Fall Upon Your Blade

I’m like an ember propelled on strong winds.
My determination keeps me floating.
I brave storms and weather them too.
This is the difference between others and us few.

Fighting where others might lay down in defeat.
Refusing to accept that the world has me beat.
And so I swear again, under my breath.
For as long as my heart beats I will always resist.
Not out of spite but for my own peace of mind.
That is why I will continue on and on.

Unilateral defence against those who abuse.
Say what you wish, I don’t need to accuse.
This world is as much mine as it is yours.
If you attempt to change that you will be felled.
Crumple to knees broken by my conviction.
Do you really want such an affliction?

Wade across thresholds never meant to be owned.
Call if you dare in what is my humble abode.
Rally what you can if you must stage an attack.
Just do not be surprised if you never come back.

I’m like an ember propelled on strong winds.
My determination keeps me floating.
I brave storms and weather them too.
This is the difference between me and you.

Monument To You

Stand on the backs of heroes.
Rebrand achievements made by their hands.
Contributing absolute zero.
All while drafting up new scams.
In this modern tyrant endorsing society.

Weaving a narrative with no truths.
Claiming credit where none should be due.
Rigging every game so you never lose.
Perpetuating supremacy of the few.
With an outdated self-serving fervour.

Inciting hate is your twisted currency.
And you dole it out to any and everybody.
Only victim in your eyes is you.
Spout words with no structure to get through.
Word soup served to the masses.
Coherence comes in brief flashes.
Pity that is your modus operandi.
Again proving you’re a villain masquerading as the good guy!

Sowing division at every appearance.
While lobbying desperately for a prize.
Demanding there is strict adherence.
This contradiction is in no way a surprise.
Narcissistic baby playing the victim.

Want a throne carved in your name.
Ousting those who question.
Wrap yourself in these colours again.
All of this proves you’re in dereliction.
Yet justice is being subverted and averted.

Old Heresy Wrapped In Modern Depravity

Stripped right down to bone.
These hooks sink deeper.
This torture is now home.
How will you escape this creeper?

Take a knife and sever the strings.
Dig with ripped fingernails devoid of feelings.

State of mind in a faded place.
Darkness is all you can even taste.
With a mouth full of dirt and teeth on edge.
Nothing here is a fucking comfort!

Dancing with demons carved into stone.
Justification of madness rests in your chest.
God is no witness and you won’t confess.
Are you the victim or another monster in a dress?
Fighting for freedoms you don’t deserve.
Selling narcotics pretending you’re not at fault.
Get out of your fantasy nightmare state!

Never in danger.
It was all in your head.
Lie to every face to get some sympathy.
Old heresy wrapped in modern depravity.
What a waste of what could’ve been a happy life.

And So The Story Goes…

Barely half way through and already know the end.
With no point in trying to pretend,
That the road ahead isn’t already lain.
Might think I’m crazed and I can’t explain.
Feeling in my gut that I just can’t shake.
Believe me when I make this statement.

Standing alone in a room full of noise and life.
Detached from what it’s all about.
Moving through the mass against the tide.
I am on my own isolated ride.
Doing what feels right to me in the moment.
It’s my norm but sometimes I wouldn’t mind an added component.

Dice fall as they wish and nothing I can do.
To say it’s all in the cards isn’t correct too.
Not every hand gets the same draw.
Sometimes you win the jackpot and other times you don’t.
Deal with what you are gifted.

Pity selfishness is the order of every day.
When the end comes there will be zero anyway.
Drifting off on this journey of nothing.
No one to wave me off to what isn’t coming.
May seem sad but its my world view.
Came to terms with how I am one of the few.

Fill The Moat

You want bitterness the sort of which I want no part.
Craving for violence that only breaks more hearts.

Stop with chauvinistic bullshit.
Maybe engage your brain.
Cease with trying to showboat.
Instead just do some living.

No need to crucify those who don’t agree.
This world is big enough for every body.
That’s why there is no point in gunning for more pain.

After all life can be tough enough without another travesty!

Put down your guns.
End all this anger.
Take a minute with a few deep breaths.
Before you destroy yet another.
Moment in time.
It is finite.
Not an endless line.
So don’t mutilate it.

Bring hands of peace.
Negotiate, don’t instigate.
For that which has been done does not mean it will again.
Past should stay where it lays, not forgotten and yet never repeated.

