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Update

Hey! Um, there isn’t going to be a story post this week, today. In fact I don’t know when next there will be. Entirely because I haven’t come up with any story ideas in a while. To give you a little inside baseball I tend to be weeks ahead on stories. However, I haven’t had an idea in awhile. I don’t intend to stop writing short stories, just i don’t know when the next one will be. Not happy about it but it is what it is, i guess. Anyway, that’s all I have to say for now. Still, going to be four poetry posts per week. That’s not going away. Maybe I’ll repost some of the original stories I released on here, but truth be told not thrilled about the idea, so we’ll see.

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Thank you!

As you might be able to guess from the title there is no content being posted here. Instead this is simply a short thanks.

Thank you from me to you for all the views, likes and comments in 2021. You don’t know how much it means to me that anyone looks at what I post let alone more than in 2020.

Also I hope you had a Merry Christmas and have a fantastic New Year!

Hope to see you all in 2022 for more content.

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Update

Hey everyone! This is just a quick update post to let you know that from tomorrow (Monday 21st September) there will be five posts a week for the rest of the year.

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Starting by breaking my own rules

Hi everyone, this is my first post and just like the title says I’m going to start by breaking my own rules. Well its less a rule and more a statement I put in the About section of this site, but that’s just splitting hairs. So I said everything I write is and will be creative, but I’m going to start by talking (briefly I promise) about my influences when I write, anything really. So here we go.

My influences come from a lot of different places but are really no different, I’d guess, than where anyone else would get inspiration, namely books, films, TV (what little I watch), music, games (my favourite medium) and just everyday life in general.

Now that probably sounds like a wide range of places to take inspiration from, and it is, but still the genres I tend to gravitate most toward are fantasy and sci-fi related (I’m not writing science-fiction each time, sorry). That doesn’t mean I don’t consume anything outside those genres, it just means that is what resonates most with me and inspires me to write. Some examples would be Mass Effect, Star Wars, Elder Scrolls, Dune, Witcher (books and games), Destiny and Halo.

But I think that little introduction is enough for this first post, and I swear that from now on the posts will not be focused on me (and my ramblings). In fact a lot will likely be poem type posts. I won’t give any exposition to such posts. I’ll just post them and you can interpret their meaning in a way that resonates with you.

Serve Her

You bay for compliments which you don’t deserve.
Vanity turned from obsession into personality.
Narcissism has become your consciousness.

Using others to get a foot in each new door.
Like a snake oil salesman but oh so much more.
With talents for enticing those in isolation.
You are a leech but with malicious planning.
Shaking hands with a grin filled with knowing.
Before long these poor souls will be choking.
And when you’ve stripped assets like a debt collector on commission,
You bury emancipated corpses with derision.
For worth to you is only what you can gain.
Whether that be land, money or illicit fame.
Cause there is no charity except for you.
Bloodthirsty in pursuit of something new.
A hunger unable to be satiated.
Looks used to get celebrated.
Welcomed in with obedient fervor.
By these marks who will serve her.
Offer themselves until they die.
No remorse will be offered as she sunders their worlds while they cry.

Still baying for compliments you don’t deserve.
Vanity turned from obsession into personality.
Narcissism has become your entirety!

Primitive Mentality

Belching toxins into vapid air.
Transformation of a jewel to despair.
This once great sphere now spins in decay.
Every species dying, robbed of dignity.

These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Nothing will survive this brutal oblivion.

Fumes so dire they will liquify your lungs.
Breathing apparatus won’t save us for long.
Crude delay to inevitable finality.
Put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye.

This almost barren rock has lost its beauty.
Sold off for profit that never saved a soul.
Transgressional thinking sealed catastrophe.
For by the time realisation struck those most guilty of this murder,
Irreversible trauma had predetermined the future.

These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Nothing will survive this brutal oblivion.

As fires fuel only that which hastens our ends.
Technology failed to avert what we refused to comprehend.
All for pursuits that could never bring relief.
Instead they cemented death and grief.

