Privatize The Private Eyes

Wake up to the sound of
Monitored cell phones
Ringing alarms
Ringing alarms to begin the recording
Of your every waking moment
Silently clocking
Clocking your every minute
Down to the minute detail
These tales are not tails
But headlines of the head hunters
Forerunners of the fort gunners
Dark trails of the paper mail
Electronic communication at its core
Newspapers at the door
Front shelf at the corner store
Emailed to your mobile core
So what is it you are looking for?
Pay attention
There's a few things
That I'd like to mention
Accidental phone calls
With bad intentions
Want to make sure that there is
Extension
No pretension
Your phones were tapped long before
The Patriot Act
Long before the click and the clack
They already knew how to play
The call back
Better yet
Callback
Hang up and dial again
You didn't catch all of that
Don't worry
The top story will fix you
And if you miss that
The second one is remixed to
Make sure you know that even though
You don't know
You will know
That they know
More than you know
What is your address?
How many times do you text?
Where do you shop
And what is your favorite dress?
Colors are necessary
Colorful commentary
Adding features to your phones
You call them apps and accessories
Traffic cameras watch to monitor
Your direction
Keeping flow of traffic
Is the pretension
But don't stand still
Please
Keep moving
Don't slow down
Stay forward in movement
Soon your cars will be beacons
Sensors on four wheels
Set to keep heel
Wherever your mind wills
The media timed pills
For all of you to swallow
Social platforms are making your minds
Hollow
So leaders go from hallowed
To being martyred and following
Masses
Leading sheep leading sheep
That was not an error
Leading sheep lead sheep
And no shepherd to guide them
No person to find them
Bring them back to their senses
Seeing eyes are blinded
But don't worry
The watchers are watching
Because somebody has to be
In charge of the slaughter

Joker's Wild

Pick a card
Any card
Now hold it in your hand
I'm going to show you a trick
In your hand you hold your fate
You think you chose it
But you didn't
It waited for you
It called you from the unknown
The abyss of uncertainty
You didn't pick your choice
It was there to be claimed
All you did was remove it
Someone else will not have it
For now
Because once you expire
It goes back for another
And then they stand with fate
In their grasp being led
Never guided
Or guiding
Once you take it
It is yours
There are no returns
You can change it if you want
But the result is the same
So look at your card
Was it what you thought it was?
Were you expecting something else?
Were you expecting this one here?
You can't beat me
Because I'm not the dealer
I'm not even here
Like you are

Jigaki

I wait
Silently
Watching you continually
Claiming that you are preserving
Building and maintaining your honor
It sounds fruitful
But it's empty
Like cracked melon that has rotted
The body that you swear to protect
Has been violated mercilessly
By the thoughts of your mind
You profess purity
But you are not
You hold men to the fire
Yet there is a flame that searches you
And burns away at your guilt
You want others to suffer
Because you cannot prosper
You are a rogue
No ronin
Walking through life declaring purpose
When you have no direction
And yet
You seek
For what?
You don't know
Even though you say you do
You don't
So I watch
Patiently
As you commit once again
Your dishonorable death
By your own doing

The Fashion of Vapor

I can't control what is greater than me
Each second that ticks is for me to manage
How I move
How I stop
How I grind
How I shine
It waits for no man
But we all are given it
I apologize for what I've wasted
And grateful for what I've received
I call it she
Because without it
I'd be nothing
Nobody
Patience requires it
Character is built by it
God holds it in His hand
And portions it to me for my space
I know how I want to use mine
And I pray I shine in the mean time