What's Your Perception?

We are each just a perception of who we perceive ourselves to be. Everyone around us are the perception of what we perceive them to be. But you are not what I perceive you to be. Nor am I what you perceive me to be.  And I am not what I perceive myself to be.

A Painter

If I was a painter, I'd fill my canvas depicting a grocery store aisle. I'd replace the shelves of its usual products replacing them with usual people. You know, the usual people that you and I see every single day. I'd make the aisle colorful. I'd paint pretty labels on each and every one of those people in the aisle. Different labels would be painted on people who have been placed in different rows, even if those people adjacent to one another are seemingly identical. Different row, then different label, period. Same row, similar label, but different enough so that when the time comes and it's necessary for one to distinguish itself from those in the same row, then this person can separate him or herself; obviously I've done this for convenience. I am just trying to make it easy for the shopper. In this same aisle sitting on the shelves across from the colorfully labeled people, there I would paint pretty weapons, some bombs, maps and globes of the world, I'd place on the shelves all sorts of religious books, and gossip magazines all innocently poke fun at the world's politicians.

Chasing Nothing

Ignorance, it feeds the insult;
Whispering its way down,
Surely going around
And around.
The insult, it starves the innocent.

Judge Everything You Don't Know

I can use my words
To destroy a man.
I can use their bombs
To destroy a man.
I can use my sword
To destroy a man.
I can use their bombs
To destroy a man.
I can ignore my heart
To destroy a man.
I can ignore my heart
And destroy a man.

Blinded

Eyes are blind

Focused in

A

Daily

Grind. 

No Hero

There you lie, all model like.

Black tar filled, so sharp

Piercing through pours

Poisoning some veins

Insisting to douse out

Such young flames

Needless lies, some "feel good" mistake.

Black tar, and it's simply something fake. 

Wait

Suffocating hate,

Paid for in part by

in-bread sedation.

We

Suffocate

In hate

Paid for in production

Thunderous assumption

We, suffocate in hate.