Breathing in acrid smoke birthed from a bitter pill.
Realign constants until nothing leaves a seam.
Forge into realms of battle with only a flag of peace.
Born from disastrous remains without aims of conquering.

Select avenues few have dared to tread alone.
Judgement blooms from deep within new screams.
Dare that which refuses to face you in the light.
Perforation is what robs joy from before our very eyes.

Sacred tomes.
Rolls of scripture.
Abject homes.
Bathed red suture.
Fix and learn.
Before you print her.
Scattered moan.
Nothing left.
To carry these future’s .

Choking tears out of bodies born of innocence.
Slashing down new trends with only poor intent.
For rivers flow only when deeds do bend.
Otherwise victory is nothing but a construct.

Spliced intelligence for rot is what should prevail.
Gut evenings so no one gets a brand new day.
For separation lingers in these hearts and minds.
And if you brand their tender flesh they never can unbind.

Tied to these ancients.
Scrolls determine nothing new.
Tired and redundant.
Re-walk what benefits only a few.
Singled out.
As though peace is a dirty word.

Breathing in acrid smoke birthed from a bitter pill.
Realign constants until nothing leaves a seam.
Forge into realms of battle with only a flag of peace.
Born from disastrous remains without aims of conquering.

Yet to take seat but already have no clue.
Sad to admit but predictable to be honest with you.
Six weeks with the only plan being devolution.
How is that a fucking solution?
Bigger problems are currently in play.
Ignoring them proves you having nothing worthwhile to say.
Popularity contest for a isolationist clique.
Only proves their demeanour is obsolete.
Riding on ideals that have long been laid to rest.
Delusion has them still believing they are the best.
Patting themselves on the back for their failures each time.
This incoming leader will be no different.
Devoid of ideas before even taking position.
Trotting out rhetoric instead of plans.
Nothing prime about Mayor of a nation.
Dare to dream bigger than your most recent station.
For this is not a game of thrones.
King of the north is not a thing of fiction.
Thought you should know as you wear it with pride.
Showcasing this tenure is already fried.

Vultures circling high up in the crystal blue sky.
Waiting for my emaciated body to finally die.
While crawling across these scorching sands of fate.

Body almost completely drained.
Vision narrowed down to pin pricks.
Ragged breathing signals defeat.
Soon this cycle will be complete.

Waking with a start in a bed, body caked in sweat.
Was it a dream or am I supposed to be dead?
Get the answer when I try to sit up straight.

Confused by surroundings I do not know.
Is this safety or a new hell for me to go through?
Too early to say but perhaps this isn’t real.
Waiting for a new disaster reveal.

You’re finally awake, is the sweet tone that reaches my ears.
Smiling on the far side of the room trying to dispel my fears.
Regardless I consider you might be another wolf in the flock.

Wary, I ask how long I’ve been out.
Four days is your reply said with no doubt.
Keeping your distance as I try to judge your honesty.
You seem like an angel but I’ve been wrong previously.

“Get some rest before you attempt to move.”
Statement that doesn’t help my uneasy mood.
I begrudgingly comply, though I do so with only one closed eye.

“If you’re not going to sleep you may as well eat.”
Fair comment to make as she enters smelling sweet.
“If I was going to hurt you I wouldn’t bring you food.”
My shield starts to crack as I’m being rude.

Days turn to weeks that make it utterly clear.
No angle is being played to bring me new fear.
For once in my life I have found a good someone.

From a life filled with hate, blood and death.
To now I have one that keeps me in good health.
Shift in sands I thought would spell my doom.
Forever grateful to be with her and removed from gloom.

‘Banger to father in several blinks of an eye.
Never believed I could ever be that guy.
Happy to see these vultures continuing to fly.

Watch this world collapse around you.
Seldom moments fit as they are needed too.
Details sketchy from all the extra noise.
Life continues to feel abused.
Treading lines worn into asphalt fields.
Where signals fade you repeat your screams.
Diluted but never free to roam.
Take these misdeeds and go back home.

Judgment rendered from on high.
Choking on bones that are cast down from the sky.
IOU written in days old blood.
Life condemned to dwell in crud.
Gutted months that refuse to fall in line.
Upon rotted flesh you insist we should all dine.
Fighting back hope to implement despair.
Crushing joy to disincentivise care.

Murder moments etched in graphic decline.
Fight back against tyranny before it can’t be undone.
Harkening back to days where light shone so bright.
What has been lost we are determined to find!

And you won’t stop us.
You can’t stem this flood.
Masses are rebelling.
Time for new union.
Strip out all of your hatred.

Viewed this world as it collapsed around you.
These actions were for our own good.
Living under your boot was surviving.
And we didn’t want to be fodder dying in mud.
So we rose against your psychotic behaviour.
Turned these prisons to ruins.
Forged a future where we’ll be living without terror.
Cast off these chains for you were never misunderstood.

Beauty found in effortless flow.

Watching the world go by without a single care.
Calm can be better than rushing here or there.
These quiet moments help refill our tank.
So it is best to remember that life isn’t always meant to be planned out.
Lie back, chill and enjoy the view.
Drink in bird song for even a few.
You’ll feel your pulse slow and mouth form to a smile.
Better to be happy then on a endless rollercoaster ride.
Going up and down but never getting to stop.
For the constant motion will make you nauseous.
Erode away at your truest self.
Rather be slow than burned out with shot health.

So, be kind, be true but never change unless it’s for you.

