The-Utopia-Code

I am living proof the world ain't perfect Somehow, sometimes, always, never   The seasons of imperfection. Require no reflection. Deflection, rejection, no direction. Just thought I'd mention. I see it more every day You know… either way   The gifted are rising to the surface Of Human correction Place, face, race, taste All are finding their place Amongst the most challenging;   Human ability to adapt, adopt, evolve My most regretful resolve   I am closer to dissolving Than Earth in heavy rain   Satisfaction, positive action I am humbled in my own Faction   Outclassed, on the team Coaches thought I did seem   To have talent Never relent.   Rejections all I had sent My band played in my basement   Another life have but too show Forward it did seem   A carpenter born in me Creating indelible art Music still played in my head Too saturate, like it rained Took rule book, learned, played to win   An amazing amount of years This season, and another... Some way to ever explain I'll never

I stand alone at the end of time, the end time for Earth. Everything is bathed in crimson red light I stand in an amphitheatre. I have no recall ever dreaming this before Or again since. The memories remain fully form I even still see the red amphitheatre Memory dream, relived regularly An Avatar hovered toward me. It is also bathed in total red. I realise I'm dead. The Avatar offered comfort, explaining what I was seeing. Miles of information stored in small "cards" Lineages descendants children, and the parents of all of these I asked what my Legacy would be? A single image hovered before. I was stunned; it listed my entire family and children born since. I decided not to look, that information Could be harmful. The Avatar assured me the last of my Descendants were only phantoms from other lives. I woke up, stunned staring caring fearing. My life is my own I did not need validation, Under the massive heat of the red giant Sol a mere million of miles away; I decided

Where mere passing thoughts influence the very fabric of reality – Not totally random but measured by the perceived reality of one who is in the void – The very essence of the void cannot be metred by that which perceives – Instead the void replays that perception from the foundation of the anti-reality / nonexistence – An echo of what the most tangible is anti-perceived/anti-intelligence – The echo of the tangible will most often be repeated anti-perception – The conversely perceived echo will be anti-mirrored – anti-nonexistence.

The gravity of you words Hit me at terminal velocity Not as absurd Nor an oddity You're above with your point of view I am below, ready to understand you I have no fear of the word themselves Only how high they fell from the bookshelf I cope, and I'm a dope To think there was a hope I'll wash the memory with psychic soap To dilute the impact, of the fact That there was none - no hope I remain in fear of further impact That is a fact I'll make a pact, my castle sacked By your perfect attack The silver chain wound up in the trash My intent could only crash An invisible slash on the side of my mind Maybe one day you'll receive in kind It, in fact would ease my mind Inevitable, as all expect such a fear

Something simple Something bad Something beautiful Something bad Docile Domicile Hearty home Some so still Warms to the bone Background of green Background seen What it might have been Who I was then So inside Yet so revealed Your warmness fell Your warmness felt Some mistake Some at stake Some never did Some never hid I burned in the fire the echo of that one wrong thing I burned in all that echo everything My heart stopped to sing Only missing thing Was a reason never spoke Never from that dream awoke Dream Awoke Like smoke To catch that smoke Again.

I wanna live forever, never die, never feel pain Heal like a mutant from the movies Be a hero that people believe I know better of course Getting old means something Doing it longer Means something Like a hero that never dies When the movie ends My body will age But my soul will never die It seems impossible not a lie I'm just not that old yet So old no one will forget For ever wanting more life Why? Because I want more Everyone does, only I really mean it I have seen it Immortal, deathless, endless, forever Stronger than pain More endless than the rain The storm will never stop The cream rises to the top I get that a lot Oh, I forgot something Life is preparation for death What comes next is more incredible Indelible, forever marked Like an arcane tattoo that never fades I can forgive my self For not being all of these things That is what makes the dream worth it.

don't throw back the one who wasn't sweet none better to see you on the street who you're not and you know what that is discreet, neat, sweet didn't you see me leaning on the tree the one in front of my house like the cross balanced behind your blouse like an 'x' marks the spot over your heart not where it ends but when it's going to start the rest of tomorrow before we start today we never knew why its always harder that way.

