THE AGONIST – You’re Coming With Me

International dreaming reveals a deceit less obvious.
It’s the lairs who are punished but the liars speak the truth.
I will never know your intention but I’ll make clear my own.
You are guilty by association and I’m taking your sentence on.

To forget is the greatest ardor, forgetting is the favorite cure.
There aren’t many days left to sleep.
Suspicius bullets – silent guns.

Here’s where the men wear pride outside and women smile through dragonflies.
You were supposed to wait for me, that’s how I built this up to be.
I’m the kill the retriever coudn’t find, the round that got away.
Just leave my corpse to feed the worms, I’ll soon just dissipate.

I’m going straight to hell and you’re coming with me!
Yesterday’s air suffocates me.

See, I have this gift to give to you. Take it carefully, it’s yours.
But if ever you should break it, please return it to the source.
It’s a shame you’ve not still hungary – sugared hands surrounds the still.
Exhibitionist intentions through the window carved in skin.
I’ll shut up so you’ll explain to me human sacrifice.
Subtle tears, I loved you too, your desperate hillsides, your forest of depression and your houses built on lies.

I’m going straight to hell and you’re coming with me!
Yesterdays air suffocates me – I’ll take your oxygen.
Equine corpses bored to death.
Purge the fetus like arguments.
Time’s up, get on board, you’re coming with me.

It’s hard to watch you crumble, watch the flames lick your complexion bare, removing the pretense that you cared.
I see the woman facing away, I feel the distance in her gaze.
One day she will turn around and push me back so my past is erased.
Flying birds like kites, my eyes are so full of sun I don’t know how I’ll ever learn your language.
Only an insect forgets the earth when drawn into the sun.

My Panophobia is based on my education. Reality is what you non-belivers call religion.
You only cower faced with what you know to be the truth.
My faith is strong, can’t break the bonds, despite the lack of proof.
You’re just one more reason to burn this place down.
Plant your face in the ground. Put you back where you came from.
Enjoy the worms reclaiming your organs.
Majority always wins, I’ve chosen my weapons.
I’m devolving this place – you can’t have slaughter without laughter.

I’m going straight to hell and you’re coming with me!
Yesterdays air suffocates me – I’ll take your oxygen.
Equine corpses bored to death.
Purge the fetus like arguments, how did we go from that to this?
Sure, I’m guilty. Still, you’re coming with me!

THE AGONIST – Waiting Out The Winter

Which is more elusive — freedom or sanity?
When one disappears the other follows so quickly.
Certain species, races, beings are gifted, you see, with the power to rob us of either should they feel so inclined, to bother.
The land is run by a man-made set of rules, described an Holy or patriotic tools.
Ethics are invented, although as a consciousness is not.
Adamant beliefs are highly protected and when challenged frequently emerge victorious.
You can’t speak, think or feel.
Severed wings never heal.
So justifies the kill.
Wait out the Winter under forced custody.
The static cold feels more like home than this open-armen penitentiary and we embrace the comfort of lost liberty.
So fictile is identity without self-governance.
They name the soul as an important part.
That’s why free-thinkers always feel so lost and desperate.
But every species has a heart.
And I just witnessed my first death.
I watched the last escaping breath.
I just saw a life turned to death.
For them to claim it doesn’t count is reckless, blind ignorance!
A cry for help — silenced — I saw her go…
I don’t know where, a frightened stare became a lifeless glare…
Suddenly she was no longer there with me, although I’m there with her.
I don’t quite know when it was okay to exhale…
The excuse-making race decides that breaking their own laws applies.
But, taking ANY life is wrong; I feel the pain for everyone.
Though you can stand, learn, still ignore, the weight of knowledge cracks glass floors.
Ink runs quickly, blood runs slow, so wait for the rain (red) waters to flood the snow.
Wait out the Winter under forced custody.
The static cold feels more like home than this open-armen penitentiary and we embrace the comfort of…
Disgrace yourself because you’ve caged yourself in.
Destined path’s and dead-end.
Eyes take snapshots from broken clocks.
Motion slows to a sleep-walk and senses shut down with the frost and All in ending…
Mental hibernation.

