwards from a bang

IV.
stuck in between words
climactic dialogue of self
twisted sense of doubt
portrayed by illegitimate reason
struggling to find it all
without losing the beat
but constant hatred rings out
disturbing the mood
aligning the fuse
till it all explodes right
back into his face

V.
these last words echoing
crying out to be heard
not wanting war or hate
denying dogma and extremism
outwitting racism and violence
discarding old age thinking
of monetary gods, things being loved
more than Life around believing
is seeing to some yet
destroying what they see
double think is not survival
its inevitable death by
human stupidity to realize
an end for all Life
on this organism called earth