I Prefer Not To.
all life
desires love
along myriad planes
of consciousness
to have been born
is to possess
the capacity to love
the intrinsic furnace
that burns within
every star
mirrors
that which exists
within each heart
allow not
the perception
of separation
to divide us
lest we spiral
into the solitude
of oblivion
will we ever see beyond the trees
into the forest of illusions
set before us by ourselves
or are we simply at a loss
to bear this burden?
certainly, such implication
complicates the inferences
alluding to this state of indignation
which perpetuates the presence
of my acute consternation
do the constellations hold the key
unlocking unknown doors
to worlds beyond the chaos of existence?
is this counsel, self-contained
a crux which cancels itself out
a crutch our conscience uses
to ensconce us?
every question seems to touch
the realm of truth secluded
which eludes even those perspicacious
erring on most prudent
dedicated students of the mind
have yet to find an explanation
which defines our cosmic purpose
exponentially, our ponderance compounds
without exception
thereby instilling an exigence
unduly excess
we have set the boundaries
far beyond our wildest expectations
to the point of courting disappointment
with our inclination to usurp
our self-appointed power surreptitiously
supposing precedents unseen
which seem to propagate our dreams
so many silently believe
bereaving us of freedoms
rife with possibility
which would inspire community
instead of spurning hope for peace
sapience and salience
presumed part of our “sentience”
are scarcely exercised
or altogether compromised
despite the catastrophic impact
of our calculated actions
we continue on this fervid course
of forced dissociation
refusing to disseminate
the knowledge which facilitates
a self-sufficiency
that would, in turn, sustain society
without burning the bridges
to the people in positions
of imposed disparity based on factors
beyond their person
the irony is so profane
exceeding that which is insane
in fact, it’s that which only fools
would dare to claim not criminal
the truth of this reality
that humankind just cannot see
is every human stands to gain
when selfish hands release the reins
that led us all into substain
instead, with what we’ve stood to learn
so easily could we discern
that only through consideration
of each other, and each station
intrinsic within our being
can we truly attain freedom
kindness is not just a word
nor is it a notion absurd
it IS what all of us deserve
without it
there is only hurt
ceaselessly
caught between
two worlds of wonder
one of which
i revel
in a beauty
yet untold
watching it unfold
in muted ponder
another
so disheveled
that i shudder
to behold
ruthlessly
comprised
of pealing thunder
underneath
the undulation
lies a plundered soul
pandering
the plight
of its condition
haunted
by the light
ever lingering
on yonder
longing
for an answer
to it all
sitting
watching
waiting
get me
the fuck
out of here
how many hours
must i spend
until this hell
is over
and even then
it might not
truly end
for all i know
wishes are the whims of wastrels
waiting for the world to turn
upon the drop of faceless dimes
amid a burning empire spurned
timid tales shall move no mountains
mend thy heart by will of mind
ardent kindness fells the wicked
ailing veils of thin disguise
seize the reins of thine oppressor
tyranny reigns not by virtue
if we are to acquiesce to tenets of naught
so becomes truth
heed the words of honored adage
in this era of remorse
lest their greed abscond thy haven
wresting faith through fearful discourse
I wrote this song for someone very close to me when their mother passed at a young age from a terminal condition. I’m not very adept at engineering sound so you’ll have to excuse the crude quality of the recording.
https://soundcloud.com/polar_division/polar-division-what-she-said
“train ticket to another world
but she don’t know where to go
the truth was something
that we did not know
oh tell me now
standing in the field one day
thoughts rolled through my head
and i remember something that she said
she told me that life’s a lie
she showed me the reason why
she showed me the other side of life
and as i heard what she said
as her words filled my head
i began to see where they led
but instead…
i remember looking back
on the things we used to do
back then when i was a kid
and she was still one too
she used to always say to me
that one day she would rise
never once stood back
to even try to realize
as i think and look back now
you know it makes me wonder how
she’d always stand outside in the rain
then i knew exactly why
said she’d never leave my side
then late one night she died
and i cried”
*EDIT – Bonus Angry Samoan’s cover
https://soundcloud.com/polar_division/polar-division-lost-highway-angry-samoans-cover
“no no no, i need a place to stay
no no no, i need another day
my soul is lost, it’s lost its way
it’s been living in this lost
this lost highway
the night gets darker now
i’m cold and all alone
i took a turn in this life somehow
i’ll never find my way back home
i don’t know
i can’t tell you, girl
what i’ve seen there
the demon spawn with bulging eyes
the devil living in disguise
he’s in this world, he’s here today
he’s been living in this lost
this lost highway”
with all that we may stand to gain
or lose
upon a single breath
prudence yet eludes
our voice of truth
flaunting our pathologies
solicitudes become us
highwaymen who strum
submissive hearts
creatures born of covetous
convinced by vaporous conviction
candy coated candor
with a cracker jack surprise
desiccated eyes
no longer fit
to hold this thin disguise
rolling to reveal a hollow head
where tears unshed yet hide
let the earthen bounty
be your pillow
as the balsam breeze
tucks you in its whispered lull
tonight
our frailty
is forgiven
heaven dare not fathom
to assail us
whence we lay
its offerings
are present
for the taking
as prismed apparitions
through shifting crypts of time
searching for the shadow
of forgiveness
where folding stars
outstare the eye of jupiter
death is but a fear unsound
thought traps within
the silent walls that bind us
stepping through
eternal mirrors
on journeys shared as one
‘neath these precious suns
of stoic tempest flare
it is only the truly wicked
who possess a patience
without precedent
biding their time
making the rounds
with a sycophant guile
playing to all parties
to siphon surreptitiously
the fruit born
of their sadist seed
safe within the harbor
of ambiguous locution
summoning boundaries
with care not to overstep
striking
with the sword
of inference
shielded
by vagary
diligently
doling out
their nettled
words of wanton wreckage
draped
in disingenuousness
brazen
like a khalkotauroi
calculating
every move
to prove themselves
the victor
walk with trepidation
my friend
lest ye draw
their straw of ire
for its burden
ne’er retires
the fire
consuming all
Max, or Not 
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