THE AGONIST – Void Of Sympathy

I remember the way your hand reached out and closed doors.
I remember, though memories serve no purpose anymore.
Wrong direction. I now see what I didn’t look for.
Feed all perfection and bite the hand you once adored because…

Now you’ve gone too far.
So let me show you how I will win every war and the battlefield is all mines.

Thieving, grieving, believing the opposition.
Failure to say you’re devoid of sympathy.

Your forced oppression is one thing that I can tell you, for sure, just won’t affect me…
so just keep trying to push it more.
Your sub-human surprise keeps my hatred alive.
Be thankful to survive because I’m just getting started now…

See how you’ve gone too far?
Attempts to put me down won’t succeed anymore.
But, your actions will leave a scar.

Thieving, grieving, believing the opposition.
Failure to say you’re devoid of sympathy.

Now life taken away, breaking away, destroying it,
now I’m fine blinded willingly, until recently suspicion was set free.
That was then… so what?
This is now.
Tell them this is now.

Thieving, grieving, believing the opposition.
Failure to say you’re devoid of sympathy.

THE AGONIST – Trophy Kill

Often misjudged are the criminals among us;
guilty and their sentence is not yet served.
How broken and dead the reigning race would be if we all got what we deserved.
All sentient beings are only those that we dictate – how can you judge what you lick off your plate?
Giver now has been brutally raped. Who knows if the future has so good a taste?

…Although we know what the future has, for us, in store, a consumption society just breaks right through the door…

In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive.
Now, look at your hands – your command tells who will survive.

Fresh mermaid carcasses wash up on shore.
They’re a prize to be won and a cheap thrill – be more.
Paranoid grins on fake colorless smiles, fear of the hollow between wrong and right.

Sobriety is no longer an option when digging up words from the trench you fall in.

…At the top of your game, who cares?
The ones below are too far down.
But we’re the ones who kill our neighbours to stay safe and sound…

In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive.
Now, look at your hands – your command tells who will survive.
Trophy Kill

We are such great masochists.
Fuck you, fucking hypocrite!
We are such great masochists.
Fuck you
Too bad you do what you do to score.
True, that you knew what you know, before.

In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive.
Now, look at your hands – your command tells who will survive.

THE AGONIST – The Sentient

Here once stood one hundred million speciae, undiscovered until extinction.
Here once stood unnatural amounts of prey turned product — mechanized slaughter.
The Sentient flaunted their machinist superiority — an ersatz compensation for real instincts lost.
Millenia of ancestry, polwed down for modern industry; the solution to their housing crisis was in fact the cause.
So, why not humanity for habitats?
Because they’redamned if they do and damned when they can’t!
Euthanasia is a crimeless death penalty , but it’s still better than what they get when they’re tortured, brutally murdered, because some fucking coward can’t make a clean living.
So he picks in the voiceless children;
“Well, they’re not smart like us, they won’t feel a thing!”
That’s a fact? Please explain!
Why should we even care?
The things that we destroyed did not need to be there.
And we know what is right!
It’s survival of the selfish!
The bi-pedal tyrant goes down with his ship in the end.
Here once stood invented laws and morals, applicable to selective followers.
And.
As such, rulers reserved the right to control matters of death and life.
…oxygen and oceans…
Metal rusts, cement crumbles.
To err is human, not divine.
Prayers are so intently mumbled when proud man is forced to decline.

