Take A Chance

Bell calls me to the foreground.
Playing tunes that strike at my soul.
Chords plucked as if I can go into my past.
What resonates will never crash.
As chimes cut in to join the foley.
Echoes from days that seemed melancholy.
Striking back as if I’m still right there.
Forming out of this old half repair.
Calling to action what once seemed pointless.
Maybe once or twice it was a little fruitless.
Yet if you do not try then you can’t succeed.
Rejection lives so you can thrive eventually.
Without pause or sense to grow that which can be loved you’ll never know.

Sound the horns and welcome a season change.
Weather these storms or back away and risk you’ll fade.
Cause life can’t be lived without a little danger.
Might not get all you want but at least you’ll have an attempt here.
Instead of being sat inside a cage.
Fashioned from that which could not be saved.
Smashed upon some altar stone.
Trapped in a place that’s but a facsimile of your home.
Poor reproduction of what you crave.
Diluted by a cavern of blades.
Teetering on a knife’s crooked edge.
Begging you for payment that can’t be read.
All to please someone who couldn’t care if you ascend or become a crater.

Human Tide

Cycles continue to repeat.
Revolution has become obsolete.
Shut your mouth and accept your place.
Predetermined is your fate.
With a gun to your head and a knife at you back.
No matter what you hope for it’ll turn to ash.

Vitrify me like they did to you.
Disposable no matter who.
Car crash existence put to shame.
Everything leads to more pain.
Infliction has become this eternal state to hold.
Buried under this collapsed house of faded gold.

Seized by afflictions grasp.
Torn from my happiest past.
Ground beneath another armoured boot.
Making positivity utterly moot.
Rewired until despair is how we see every object.
Brainwashed to believe we are subjects.

Hung out to dry.
Washed away in this human tide.
Commodities to be bought and sold.
Then thrown away when we are deemed to old!

Gaze upon this modern era.
Its getting anything but clearer.
Identity is now a crime.
Being unique will see you butchered in a firing line!

Cycles continue to repeat.
Revolution has become obsolete.
Shut your mouth and accept your place.
Predetermined is your fate.
With a gun to your head and a knife at you back.
No matter what you hope for it’ll turn to ash.

Died In Agony

Staring out across the murky sea.
Fathoms between you and me.
Distant lights never seem to fade.
The further we travel the more they radiate.
Is this a sign or am I expecting too much?
Tonight turns into another compartmentalised memory.

Guiding hands to where I roam.
Still this place is not my home.
Too quiet as the days which are yet to come.
I hear them ringing out like a violent storm.
Facing reality won’t change the facts.
Paralysed by judgement that is always stabbing me in the back.

Frayed and standing on rocky ground.
Mind ready to be deemed obsolete.
I’m too worn thin to mount a reply.
What weapons you bring will end that which doesn’t belong…
Hands are wringing blood from this expunging!

Idealism has now slipped away.
Severed from hope to dwell in uncertainty.
Places where humour has become a crime.
You paid the piper to destroy this future.
I accept loss has been cemented.
These once green and verdant plains are atmosphere vented.

You did this.
Wear your badge of brutality.
Fractured.
Positivity died in agony!

Monster From Saint

Perforated by every new loss.
Each segment offered to waiting crows.
When will light shine back through?
All this grey is driving a wedge between versions of you.
Mood darkening like a maelstrom.
Before long an eruption akin to a bomb.
Levelling any progress you might have made.

Emotion turned in an enemy.
Bleeding out where you wanted to be.
Savage tongues lashing day and night.
Judgement delivered from those who swear they are right.
Forging charges against your name.
All these accusations are crushing your claim.
Obliteration does not have to be your legacy.

Dosing high but feeling weak.
All this negativity continues your grief.
Polarising sense into extremist mentality.
Grifter from what was once a beacon of integrity!

Lying ruined in the bottom of a pit.
Funnelled conscious until you did quit.
Waste of soul that got twisted inside.
Battered as if life was never meant to have you on the ride.
So now callous is all that breathes.
Then where you walked you left only disease.
And your termination came just a little too late.