Slaughter of primitive mentality.
Was never in the cards.
Deck was stacked in greed’s odds.
Alas belief in the cost was never accepted.
So our world has been obliterated.
Stacked high with refuse and slime.
No longer Earth, this is planet Grime!
Rotting putrid night and day.
Better labelled a slow mass annihilation.

These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Termination has embraced what could have not come.

Cells

Late stage is already here.
Advertising is playing on fear.
Amping us up just to deny us our prize.
This mass sabotage is of no surprise.
While politicians bay for bigger cheques.
Ignoring plagiarism as it wraps round our necks.
Robbing scrutiny from beneath our noses.
Distraction emblazoned with overly staged poses.
Meant to baffle so long as your gaze is fleeting.
Whittle away freedoms with secret meetings.
Fashioning adherence with sugar coated lies.
Everything is built to divert analytical eyes.

Pandering only to their own kind.
Stripping our bones from its rind.
Pretending we have a hope to ascend.
In truth they wish us to pledge allegiance and bend.
While horrors grip at the hearts of innocence.
Taking a scalper to anyone who shows sense.
Lobotomies carved into future prospects.
Only use is if we suffer lifelong defects.
As rich get richer off our sickening states.
These elites just want to relentless take.
Suck out all the marrow to sustain their existence.
Martyrs are made for continued resistance.

Separation of soul from form.
Rise up and you’ll be hung and drawn.
For punishment lurks in shadows of night.
Prepare for persecution if you dare fight.
Cause cash is king in these monsters halls.
They answer in blood with vicious tools.
Carving out debauchery to suit their games.
They would gladly watch you go up in flames.
Writhing against bonds we never committed to wear.
Every word they speak is about how they care.
Yet actions scream louder than lies.
And all they prove is how little they want us alive.

Loyalty Kills

Loyalty rewarded with increasing pain.
Longer the commitment the more corporations gain.

Set your flag then watch it fade.
For your honesty more will be paid.
That is the modus operandi of capitalisms way.
Costs rise as service fades to mediocrity.

Dedication met with erosion of your importance.
Stand by a brand and you’ll be taught a truth.
You only matter when you’re funding their lifestyles.
Otherwise you’re a name that is buried in piles.
Forgotten until you cause a ruckus.
Corporate opinion is fuck us.
Promise the world and deliver much less.
All they want is silence until your last breath.
Then you’ll be dead and have outlived your usefulness.

Set your flag then watch it fade.
For your honesty more will be paid.
That is the modus operandi of capitalisms way.
Costs rise as service fades to mediocrity.

Some will celebrate their valuation position.
Unable to grasp they matter only while they conform.
Step out of line and problems will soon come.
Cause to rebel is to labelled a traitor.
Truth will see you called a hater.
Thirsting for death to modern society.
If it’s so modern then why is it not progressing in reality?

Stagnation is what these entities crave most.
Turn our humanity into a ghost.
All so they can climb ever higher.
Selfishness incarnate should be put to a funeral pyre!

Set your flag that has faded away.
For your commitment you have suffered continually.
This modus operandi you denied for so long…
Resulted in more costs for services degraded until they were all but gone.

Crook To King

Sick of the same old baiting that’s going round again.
Another click happy set of lies to create a trend.
All narcissists voting in their own election.
Stacking every deck so there is no competition.
Cause playing fair is a fools mistake.
Better to use subterfuge to get past the gate.
Jump a fence then steal all that you can.
Only aim is to not get caught when you take everything.

Steal like a psycho amped up on amphetamine.
So long as you don’t poke your nose where it shouldn’t have been.
For errors are costly and the price is a life.
Make one wrong move and there goes your wife.
Into a pit that is deeper than your despair.
Whatever you tell yourself won’t change that you put her there.
Squealing like a pig to save your own hide.
For so many others it would be better if you had died.