First find found keep The thought there deep Find forget fret need The air moves with speed Having holding deep dive Keeping kept to stay alive One only lonely the solitary Loosing track keep a diary Catching the air It's so very near Having holding false Nothing like the first Solitary Self Seen Keeping thoughts clean Wash away the pain Lighter on expectations Stronger salutations Chasing the end Seems like the start New mind, new heart, new joy Conclave destroy Emotional envoy Hold hard keep Too tight, too deep Keeping released Leaving the created - Alone.

{LYRICS} [Intro] This poetry is about, 'very in the spotlight'. [Chorus 1] The pain that no one could see... the world was ablaze, in some kind of power struggle; to be seen but not seen. [Fill] [Chorus 2] Adjusting perception. [Instrumental] Power came from that global illusion; sometimes too much and or not enough[Not Enough] [Down Tempo] sometimes being ostracised for lack of power, or too much[Too Much] or treated as the subject of some horrible mental lie[Horrible] [Instrumental] [Chorus 3] Missing, lost, forgotten, and tossed, Now everything, now everything[Everything] Is gone, gone, gone... [Pre Chorus] Yet existence intensifies, almost seen by everyone's eyes, We're going blind, behind, bind, bound, gone [Gone] [Instrumental] Any day it will slowly die[Today] Missing. goodbye[Goodbye] [Chorus 4] Yet the memory never dies, it will be a surprise; Unwanted, downsized. Yet remains; dead and not dead, Boxed up in our head. Living and possibly dead again.

I am living proof the world ain't perfect Somehow, sometimes, always, never   The seasons of imperfection. Require no reflection. Deflection, rejection, no direction. Just thought I'd mention. I see it more every day You know… either way   The gifted are rising to the surface Of Human correction Place, face, race, taste All are finding their place Amongst the most challenging;   Human ability to adapt, adopt, evolve My most regretful resolve   I am closer to dissolving Than Earth in heavy rain   Satisfaction, positive action I am humbled in my own Faction   Outclassed, on the team Coaches thought I did seem   To have talent Never relent.   Rejections all I had sent My band played in my basement   Another life have but too show Forward it did seem   A carpenter born in me Creating indelible art Music still played in my head Too saturate, like it rained Took rule book, learned, played to win   An amazing amount of years This season, and another... Some way to ever explain I'll never

I stand alone at the end of time, the end time for Earth. Everything is bathed in crimson red light I stand in an amphitheatre. I have no recall ever dreaming this before Or again since. The memories remain fully form I even still see the red amphitheatre Memory dream, relived regularly An Avatar hovered toward me. It is also bathed in total red. I realise I'm dead. The Avatar offered comfort, explaining what I was seeing. Miles of information stored in small "cards" Lineages descendants children, and the parents of all of these I asked what my Legacy would be? A single image hovered before. I was stunned; it listed my entire family and children born since. I decided not to look, that information Could be harmful. The Avatar assured me the last of my Descendants were only phantoms from other lives. I woke up, stunned staring caring fearing. My life is my own I did not need validation, Under the massive heat of the red giant Sol a mere million of miles away; I decided

https://youtu.be/rUtFaKCMfUQ Tracing patterns in our skulls The hipshot is most reliable Yet flawed   We enter the room so full of incense Eyesight was limited to about a foot in length   Its scent reminded us to Relax and gather strength   A powerful yet unknown song Began on original vinyl   The rhythm was droning A Baritone so low it was barely perceptible Provided opening verse So too did the surrounds Begin to come apart   The dust from deep in our hearts Repaired with broken parts When did it all start   The early models summarily Were decommissioned Rebuilt Repaired   Hidden circles trace spiral patterns The human mind too flawed to read   Familiar verse The Baritone did sing   Of unseen things Unknown things Hidden or repurposed   Yes this is the one Empty Box empty   Yet another Boon Not at All too Soon.