THE AGONIST – The Mass Of The Earth

I just wrote to tell you this; I did just my very best. I went far but got stuck there. I picked up the pieces, I was your vigilant soldier but the mass of the earth just weighed too heavily on me. How can truth be opinion? How can fact be right and wrong? The familiar turned strange, good and evil unhinged. My utilitarian comfort unsettled. Consequentialist moral reasons categorically examined. Self-knowledge is a loss of innocence! I heard your call to arms, set off the doomsday alarm, but never heard back. So, I set out alone. I don’t believe all I’ve been shown. A quest for truth and fact. I passed a desert town. Uninhabitable pastures of ash brown. Abandoned structures littered like an Aerstan scene. But then desperate people appeared. They had lived in constant drought for ten years ever since pollution got the best of them — wiped them clean. So, I thought “I’ll take their curse away! Let them flourish, I’ll take the pain.” I lifted their drought and went on my way. So I’m asking you, help me carry? I’m Atlas, Jesus and Hades. Won’t someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is obsolete. The journey is bitter-sweet. Logic and consistency do not mix with morality. Justify your atrocities, the trump card never fails. Remove the greed and the ego, and the consciences prevails. No longer empty-handed, I stopped at the coast to rest but found a flood of people drowning in a sea of hatred. They begged and pleaded “End this war! Have acceptance and peace restored!” So, I drank up all their poison oaths. So I’m asking you help me carry? I’m Atlas, Jesus and Hades. Won’t someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is obsolete. There’s nothing left but wrong with me. Global systems all degrading. I’ll take the problems so the World can breathe. And I have nowhere to take thewm so, forever they’ll accompany me. The future is much longer than the past. I picked up wrongs along the way, removed them from the mass. But I still had to jettison things to outrun gravity and not wanting to further pollute. I just left behind parts of me. I’m collecting your tradition, your religion, your depression. I’m trading in your affection to put us all to sleep. So here I lay, bent shoulders, broken ribs. I sink into the earth and all I can hope is to take this baggage to the grave — one more step I cannot take — by the time you read this I’ll have passed away.

THE AGONIST – The Escape

Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How beauty shames skill
Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
Art gaining post-mortem fame

Oh Creatice!
Your vibrant portfolio has never shown as brightly
As your latest masterpiece
All efforts’ fruition in such a wondrous offspring
How did you manage a piece so perfect?

Entrancing passers-by to lock eyes and gaze, hypnotized
Overcome with a need to outdo the last
A child born so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his footing
Forgets who and where raised him and how he came to be

But a growing pain cannot explain behavior of the like
A perfect child deserves the best
But at the cost of what else did you instill this need
To over-consume without regret?

Broken pencils, charred marble drafts
He leaves destruction in his path
Your one mistake, oh great Creatice
Was giving too large a brain

(This organ, like disease, can disseminate beyond your reach
You didn’t predict this, a carnal rebellion in its wake)

Strike back with forces beyond his reach
That even six billion can’t defeat
Go lock up the aggressor, quarantine before it’s too late
Bred to lose sense of consequence
In his greed he exhausts your milk, your blood, your shelter…
Don’t let him escape!

Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How beauty shames skill
Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
Art gaining post-mortem fame

Throw your blood upon his lands, your skin cracked and depleted
Suck the air out from his lungs, expose him fully, let him burn
Show him to appreciate, discipline the cruel ingrate
You still have theh power to reshape – do not let this escalate

Vapors vanish in the night, statuesque guards seconds too late
What rebellion possessed thee?
A dangerous subterfuge, a lonely rampage, anxious fleet
Like limbs tumbling horizontally

Now it’s too late – the child has escaped!
Indignant ties, parental constraints
A child protected sets self free
And the ingrate will lie in the bed he has made
As a self-imposed apocalypse finally sets You free

THE AGONIST – Thank You, Pain

So, lowly criminal, please tell me, how do you plead?
Now, honorable judges, ladies, gentlemen of the jury, please allow me to present my case…
Ha!
What case can you possibly present to rip a man from his family, faith and friends?
Defense?
Listen before you convict, you see, I never did intend to ruin anything!
Intent is a guilty conscience’s white flag against pride, so I find you guilty of the crimes.
I know, although, I don’t believe, it’s not only my afterlife I bereave.
Appeals will be denied!
The line of duty calls for an enforcement of laws, so you’re our property now.
Intelligence has failed you somehow.
Oh, what a shame you play this game!
Through senses, what can we explain?
Not joy, not guilt, not pain.
Is love the same?
This senseless argument in vain erodes my sense of shame.
Who’s to blame?
Thank you, Pain (for crippling my body)!
God bless suffering!
Thank you, Pain (for freeing my brain)!
For preventing me from returning to the source again.
So shall it be!
Now do you see the error of your ways?
Of rats and men you speak, standing up tall but you are weak.
A smiling thief.
We are all murderers, you see, but you let taboo human chemistry bling your needs.
Love is greed!
Logic won’t concede.
Think about the statistics you feed.
Think before you plead.
Through senses, what can we explain?
Not joy, not guilt, not pain.
Is love the same?
This senseless argument in vain erodes my sense of shame.
Who’s to blame?