Deluded sense of importance wrapped in dead flesh.
Continue believing that you deserve happiness.
Sold drugs to small kids and killed for a laugh.
But to wish you ill, well you think that’s daft.
Alas actions have consequences and so these are for you.
Set one foot out of line and demise will come true.
Hold that in mind when you try to grow balls.
Another misstep and you’ll be nailed to walls.

You’re no victim as you wear sheep’s clothing.
Failed wolf tendencies will have you overdosing.
Grovelling like a bitch in the eyes of your betters.
Always been a soldiers, not a trendsetter.

That’s why you continue to be a weasel.
Braindead dumb but not evil.

Facsimile of tyrant hiding behind your money.
Ill-gotten gains and it’s not funny.
Destroyed lives to get where you are.
Bottom feeding parasite you will never go far.
Too busy being a vapid clown.
Smirking at your own deliberation.
Only opinion in your remit is your own.
If you had your way the world would be your throne.

Choke On Your Actions

We the people hate your face.
Every new statement issued is a fresh disgrace.
Corporate blindness wrapped up in tone deaf greed.
More is not something you actually need.

Yet these tides are turning.
Soon your cultist flags will be burning.
Enjoy your empires while they still stand.
Before long they will be falling down.
Torn apart by those you so desperately tried to exploit.
Never forget your downfall will be what you wrought.
From an insatiable desire to always have more.

These conglomerates of glass are shaky.
People at the very top will always be flaky.
Chasing trends they can’t comprehend.
Its why these entities always play pretend.

Yet these tides are turning.
Soon your cultist flags will be burning.
Enjoy your empires while they still stand.
Before long they will be falling down.
Torn apart by those you so desperately tried to exploit.
Never forget your downfall will be what you wrought.
From an insatiable desire to always have more.

Paper thin understanding of the masses.
Some barely a heartbeat away from fascist.
Feigning they care while they plot.
Believing these scandals will be forgot.

Alas we people are not that dumb.
Only remember better than anyone.
For stealing our worlds cuts us deep.
Its why we will always bay for suffering to be steep.

Cause these tides are turning.
Soon your cultist flags will be burning.
Enjoy your empires while they still stand.
Before long they will be falling down.
Torn apart by those you so desperately tried to exploit.
Never forget your downfall will be what you wrought.
From an insatiable desire to always have more than what you’ve got.

Cleansing Fires Are Coming

Stacking the deck in your personal favour.
Trying to build a brand labelling you a saviour.
But its all marketing bullshit dressed up for effect.
Lack of competition is your working project.
Aiming to build monopolies to enslave the many.
You thirst for every single penny.
Illusion of decency has been thrown away.
What remains is a blatant greed mentality.
Stripping ownership until there is none.
Jacking up devotion is a hallucination.
You’ve crossed lines and now we’re pissed.
Remember nothing is too big to be brought low.
Keep pushing and you’ll see it come true.
Can’t escape retribution if it locks its eyes on you.

Hoarding resources while begging for mercy.
Current reigning brand of corporate stupidity.
Believing immortality is what you’ve achieved.
See if you believe it when your futures are cleaved.
Your hands stained by your own craven blood.
Made your decisions so prepare for this flood.
Waves of revulsion will be breaking down your world.
Wings of devastation are being unfurled.
Avenging angels are sick of your consolidation.
This late stage capitalism has no guarantees.
Might want to understand before you push this rotten envelope anymore.
Or you might be the ones that karma turns poor.
For you reap what you sow and life is a fickle mistress.
Sadly you’re arrogant enough to believe you’ll be missed.

Corporate Disgust

Shove your corporate greed up your ass.
Too busy wanting more while giving less.
Why should anyone believe a single word you say?
Trust me bro ain’t a counterpoint to anybody.
Because all you want is more but fail to comprehend,
That there is a limit and you have made it trend.
Stealing what you can just to raise the rich.
Well fuck your stupidity as you prove you don’t give a shit.
With words worth less than a lifelong criminal.
Only difference is you’re scum on a global scale.