From The Shadows

Subterfuge twinned with brutality.
This is the way of the hard to see.
Hiding in shadows, waiting to strike.
Do you really think you’ll make it out alive?

Gust of wind or was it more?
Wet smack as bloody meat hits the floor.
Fear is gripping and it won’t let go.
Your legs scream run but do not though.

You think us spectres.
We are not so ethereal.
Might wish we were a fiction.
But soon you will known the truth.
Target marked and its you.

Muffled call drowned in red.
Look around to see all your friends are dead.
Immobilised by your terror.
This hubris is now your final error.

Beg for mercy but none will come.
Your crimes are butchery against the shogun.
Sealed your fate when you went rogue.
Too interested in following what’s become vogue.

Terror strike.
No more light.
Fade away.
Dead by the end of this last autumn day.

New Valhalla

Welcome to New Valhalla.
Halls of cybernetic valour.

New age of augmentation where no one is left to rot alone.
Advanced technology integration allows for new types of evolution.
Beyond the realms of what has come before.
Permitting growth without millennia!

Enhance what birth bestowed upon you.
Strengthen where flaws were dolled.
Elevate past previous limitations.
Turn your life from good to God!

Exaggeration does not linger here anymore.
If you have a want or need then you can indulge.
Become all you could ever dream to be.
Natural boundaries have been locked out in the cold!

These are the halls of New Valhalla.
Age of expansion but not for land or gold.
Wealth is pointless when ascension is available.
Throw out old processes and embrace this unification goal.
Where all live as equals and choice is the true king.
No more begging for scraps or scrounging in dirt.
Cause all of that we are beyond now.
Only pity is that it took so long for us to…

Give up our violent tendencies.
Cast off divisionary thoughts.
Think that past defines future.
Wait whole lives to understand…
Living is everything!

A Silhouette

My mind is going blank.
Need to find a way of getting it back.
Fragmented gaps breeding doubt in my mind.
I want to scream.
But that won’t heal the erosion by time!

I am but a silhouette.
Outline with no content.

Memory along the path of fail.
Stitch these pieces into a single mass.
Wouldn’t revert damage done by time’s wrath.
I know I’m slipping.
Longer I go the deeper my decay!

I am but a shadow.
Only present under our sun’s glow.

Time is a mistress that is fated to win.
Resist all you wish she won’t be beaten.
For they were the worst and will be the last.
She’s a one way road no matter how hard your thrash!

Feel my mind slipping.
Sections are missing.
Sense of unease.
No way to appease.
Can’t bargain or cheat.
And there is no repeat.

Accept and endure.
Time is so cruel!

Shore Too Distant

Imagining what will never come to pass.
Anticipating a head on crash.
Termination of this point in time.

Languishing in the dark of pitch black night.
Counting things so far out of sight.
Why retread what has no hope to be?

Upon wings of wonder and winds of make believe.
Aiming for shores that are too distant to reach.

I keep these thoughts but wish to share them proud.
They will never be achieved but that doesn’t make me frown.
Prescient of what can and will not be.
Yet in need of being distracted from reality.

Dream is a fiction we all wish was more.
Should disown but refuse to.
Fear that with dreams gone we might fracture.

So leave me to dwell even though I know the truth.
Collision doesn’t guarantee derailment.

We all need our outlets.
No harm, no foul.
Sip from this font for enjoyment.
Even if its only for a little while.

Spin

Land on black there’s no going back.
If you get red you will end up dead.
Its like Russian roulette but more drawn out.
A spiral that has no conclusion.
Think you’ll prevail, yet its a ruse.
No matter what you will always be the one to lose.

Put down your excuses and make a change.
If you don’t you’ll go insane.
Be in debt up to your eyes.
Might even owe them depending on how bad you’re failing.

Got the itch to play another hand.
You won’t be the one on the celebration stand.
Instead you’ll be drowning sorrows in despair.
Can’t afford a beer and so you’ll barter.
If you were thinking it would be a non-starter.
Step away before they start to hunt ya.

Tab so tall you need a rope to climb.
Get some help before your legs are bent out of line.
Cause repayments unmade result in collisions.
And if it goes too long it could then be incisions.

Do yourself a favour sooner than later.
Or would you rather your name on some paper?
Obituary under circumstances quite suspect.
Make a change and it could end up very different.
To the point you could live once more.
Rather than be dwelling in a gutter begging to the cold hard floor!