THE AGONIST – Take A Bow

Powerless, depressed, I try to conceal all the wreckage inside.
But, they are denied the basic rights hand-delivered to all mankind.

My patience tried; forgiveness died; my hands are tired.
Let go. All of the sears built up the walls. Life drifting far below!
Instinct can’t save you now, man stand up, take a bow.
The sun always hides behind the clouds.
Always.

Tell me: When did we lose our way?
Why is the whole world our prey? Inhumane is the trend nowadays.
How much more can the pay?
In the end…

My patience tried; forgiveness died; my hands are tired.
Let go. All of the sears built up the walls. Life drifting far below!
Instinct can’t save you now, man stand up, take a bow.
The sun always hides behind the clouds.
Always.

How blind we’ve been to let destructive forces fly.
Peal ears hear them, closed hands feel them.
Empathy begins when all this ends.

End all innocent lives right now.
For we bring nothing and claim the crown.
End all innocent lives right now.
For we bring nothing and claim the crown.

THE AGONIST – Serendipity

Stillborn pride – let me hide!

Once more I’ve stepped across the line,
Repeating to myself that everything is fine.

Once more I’m shipwrecked far from shore.
This time the war and blood and gore are mine.
Approaching the end, thinking it’s all pretend.
Then – clarity, so close to me.
Although I knew I killed me to I came back to life.
The key is flexibility.
Guard your strengths and drown the rest: out of mind, out of sight.

The chains on my wings … still tight but loosening.
The age of wondering led me to a place never revisited again.

Stillborn pride – spare my mind!

Don’t regret all of your past – you can’t change.
Tears dry but they’re never your last – that won’t change.
The first stone has just been cast – Show restraining.

You can’t take all my apathy.
You can’t take such a tragedy.
You can’t brake all my fallacies.

Let serendipity.

Okay – so things don’t always go your way.
We may see things for what they are someday.

So things don’t always go your way.
See things for what they are today.

THE AGONIST – Rise And Fall

This human incompetence and its consequence,
Sub-human intolerance hitting home.
This stupid, old prejudice and its consequence;
civilian rights are not right for all deserve rights, large and small.

Rise and fall..
each breath could be the last
chances have all come and passed.

Why can’t we just shake the urge to end everything?
Property lines slice through the Earth.
The sadden urge to control our surroundings;
Money and time now define the worth as we rise and we fall.

Rise and fall..
each breath could be the last
chances have all come and passed.

Fighting for land to own… and man will always find reasons for war.
Fighting wars yields bitter rewards so let’s contemplate what to fight for.

From the oceans we rise… to the ashes we fall.
All for one… not one for all.

Where do we go when we no longer exist?
Apologies are useless, they’re nothing, they’re important.
To savour the taste of youth and sweet control…
Hierarchical classes split the masses – pray your ranking’s high.

Off – white, low – life, nuisance in a flawless life,
ground underfoot like ashes.
The world’s a fucking gas chamber.

Populations rise and fall.

THE AGONIST – Revenge Of The Dadaists

Sont-ils prisonniers? [French: Are they locked in?]
Devrais-je les libérer? [French: Should I release them?]

This seclusion frightens me

What happened to youthful armies,
Manicured gardens,
Proud role models?

Now I sit
Dependent zombie
Longing for the physical

One can’t destroy energy
One can only transfer it
What if I never acknowledged reality
Could I avoid it?

Broken tree roots curling up as if to grow towards the sky
Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to hell

Grabbing air pockets to free yourself
You trip on extra limbs
And crumble in

The dirt feels cold and soft
Seems so foreign yet so welcoming
You hear the Earth breathe and for a moment, laying there
Get an internal perspective
Molecule mix and flesh confuses with elements

You aren’t sure about getting up
Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the Earth is
The way to live for centuries
Coffins float upside down like cumulus

Knock and see who’s inside!
You wonder how the doors don’t swing open
Are they locked in?
Should i release them?