Destiny has been cut short.
Too often suits are ready to abort.
If money doesn’t flow they act on poor instinct.
Gun in hand with no thought of consequence.
Another greed fuelled rager running through the night.
Belly filled with confidence but plenty more spite.
Yet nothing can take back damage that’s been done.
Destroyed what you did not create in one.
Hope you’ll be happy to have that badge of dishonour.
If karma exists then you’re legacy won’t for much longer.
Cast to curb like the lives of others you used to get your fortune.
But when power is lost you’ll still be a bitter unlikeable nothing.
So busy enriching yourself you forgot how to be human.
Loser in the eyes of millions of souls.
Enjoy your history of burned dreams that you buried before they had a chance to evolve.
What an empty husk of a form.
Tragic that you ever held a position.
Hope you’re happy with the damage you’ve done.
Still better times will fill us all.
You might have killed a juggernaut but you can’t prevent us from continuing to recall…
All those memories we shared.
Times of joy and sometimes despair.
Fighting to make worlds a better place.
We’ll never forget how it felt to be in this space.

Looking down at this mess I’ve made.
As time continues to elapse.
Wondering how I can fix this disaster.
Aware that there is no reset.
My hands growing heavy from the weight.
Wishing life had an undo function.
Scared that everything will now fall flat.
Panic sets in to tighten my chest.
No exit strategy from the tatters that I have left.

Head spinning as my brain attempts to whir.
Vision narrows into tight cones of blur.
What are my options?
I do not know.
Possibilities are spent and I have no chances at my disposal.

Staring up hoping something will click.
All I get is a visit from blank silence.
Terror is now in full swing.
Barely breathe whether sitting or standing.
Ghosts of past mistakes rear their heads.
Reminders continue their constant flow.
Misery has become my sole bedfellow.
Taunting with its wicked tongue.
Truth is I am the one who is recalling all that I’ve done wrong.

Poisoned my well.
Withdraw into my shell.
Accept whatever fate decides is next.
No evading this catastrophe I have laid!

Days pass into weeks then months.
Avenues are lost but nothing is apocalyptic.
Life goes on regardless of what came before.
There is damage but no end to all.
Still I wait for an inevitable crunch.
Is this an outcome or am I punishing myself?
Hard to say but I believe I’m beginning to know.
This was never finality’s kiss goodbye.
I have to work through my guilt no matter this agony.

Battle lines are drawn in sands stained red.
History repeats as tranquillity is again shed.
Bodies litter impact craters in part or whole.
Every action is another shot at gaining control.
Fuelling division while stealing from the source.
Does it sound like a scream declaring society has run its course?
This uncivilisation pretending that it is somehow higher.
When reality proves such notions are liars.

Marrying of faith with national governance.
Would call it a nightmare if it wasn’t current.
Legalised abduction funded by elected officials.
Dragging off those who voted in a once democracy.
Twisting freedom into only those deemed worthy.
Can you still swear this future has promise to show?
Seems more likely a species stuck in a destructive flow.
Might be best if we crash prematurely.

Mouthful of derision.
Head on collision.
Spitting distance of finality.
Contempt and hatred twinned effortlessly.
With seldom any pause for thought.
Steal what you want.
Kill for sport.

Destabilisation is the key to this game.
Tip the scales and watch it capsize in our name.

Wars are multiplying every god damned day.
Only thing to believe in is our own stupidity.
With faith serving as nothing but fuel for the fire.
Rebranded fascism to serve as a united empire.

Self aware of their own addiction.
Wise enough to warn others of such an affliction.
Yet their bearing was already set.
Tragic finality to a life so delicate.
Sheltering hurt beneath bravado.
No matter where they went pain would always follow.
Like a shadow they were joined for good.
Best description is they were a life misunderstood.

Fame only amplified their damaged whole.
Pain that poured out of their very darkened soul.
And needles only numbed the pain.
Couldn’t fix what was in their brain.
A reflection that they hated so.
Helping hands could never ease what they did not know.
For walls were up and defences raised.
When news broke of these events half a world was dazed.

Another gift departed prematurely.
Personal demons raged until intrusion won that war.
Remorse continues to circle their name.
But they live on in hearts and minds.
Still helping people from the other side.
Guiding hand that’s saved many on their own blind ride.
Yet none of that rights losses felt.
No life should have to suffer such a deluge of damage dealt.

Paradise for the red, white and blue.
Regardless of country that won’t be you.
These are statements spouted by fools.
All vying for control with ever changing views.

Flavour of the month is all they abide.
Only commitment they have is to their own pride.
For command is a peak which they wish to conquer.
Doesn’t matter to them if they are bonkers.

Offer your hand if you want it to be bitten.
Nothing will be sacred to be overwritten.
Pensions, rights, rule of law.
All up for grabs if there’s more money to draw.

Fame is a disease that rots what it touches.
And those seeking the light most wish it were in their clutches.
Will do anything if they can have a moment in the sun.
Then will kill for more time when there’s done.

Do these sound like people who should be given a chance?
You tell me because I have my personal stance.

Hell is a community fashioned by many.
It’s called letting stupid run independently.
Do as they wish with no limits or review.
Just don’t be surprised when they take aim at you.

Civilian or not, all are fair fucking game.
Psychopaths have zero ounces of shame.
Guaranteed seat at the table is all that they crave.
Get in the way and you’ll be laid to rest in a shallow mass grave.