Sculptor

                              Be aware

And take each action with care

For time passes like a blade scraping

Upon a marble block that it's shaping

Squealing Beasts

In the walls, running across the ceiling

I can hear them squealing

Reproducing

Producing

The next generation

Of infestation

Fed off the waste

I make in my haste

As I rush to avoid

Being annoyed

By the little things 

That busyness brings

But while I go crazy

The rats are all lazily

Thriving

Surviving

Off of what I don't eat

What I throw at my feet

In the rush to succeed 

We think we don't need

To watch the details

But what that entails

Is living with rats

Because thats

What you get

When you forget

That lifes not for rushing

It's not about pushing

Yourself to extremes

Even though it seems

It might get you there faster

When you're headed for disaster

You better slow down

Stop and look around

You've seen the rats

Now thats

What you need to take some time for

To settle the score

Before there's no more peace in your home

Because the rats won't leave you alone

They need

You to feed

Them with your scraps

That perhaps

Could have been better used

If only you had the time to choose

Your own path

Away from the rats

Life

Life on Earth is warfare

And if you don't know where 

To look to find it

You're blinded

Industrial Entertainment

Entertained until our brains

Lay dormant in our skulls

Entertained until the pain

Is comfortably numbed

Entertained until eye strain

Becomes our second nature

Entertained, our time in vain

Trickles down from the future

The Throne

The thickened walls of the castle keep

Bury the peasents in too deep

With no where to go, their waste collects

The state of the kingdom it reflects

The king sits in his polished throne

Sitting, waiting all alone

The queen and jack await to push

The handle for the royal flush

As the king sits grinning unaware

Of the spiraling waters beneath his chair

Philosopher's Stone

The alchemists have gotten out of hand

Too many transmutations to understand

The philosopher's stone turned out instead

To only transform gold to lead

Wolves at the Doors

Dogs don't like to lose fights
I think that it shows
And when this all is over
I'm sure that you'll know
Cause dogs are people too man
Who bark at the moon
Knowing that it's phase
Will be changing soon
Barking and biting until then
It's all that dogs know
And to thrive off the morsals
Of the corpses of foes

Generations

Talk to children as if you're their peer
They're selective yet receptive of what goes in their ears
So if you make it something that they want to hear
They might listen

If you choose instead to scold or shout
One ear in and the other out
You might start to get an idea about
What they're missing

Treat them each as a peer instead
And you'll find that the things going in their heads
Make a lasting impression and instead
Come back to you

For what you sow now you soon will reap
And the hope for the future that you keep
Will have roots that run generations deep
Growing through you