You leave footsteps of fire
So no one can follow your tracks
I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back

You never told me that I would get so badly burnt
I always freeze upon contact now
So the flames don’t hurt

Does controlling pain make it void
If energy is transferred, not destroyed?

I invite them to all join
Forcing confusion through ballpoint

Did you forget the intentional dreaming and patriotic cut-outs?
I still feel the strangulation throttling me out

This is still not the way you want to end
The leaves swing down to tuck you in
This is where you won’t wake up again
I hope you will – I’m just not convinced

You feel the mantle pulse

The fissures throb
The nucleus bellows
You see those around you
Who felt it all along

Black eyes and superior senses
Curious noses seem
They seem apathetic

Should they really care?
They know they knew what we refuse to understand
Prevention only goes so far
Make way for the newborn

There’s only so much carbon in the work
Take a number

You’ve had your time
Get in line
You must be this good to ride

You leave footsteps of fire
So no one can follow your tracks
I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back

You never warned me that I would get so badly burnt
I always freeze upon contact now
So the flames don’t hurt
You must be this good to die

THE AGONIST – Predator & Prayer

We hear you, we don’t care
We hear you, we don’t care
We hear you, we don’t care

You sit and soak in your beliefs
You cling to ice and think
You’ll float away to your demise
And won’t regret a thing

Allow me to shatter your fantasy
Your childhood dream
I’ll crush your reality
The gabled roofs make it easy

I know you aren’t kidding
I can’t help but find it fitting

We’re the ones who hear your prayers
We won’t answer, we don’t care
So, let your demons in
This is where your life begins

I’m selfish and responsible. I want the credit and I’ll take the blame.
Earth created man, man created God – I’m not passive enough to allow some invention to take it all.

I’m part of a macrocosm
That is the living Earth
And like a body or cell
It is my will to keep the Earth in health

We’re the ones who hear your prayers
We won’t answer, we don’t care
So, let your demons in
This is how your life begins

How are you so gullible?
So easily swayed?
I just want to shake you
Break through your daze

Our brains aren’t sophisticated enough to understand the complexity and wonder of Nature.
God is a man-made invention to allocate power and responsibility to a tacitile body.

We’re the ones who hear your prayers
We won’t answer, we don’t care
So, let your demons in
This is when your life begins

Believers prefer to be right than correct
In an environment for change, turn left
Sight through mind is imagination
Hallucination mimics perception
Bridge the chasm between blindness and sight
The machinery of the brain generates the theater of the Mind

We hear you, we don’t care
We hear you, we just don’t care

THE AGONIST – Panophobia

Keep out the intruders! Put the drawbridge up!
The enemy ransacked what we had just rebuilt!
Now the garden lies in serene symmetry
And severe color theory.
Roots slowly poisoining
Through strategic seeds planted inside. We’re much safer self-preserved.
Let the Dead Sea rise.
No, the watch dogs aren’t robots.
They can’t defend against their lures.
Doors that weld shut behind you and books that fly like birds.
Crushed by backpacks filled with ammo, luggage carts distracted the defense.

And the troops sneak in undetected, charades begin, start the pretense. Obsessive thought in royal chambers invites Trojan warriors in. Little exceptions seem so harmless, little victories, little wins. And now why has the plan failed? We sit here aimless once again. With all units deployed fully, how is it we let him in? All the corporals agreed: zero-tolerance enforced. But as cold as doorknobs were I somehow still opened the doors. Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline. We all fear the last few inches but they’re so far out, we’re blind. A dysfunctional team, we are, no one following the rules. Yes I’ll do my best to protect you but your disobedience intrudes. Skeletons escape the flesh like ants through tightly clenched fists. This time impeach the tyrant! What a contradictory statement — suicidal self-preservationist. Although logic understands, prison chambers still exist. Chambers East and West conspiring, neighbors North and South unite. With the four working against me I’m powerless and losing sight! This is a forced entry. This is algometry. This is panophobic. Immunity gets sick. This is a forced entry. This is algometry. This is panophobic. Taken down, brick by brick. This is a forced entry. This is algometry. This is panophobic. This is the last conflict.

