Dance Or Cry

Remission from suspicion.No longer do I fear my collision.Some days I’ll stagger and stumble.Others I’ll soar and prevail.Whatever might come I’ll face it with a smile.Entities will never manage to curtail.Think me mad or divine.Reality is I’m neither, cause I’m feeling more than fine. Rejoice; and use your voice.Dance or cry; never let that fireContinue reading “Dance Or Cry”

Popularist Contagion

Searching for something to believe.Maybe don’t look so desperately.Cause from the look you might end up hoodwinked. Begging for a direction to follow.Expression is making you appear shallow.Too much too soon and you’ll be labelled a fickle human. Popularist;Does not need to exist.Contagion;Shed such an abrasion.Renew;If only for you.This life is yours to tread.There isContinue reading “Popularist Contagion”

Product With Will

Born, raised, bred to kill.Are we people or product with will?Shoved into a mold not picked.The horizon is beginning to look bleak.Weathered by the hail of lead.Maybe one day it will come to an end.Conclusion to the war storm.No more criminals parading in uniform. Machinations hidden by paper thin walls.The old world order labelling usContinue reading “Product With Will”

The Fall

Closer to the edge I go.Without wish, I am part of the flow.Narrow views soon opens wide.Not long after begins the vertical ride. Falling faster but still a part.I scream and thrash with too much heart.Exhaustion soon does overwhelm.Acceptance moments before I rejoin the helm. Back in amongst the almighty flow.Shoulder to shoulder, again IContinue reading “The Fall”

Cut The Tithe

Sounds of the world allowed to permeate.If you listen long you’ll see no reason to hate.For this world is beauty in forms aplenty. Sights of the universe will always astound.And to think all we have done is make them found.Yet the true scope of possibilities have no boundaries. Watch and listen, learn and love.From theseContinue reading “Cut The Tithe”

Parasite And Entropy

Not sure what will come next.Feeling like I’ve been hexed.Brain in fog, feels like a soup.Maybe I’m falling off my loop. Down inside you’ll find the village of mercy.Incorrectly named cause no one there has any.Too busy starting fires or vying for control.Its why I steer clear of all this maniacal.For time is shorter thanContinue reading “Parasite And Entropy”