Looking for an outcome.

What does it take to find coins in the rain?
Am I still dreaming cause it feels like nothing will change.
Rapture on the front door while venom soaks the grass.
Linger in this atmosphere might result in a sea of glass.

Gathering in circles as if to pretend tides can speak.
Anecdotes and facsimiles are where pages do repeat.
What are these questions written in margins of books?
Spout another contradiction while dangling upon tenterhooks.

Treason for masses is fodder for the rich.
Deep in baritone notes lie eye rolling quips.
Kinds that cut intelligence off at their knees.
A sudden departure upon what have become always stormy seas.

You’d eat human flesh just to satiate your hunger.
Vile and depraved is your forever state.
Using bones to pick teeth filled with young sinew.
What lives within is only an abyss that somewhere doesn’t kill you.

A dark legacy forged in brutal times.
Surrender is only for the weakest of minds.

Gathering innocents as if they are cannon fodder.
Feed virginity straight to a slaughter.
While just beneath the surface hatred radiates.
No mask can conceal what true virile villainy refuses to wait.

A dark legacy homed by sadistic temper.
All it extolls is an abhorrent kind of fervor.

Pick these bones.
You won’t be left alone.
Stoke all fires.
Burn naivety beneath tall spires.
Force nervous hands.
Have them feel searing brands.
Take doom down to rivers of blood.
Sacrifice until there is no good.
For in desperate times there is no beauty.
What lives here is pure evils cruelty.

This dark legacy will continue to bite.
Putrid and rotten is twinned with spite.
Touch these faces twisted and distorted by pain.
For all dark legacies will repeat again!

Choose joy over madness.
Don’t give in to sadness.
Spark a fire in your heart.
Grin and do your part.
Ignore harsh warnings for they neuter your soul.
Grab your future with both hands abd never let me!

Some will try to cage you, because they broke themselves.
Others will try to enrage in the face of their own cowardice.
But you don’t have to follow, when you can forge straight ahead.
That’s why you should do what makes you happy.
And ignore all of the rest.

Chant!
Make the heavens hear you.
Never lose yourself.
Bind glory and follow it to.

Banish misery and its doldrums.
Spread your wings and soar.
Gather those you care for.
Ensure they feel your warmth.
For too many will judge where they have no right.
So embrace those who offer nothing but beacons of light!

Converting a republic to an imperial state.
All you care about is how much you can take, take, take.
Unravelling order to install centralised chaos.
Greed is your one true lust.
Leeching life of its energy.

Redact what the masses will abhor.
First distraction attempt to be launched on four.
Gerrymandering to strengthen your ego.
Failing to grasp we all know.
Your issuing thugs with mask, guns and badge.

Wannabe mob boss without the brains.
Forever teetering on the brink of insane.
Believing your past can never catch you up.
What a deluded sort of view.
Couldn’t be more obvious what you trying to do.

Misdirection is not your forte.
Not sure you understand half of what others say.
Why you lash out with infantile rants.
Impossible to offer heartfelt thanks.
People are only useful for how they benefit you.

Rewriting boundaries to tighten your hold.
Don’t you see you are already old?
Tyranny never reigns for very long.
You will not be one who proves that wrong.
Be ready for when comes your day.

Subterfuge is your Achilles heel.
One of the few things you can actually feel.
Setting sun on an empire of consumerism.
Hastened an end to this pointless modernised relic.
Don’t tell me you have not felt it.

Grasping at your desperate straws.
Determined to close off all other doors.
Scared how badly your world could unravel.
Become a dictator and you can prevent being turned into gravel.
The masses will not bend the knee.

You are a victim of your own lifelong insidious depravity.

Your voice is like silk and it’s all I can hear.
Makes me smile wide from ear to other ear.
A feeling deep down that makes my heart flutter.
Enough is the feeling that it threatens to make me stutter.
Yet nothing compares to the scent you exude.
Calming my nervous and leaving me renewed.
Humbled I feel to drink in such delight.
From head to toe you illuminate so bright.

Watching you sway is like viewing a dancer.
Makes me want to join but I can only prance here.
While you move like water with an effortless flow.
Sight to behold and one I refuse to forego.
As I yearn to touch your porcelain skin.
Concerned that doing so might result in you shattering.
Yet your reassurance is I am quite mistaken.
Such honesty I find immediately quells my fearful shaking.

Drink from your glory, those moments past and to come.
Bask in your vicinity like planets orbiting our sun.
Nothing is sweeter than you to my senses.
Wish you to exist simultaneously in all tenses.