THE AGONIST – Momento Mori

Can’t you see how far I’ve bent?
Fuel abuse at my expose.
The link that’s crawl up silken threads and, swift, entomb the not quite dead.

That sickening numbness Lindsight hides, like spiders creeps out from inside.
Remember, simply don’t pretend; both good and bad will come to end.

How love’s blindfold wears so thin…
The World’s too strange when seen without!
The arrow’s head plunged so far in my body taught me just how to live on without.

You tore away a part of my body.
So virgin pure, you fed off blood from my soul.
No longer will your silhouette haunt me.
Reject obsession, let it born in the cold.
Writhing, wriggling free from all the superficial constraints.
But that sickening numbness hindsight hides, like spiders, creeps out from inside.

How love’s blindfold wears so thin…
The World’s too strange when seen without!
The arrow’s head plunged so far in my body taught me just how to live on without.

Your fingers burn their prints on my skin.
But, greedy hands can’t grope their way into my mind.
No more (permanent sears) with your venom reach my awe-glazed eyes.
Though, (permanent) my last hope was strangled; although you’ve burned me.
Your fingers burn their prints on my skin.

That corpse constantly shadowing my every move.
With each step I take, pavement grinds my flesh away.
The precious, static rest beneath my slumber holds me up though persuasion pulls me down.

THE AGONIST – When The Bough Breaks

Alone… she was… and we face this journey alone…
Helpless and weak, dependent on others’ decisions and needs.
But who’s to say what is right?
To protect a soul or to save a life?
Is it a plague or a gift — the ability to create in the way of the Gods?
We are instinctual artists.
Atlas had nothing on what we’ve got.
When half a race carries the weight of existence and society shuns most circumstances, reputation screams to conform and cast out anything deviating from the norm.
The only way to believe your lies is to spread them far and spread them wide.
Creation like a limitless universe… but boundaries are what defines your size…
Wake up.
Remember nightmares by sharing them upon gaining consciousness.
A flooded nation is soon to spoil so wave your flags west!
Equality will never be attained when blaming Eve for the sins we’ve gained.
A fighter untilthe end — but sympathy only kicked in once she was dead.
The sacrifice of a life, or rather an exchange, instead.
Pity, regret and sorrow turned to hope, but even then the newborn winds up dead.
Black — white, wrong — right.
Quite a simple hypocrisy.
Since when is an accident a responsibility?
If you play God once, I can play God twice.
Give me the decision and I’ll handle the fight.
Materialism now subsides.
Tradition exists when no one has the guts to change.
Someone asked me what difference One can make, one day.
For we’re the moss; the Earth — the stone, so let us do as did the Tree.
For silence will long be ignored, and action recognized quickly.
What if?
I should have…
Hindsight always haunts me.
A thosand Judases could never stop me.
Slings and arrows disappoint and taunt me.
But I’m not wrong, and I’ll sacrifice everything just because I know the way since the beginning.
…hindsight always haunts me, and then the bough breaks.

THE AGONIST – Globus Hystericus

What says the Tree to his friends the Rocks?
When he lives and breathes they sit and mock?
And he grows strong, for centuries long, but one he dies and begins to rot.
“We will last intact this way! And you my friend, will soon decay!”
“But I can breathe — am commensal; the shade, the fruits, the nests on bough.
And if with this, my time finite, I’m glad to have spent it doing right.”
But Rocks prefer to simply sit.
To gain none, lost none, just exist.
But nary should an ocean rise, they’d become sand and disappear with the tides.
When trees ignite a cyclical life, from plant to animal to Earth and back; whom, even when their roots are ploughed, have left exponential impact.
And so, the greedy human kind, to conquer trees tall, mountains high, erects gigantic splinters of steel that shame forests, make mountains to kneel.
And progress spreads like moss on a stone.
Evolution dictates that men are prone to outdo those that came before.
“You see? We’ll last forever more!”
We improve what nature made.
We’ll challenge mountains, transplant lakes.
There is no confirmed master plan.
We do it just because we can.
But foolish is the one who complacently thinks himself King because when Time erodes the past what remains are Nature’s things.
Quite Shakespearean duals, those between parent and offspring are!
As Chronos devours his Son, Gaia to mankind so starts.
Metal rusts, cement crumbles.
To err is human, not divine.
Prayers are so intently mumbled when proud man is forces to decline.
Steel, concrete, technology may stand intact for centuries, but faces with wind or flood or quake, like toys will crumble, bend and break.
I say with actions what you do with words.
For we’re the moss; the Earth — the stone, so let us do as did the Tree.
For silence will long be ignored, and action recognized quickly.
We won’t outlive our generation but our impact surely will.
This — the Rocks’ humiliation — when they witness we are still alive in what we’ve left for others, like Nature gives, so selflessly.
So pay respect to out true Mother and take your rank amongst the Trees.