Take your thirst for money and choke upon it.
Brutal times are coming and your kind will get hit.
For all actions have consequences to bear.
Maybe we should crash your stock and then you’d fucking care.

Egos like stars except they don’t burn bright.
More like a dullard still desperate to take flight.
Yes this is insulting for you reap what you have sown.
Sucks to suck you corporate pigs.
It’s overdue that you should go.
Unless you grow a conscience and maybe a braincell too.
But sad to say too little too late.
Even grovelling won’t fix your shortsighted mistake.
For memories are longer than your bloodsucking careers.
And to cross several billion people is something you will fear.

Take your thirst for money and choke upon it.
Brutal times are coming and your kind will get hit.
For all actions have consequences to bear.
Maybe we should crash your stock and then you’d fucking care.

I can hear you now.
Pretending to act all tough.
Stop running your bullshit filled mouths.
It’s time to listen up.
You might hold the money but we hold the power.
Fuck with us and you will get burned.

Take your thirst for money and choke upon it, hard.
Brutal times are coming and your kind will get hit, full force.
For all actions have consequences to bear.
Maybe we should crash your stock and then you’d mother fucking care.
Panic as hate fills the air.
Cutting off your flow of cash.
Making your fragile little fake lives turn to ash.
Right before your terrified eyes.
You can’t survive.
You need us more than we need you.
So desperate you’re willing to threaten too.
But your words are cheap, like I said before.
Shut your mouths, listen or we’ll give you a boot right out the fucking door.

Accruing

Thirsting for more wealth.
Might even trade away your health.
Sycophantic lust for greed.
Addiction labelled as a need.
What a state to crave to possess.
That a number is over what you obsess.
Desire to drive it ever higher.
In a manner that is akin to climbing a spire.
Chasing a value that has no end.
Ignoring that it is a toxic trend.

What will it bring you?
Can you spend it in death?
Driving up a figure even while destroying yourself.

See the struggles but walk on by.
Fixated only on your aim in life.
Others issues have no value to you.
You could fix ills but choose not to.
Selfishness is your guiding trait.
Hope for change is far too late.
Stuck in this rut you believe to be a calling.
Oblivious to how many people are falling.
Spouting about how hard your days are.
Snubbing those who haven’t got as far.

What will it bring you?
Can you spend it in death?
Driving up a figure even while destroying yourself.

Sold a soul.
Sold a future.
Tore up happiness all for a bigger number.
Your only legacy.
But for what purpose?
It didn’t make you happy.
Only left you more isolated.

Rotten Beating

Tyranny resides within countless hearts.
One false move and you will die where you are.
For days are becoming a little darker as each one passes.
That is why so many lies are being offered in kind.
After all what is another to the mountain outside?
Perhaps we should all just lay down and accept defeat.
Swallow these bitter pills that humanity is a lost cause.
Forever teetering on a precipices edge.
Not how it should be but little ever is.
Seems to be the price to pay for this latest round of greed.
Lapping at periphery rather than being banished away.
Permission has been granted to transform art into ideology.
All so the few can maximise their investments.
Who really cares what lives might be being stepped on.
Ultimately there are more souls desperate for a taste.
And so it is better to exploit than completely waste.
When did it become fashionable for people to be product?
Not a fucking clue but I am disgusted and find it abhorrent.
People should not be valuable only if they have a use.
Them like you have feelings, dreams and fears to boot.
Just because they aren’t high and mighty doesn’t mean they are worth less.
Got to be sick to have a view that differs from this.
For there is no excuse to treat a person like cattle.
Crush their will and slap them in shackles.
Metaphor or not it is a cruel state that exists today.
All this evolution and still we continue to be vicious regularly.
Sad state of being that could do with being retired.
Pity such a thing won’t come to pass in my life time.
Getting surer it will never be allowed to shine.
Yet fingers crossed tyrants will sink without a lifeline.