Lies so deep we’re going have to drill to find the bottom.
All these speeches you pretend will be forgotten.
Cause every thing you do is in pursuit of constructing fable.
Painting a picture that you are the most capable.
Ignoring detractors as they replay your controversies.

For you only have one service.
To build your ziggurat.
Founded a cult pretending to be a party.
Cleaving and selling to gain notoriety.

Limited mentality masquerading as business acumen.
Truth is you can barely even hold a pen.
Spelling ain’t your forte.
Nor are your poor attempts at pretending you pray.
All that comes out of you in gibberish again.

For you only have one service.
To build your ziggurat.
Founded a cult pretending to be a party.
Cleaving and selling to gain notoriety.

Distraction is your one and only tool.
No doubt you are seen as a global fool.
Stumbling over every thing you do.
Have no care for anybody really too.
Line your pockets and build your curated version of history.
Want every body to always remember you so positively.
But truth will come like it or not.
Only so long you can hold back the rot.
Now it’s set in there will be no reverting it.
Regardless of how many man-child tantrums you exhibit.

For you only have one service.
To build your ziggurat.
Founded a cult pretending to be a party.
Cleaving and selling to gain notoriety.

But it won’t end the way you think.
Unravelling is a foregone conclusion.
Taking so many things to the brink.
Just as well you’re a coward of devolution.

Trudging the depths of melancholy.
Stings like barbs found on holly.
As storms swirl inside my head.
Sometimes it’s better to go straight to bed.
Pause this tug of war in stalemate.
No point delving further into a pit of self hate.

Pacing back and forth like a tool.
Repetition could see me become the fool.
Sabotaging days to make them greyer.
As if I wish to be subjected to a flayer.
Punishing myself for each little misdeed.
No point in committing to this negativity feed.

Spiraling like a wheel with no brake.
Always seems to be my first mistake.
Gorging on a voice which just won’t quit.
That cynicism always ready to throw a fit.
Suppressing who I would prefer to be.
This person who is the real version of me.

Walk these plains but never really know.
What is above might reside below.

Confusion seeping into your daily routine.
While across the river it might not be so green.
A constant war with which you have to contend.
Meanwhile the sky starts to rend.

Tallying up where you are right now.
Do you occupy any sort of morale high ground?
Whether yes or no you need some time to decompress.
No one should be living in permanent distress.

For too long this world has been bitter.
And each new day it’s getting worse not better.
Raging torrent against it’s own.
This fight will reduce you down to bone.
What a disgusting fact to be known.

Marking papers with glassy eyes.
Another revelation grips you with vile lies.
Cause truth has become but a memory.
Hate blooms instead of withering generally.

Put a pin into what should rot.
All routines have gone to complete pot.
What was green has now turned brown.
Happiness replaced by a frown.

Sky is falling from all this greed.
Yet you continue to ignore your need.
Get far away before termination is your state.
Alas it is now your defined fate.

For too long this world has been bitter.
And each new day it’s getting worse not better.
Raging torrent against it’s own.
This fight will reduce you down to bone.
What a disgusting fact to be known.

I dream in monochrome.
Stitched tiles form my home.
With a head filled to bursting.
Need a remedy to cease this occurring.

Patchwork I can’t keep together.
Coming apart at these poorly stitched seams.
Running round and round showing no progress.
Stuck in this expanse of emptiness.
Desperate for a reset.

Waking sees colour bleeding in.
Amplifying my every problem.
Muddying waters already inpenetrable.
Can I stay in realms of being stable?
In need of a solution.

Distraction from this din.
I am feeling lost yet again.
Divergence from where I wish to be.
Show me a sign.
Aid me.

Thoughts are terror inducing.
Each one is not of my choosing.
As I gaze up hoping for relief.
Instead I am met with no belief.
Cycle repeating without my wish.
Consent has been stripped from my grip.
Siphoning out my future plans.
Is this what it feels like to be human?
Fighting for every scrap and morsel.

Dreams should not be in monochrome.
I deserve a full and proper home.
Not a head about to explode.
And yes it is definitely owed.

You feel fear welling up from inside.
No longer is it something you can hide.
Creeping despair ensnaring you whole.
It has only one simple goal.
Consume you and twist you numb.
Keep you always afraid of everyone.
But you don’t have to relent.
Face this pain without company.
Open up and bare your soul.
It isn’t giving up all your control.

Nervous twitch as you speak aloud.
Trying to conceal your wounded pride.
But its etched into your every word.
As you fight to be even heard.
Features weary from constant battle.
You feel like you are more like cattle.
But underestimate yourself.
Strength is your magnet.
You can conquer anything.
And there is no shame in asking for a companion.