Sunyata
(Sanskrit for "emptiness")

Nada, sunyata, whole lotta nothing

The virtual reality experience of absolutely nothing that requires programming is not the true tao
Where there's friction there's incisions, doesn't anti-matter, we never met when I set everything aside and zoomed out
far far away, a part of all seperate presence, unpretentious weaponless intelligence's cells are too proud
shoot down what's mulched by wind, trap in a vacuumed jar with only god, disease breathing filth wiped clean from the boom town
a cleansing of addictive memories and damning evidence
religious commitment to the just-so grandiloquence
rising at night, too shy for light clandestine plans and projections
stomped into a grave vanishing remnants of unanswered questions
stand at attention for the fading of a vanquished nemesis
it's easy to die with a scale of time so anthropocentric
dangling from a lamp filament, birthday candle with both ends lit
becoming a vampire's reflection in one ambivalent nanosecond
the previous instant put to shame pretty pictures
in a crooked wooden frame through a gritty filter
don't look away, it took a day for the city builders
wait for paint to dry, can't identify the supplies, strictly pilfered
the pillars and arches create a crown on the toxic lawn
the king's alone in the universe fighting overpopulation
dead half talking to god, that tempermental atomic bomb
the sphinx fights hackers from every constellation
travelling through nothing faster than light speed
langolier-drawn carriage tearing down the telepath
there's plenty more nothing into which I write deeds
the silence to come reminds you a spell is cast
the motion of molecules doesn't last, fell back into nada, sunyata, whole lotta null sign...

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Planet 508

Planet 508, population zero, your material heroes sterile bare bones
far short of a miracle where our perpetuity dares to go
we fear no man just a little scared of what he might know
unhand your buddy system, if we're lucky we'll die alone
it would just mean our gluttony can succeed in this unbelievable side show
we come in peace, our rivals die doe,
lying low, underneath a risen light emitting diode
clumsy sunbeam precision fights through the trichomes
of the funereal floral arrangement to the basement cryostasis
ice cold cages, strike a pose for ages, cos you violated
the ripe old latest typo in the pages of history
to which we hold the title, any existing title
in this giant library prison
it's not really too hard to monopolize anachronisms
starts with a grand manuscript seizure, that the inmates reword so they'll get the least hurt
riches is what we deserve, and hey! the money for teacher's salaries goes through me first
so take these free text books or you'll really see pushy
this is my totalitarian country under a hooved beast
the captive audience's unheard boos turn to violence
as the brainwash has no more flavor
a riotous discontentment and sirens
of the ambulance and freelance transport to the torture chamber
they like being locked away from total anarchy
and a miserable year of trying to salvage the vassalage
we can renegotiate, punch the enter key
once you're within, and retracted the castle bridge
we'll teach you to be like us, take the righteous passage
be passive to become an enlightened savage
in order to survive all supplies will be sample sized
in an angry crowd of thousands you can't deny the urge to vandalize
but you can get trampled alive
so come work for us at a branch by
you building bombs by candlelight
I'm willing to put myself in harms way
if that's what it takes to accelerate the arm's race
with mutual assured destruction of our citizen's and currency
but oil thirsty are we, and yo, I'm down for a murder, g
the 1500's we're testing blades with bicep filets
today we test death rays during midnight raids
there's nothing in the sermon on the mount I disobeyed
cos I'm so far away where the weapons were made
I be a time travelling patent holder, buying armies still havin growth spurts
like they were kung fu action soldiers
weapons get more accurate, there's still a huge civilian death toll, heads roll
because of the central ignorance agency's polluted polls, my new goal
is to be the richest man alive, and I have no time
bank accounts shine while the countryside is stripmined
which is fine to the indoors type, hiding in Mount Weather
unelected forever, don't bother checking the corporate ledger
the closet's forbidden, you'll only find out how much profit trimmin
surrounds one constantly with pretty Slavic women
get an attorney, god, you're way too honest
blow off the world court awaiting substantial due process
the princess awaits in the church cell the classified pillow talk
I'll meet you at the end of the game after I kill the boss and toss
the legal system westward off the face of the earth, all that impedimenta
my subjects are unaware they've lost their ruler in absentia
you can easily find Chinese made flags all over
as well as American made election posters
or whatever, that place with all the foreign settlers
macadam rock with slime holding it together
that'll be the last song I make
in my last outfit with my last new scar or whatever
on the very last day I fight for peace
before I burn down the world filling bank vaults with flags
non personae non est gratis in terris
non-persons aren't welcome here...

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Dead Serious

Number days, between hunter and prey
unpaid assassin punctually waits to puncture vertebrae
the public is promised you'll live this much longer
humanity ignored, walled in to ponder
dead meat can never sleep, it stays up and rambles
a screech, a scratch, a schizophrenic animal with chained ankles
at least be more original than saying you didn't do it
the execution of a sleazy criminal's the minimal of what machinery will go through with
the guillotine looming over the measly humans
hears their prayers but doesn't care, it grieves for the foolish coolest
he laughed and left nothing but said "next life I'll chop your head off
when I'm a million men, and you're a two legged dog
karma ain't afraid to hit a girl your majesty
and no one's scared to lynch a viciously greedy drama queen"
the greatest people pose the greatest threats
composer of song turned martyr choosing an overrated death
the memory of your face erased by a burlap sack
as you're deafened by cheers and handclaps
dystopian disorientation, fantastical cacocrats
come in a plastic jacket, or better to stand back
and take a long hard look, it's not what you think
in the land of the blind, the man who lies about seeing is king
self destructive prophecy masqueraded as sameness
committing menial sins, complacently shameless
essentially inhuman cigarette life span grievers
where the sky covers a mental institution whose god has amnesia
the standard procedure servile merry go round
spirals down to the maneater's burial ground
it clicks and grinds and crashes but I notice no sound
a dying moan, and when the sky broke it wasn't very profound
it was so-so, so soporific, no specific social visit
a broken disc, soliliquist who won't finish
I see the see thru strings with which they control citizen
but you can't impose limits if what they know is infinite
no light leaks, cos they're so closely knitted
and the wrath is diverted to an outspoken critic
pushed by spears up bloody steps of an Aztec temple
forced to your knees, take a last breath and tremble
a bolt of lightning from the peak of a synthetic Olympus
it's more than trouble, woebegotten cumulonimbus...

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