The Lost Art Of...

Integrate with the segregate,
We drink, we get high, we celebrate.
Thrust deep into the heart,
Forget the lost art…

To be outlandish, a flautist
A strobe effect narcissist
To hold your high, double sky,
Close the singular eye.

Into dreams, you disperse,
Stolen sorrows of a verse.
Once heard, now tragically lost,
Forgotten tales of personal cost.

Thrust it deep in the heart,
This is the lost art…

Its all for the human trip,
Sadly daunted, soul strip
Right down to broken throne,
Thrust upon weathered bone.

Are we empty and narcotic?
Bipolar and psychotic?
The slightly broken mould
Of a twisted centrefold.

The mindless intervention
Of another’s selfish intention
Is thrust deep into the heart,
Because this is the lost art…

Wired to the mechanical,
Egotistical, tyrannical,
We thrust it deep in our hearts,
For this is the lost art…

Of being human.