Pro Test

They say silence is golden or could it be a trojan horse.
No remorse to how you say it from what is said, so say more.
Silence is seen as weakness or a mystery. 
When silence is broken it offends or defends, let the ego agree.
Those that preach to the mass with positive reinforcement for self development are intimidated, beaten, jailed and assassinated; by the myth called conspiracy.
Some speak and their encouragement is often misunderstood.
Discouraged, these voices stay confined to where the fears say they should.
Others talk and their words are limited to the likeminded and those that seek.
There is a special kind of human being known as a disease.
The ill is believed to live within the boundaries of its comfort zone, where the cancer feeds and grows.
This disorder remains unchallenged with the use of cunning tactics.
The sickness rest securely in the win column by giving silence a double face of good and evil.
However, the dis eased knows the truth and this is how it stays neutral
Even when blood stains its hands and drips from its mouth.
Trouble will go through hell to keep silence from making a sound.

Gathered Moths

Somewhere along the line
Got caught up trying to survive
We forgot that we are going in circles
Living for a moment
Want now to last forever
I'll sacrifice everything for eternal bliss
Tell it to my eyes
Let your mouth show me it's worth this
Fatal attraction that distracts me from my purpose
Mapped stars, moons and suns
Taught to sing by the mother tongue
I lived to tell my tale of an attack from a lion
What sin lead to the subduction
Foolish acts of vanquishing all creation Consumed knowledge from the book of the gods and lost my purpose
Shine to provide light for another
Attached to concrete ideas with a covetous hunger
Happiness, somewhere when purpose is the forerunner

Mirrors Look @ Me

My only struggle is
To conquer the subconscious
I conscience
This I declare to the great harmony
I recognize
It spirals and everything else is pushed aside
Rewritten in time
Be animal or think, for, and, self
I get these headaches
Is my head a bell?
Who makes your world into hells?
All I had in the desert was a grain of wisdom
Hope of an oasis
All that was given
I melted into the sand to ease my travels
I forgot my initial task
Conquer the infinite
So the quest shall never end
Purpose being
Selfiecide Regeneration

Fill Wree

I dont live in ur world
I dwell in free will with a lack of responsibility This practice stays locked up mentally
No sense to act out bad dreams
Hearts of hate want to see whatcha gon do physically
I dont live in ur world of TV
By deeds my merit gains esteem
Not superior or perfect
Though i strive towards that Jesus peace Motives of control freaks
Do on others as one treats a beast
Humiliate and leave'em skinned in the streets
Must ya kill to eat?
Dwellers of the city
Codes by which we live and breathe  
Separated from the land beneath our feet
We all die just a little when free will is exercised in the name of greed
No control for responsibility
What do these words mean when we are free to be dispatchers of reason using weapons of a dis eased mentality
I cant live in that world
Stress form faults
Left to live and learn from the impulse