THE AGONIST – Forget Tomorrow

Fall into flames
All that remains of me is a stepped on, thrown out piece of your enemy.
All that remains of me is about to hit the ground.

When you begin to deny all of your past lives…
When you begin to deny that you can’t defend your lies…

In total, in control
Yet thrown overboard get pulled below…
Wait patiently as it surrounds me.
In vitro go home… go… set me free
The end is only a bloodloss, cointoss tragedy.
Blinded-eyed guilty plea.

So caught up in here and now.
Walk on, walk on.
Lie expectancy goes down… corruption.
The weakest mind will wear the crown because we all need protection.
Escape is a dangerous art – addiction is the easy part.
(Please don’t let me fall into flames…)

Night falls and darkness rises deep inside his skin.
Blood, sweat and tears will soon pay for this sin.

In total in control
Yet thrown overboard get pulled below…
Wait patiently as it surrounds me.
Walks towards home, thinks he’s alone…
Wait and you’ll see – the frost glows in his eyes.
Explanation is only a disguise for Death’s now enterprise.
Infiltration…
Self-destruction.. Felt so lonely, what a tragedy.

THE AGONIST – Everybody Wants You (Dead)

You did me wrong! Yeah, you screwed me.
But — guess what! I win, you lose.
How funny, what you show when you’ve got nothing to prove.
Everybody wants you? Everybody wants you dead.
But I want you right here
To see your face when you’ve got no one left.

Sticky fingers touch the treetops…
Could we collapse them with one slip?
Can you really swear by a reality where miles are measured by inch?
Tonight we are two, dipping toes in flooding puddles.
Programmed romance makes us shudder, pictures never grow old.
Obviously dusting powdery days off your skin,
Familiar eyes are rabid, transplanted to a stranger’s skull.

How am I to keep you happy, healthy and strong when you harbor such infection, such scar tissue in your bones. I didn’t think dysplasia would so affect it. You know, tonight there is a crime to commit.

I’m thinking it through — I’m convinced it’s true. You’re the beach of my attention but the tide is coming in. Will you buckle down like barnacles, a one-time contagion?

Will you passively wade away like layers of pollution? Or will you still be holding your breath when tides go out again? What happened to what you thought of me? I shattered all the imagery. The pretense was a forgery — I really am what I present. You know, tonight there’s a crime to commit and I’m the criminal, victim and punishment.

THE AGONIST – Dead Ocean

An Ocean waves hello
Feathers decorate the air and sleeping giants approach.
An absolute nightmare — not having footing to flee.
Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty.
Grotesque interest drew you near but sorrow and awe keep you here.
The Ocean suicide.
Here come the leeches gathering around their host.
Hard to believe it, arterial seacost.
King of carcass, I’ll drown in is death.
Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument.
Sorrow and awe keep and keep you here while the Ocean breaks.
Flesh weighs more than atmosphere — what’ keeping them afloat?

Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts. The moon mocks you with a knowing grin. Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish? Was your role fulfilled? Was that it? Are you face up or face down? Cardinal points are semantic, geometry is religion for mathematicians. The womb that birthed us keep us close Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship. The air feels hydrogen-heavy. Your elements are individualizing. Red algae pours across the panorama. Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you. With every once you lose, you forget you ever feared you’re physically free. One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow. Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy. Approachable outside to welcome them in. Black holes set in spin. A resource more valuable than we expect, wrangled together to redirect. I’ve been around this place before, I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way, molding a populace out of clay

Stuck in the earth, we’ll stay.