Bending knees before your grave.
Remembering when you were not brutality’s slave.
Fair soul with a shining heart.
Eyes that could lift any mood into a positive ark.
Sad to know those days are gone.
That no longer will that torch be shone.
Yet we will espouse what came before your coming undone.

Time Is My Curse

Why does it feel like I’m speaking to two different people?
One is close the other a stranger.
Demands and statements are feeling cold.
Am I too cynical or have I hit a nail on the head?
Not sure I want to know.
Fragile is my ability to trust.
Another chip might see me shattering.

How am I still spinning on this very eroded spot?
I should’ve gained traction.
Head reeling from how much I care.
Divided is my conscious between peace and depravity.
Will this ever stop?
Jagged is my exterior.
I try but I always to make it stop.

Pressure building and I can’t stand strong.
For too long I’ve been the villain in form.
Branded monster whether I am or not.
No end to the mocking and so I joined it.
Sliding knives into my own ribs to survive.
Burning bridges I wanted to keep alive.

When will I realise how many chances I’ve lost?
Stares me in the face like a fool.
Damaged I continue to miss my target.
Stumbling over words I may mean or maybe not.
Too much in my head.
Release this addiction to nought.
I don’t want to be a shadow who’s forgot.

Remember Me

Remember me when I fly into the flames.
Calling out for justice to never be undone.
Battles having raged my entire life.
Misery has become a stage for too many.
With hearts shattering like glass hit by a stone.
For all these hopes that now feel so alone.
I cry these tears I wish would be the last.
Cracking from what might come next.
Too much tragedy.

Never yield to madness as it spreads deep.
Restart these engines made for peace.
Hanging by a thread as children scream.
Generalisation can do great harm.
Staggering against these storm winds as they howl.
Fighting to keep rather than control.
Pandering won’t fix flaws in the fore.
Hate should not be spread here anymore.
Loss is now a norm.

Electrify your heart with those you love.
Welcome whether from below or above.
Destruction can never lead to enrichment.
Massacres bring about our failing light.
Sacrifice is born from others lack of using sight.
Pushing back is the route to real change.
Hold you courage as if it has physical form.
Scream how you wish things to be.
No more depravity!

Remember me when I fly into the flames.
Calling out for justice to never be undone.
Battles having raged my entire life.
Misery has become a stage for too many.
With hearts shattering like glass hit by a stone.
For all these hopes that now feel so alone.
I cry these tears I wish would be the last.
Cracking from what might come next.
Too much tragedy.

Distil

This bitter pill, you did distil, to make us choke upon our words.

We kill more than you we need and will forever be starving.
Every decade our numbers will keep on halving.
Now wade down this razor river.
Occam knows us to be a quitter.
Trapped within these confines of our own making.

This bitter pill, you did distill, to make us choke upon our words.
Brought us back, continue to black out, for all our misdeeds.

All this pressure will see us suffer upon these burning shores.
Ground erupts and lava flows forth from these pores.
Stand our ground but its too late.
We have sealed our violent fate.
Caged within these lands that we have sundered.

This bitter pill, you did distil, to make us choke upon our words.
What we have left, leaves us bereft, drowning in our dying calls.

This bitter pill.
You did distil.
To make us choke…
To make us choke upon our fading words.

My Last Sunrise

With hell in his eye I saw my last sunrise.
Son of a bitch took my life by being a snitch.
Too late to change what happened next.

Dug my own grave when I tried to defend myself.
Tore down these walls only to find I was someone else.
For so long I fought but now I am beaten in.
What are these diagrams that I keep on seeing?

Paradise on the brain only sent me insane.
Never enough distraction to save me from infatuation.
Spinning in circles cemented in place.

Dug my own grave when I tried to defend myself.
Tore down these walls only to find I was someone else.
For so long I fought but now I am beaten in.
What are these diagrams that I keep on seeing?

Mark my words that I recall.
Set these waypoints then suffered my fall.
Periodic sense has been sold down the river.
Each time you speak my spine feels a shiver.
Of what could have been had we not split in two.
What I hold is all I have left of you.
Scraps in my head and an emptiness within.
Tired of this feeling, just want it to be something.

With hell in his eye I saw my last sunrise.

Dug my own grave when I tried to defend myself.
Tore down these walls only to find I was someone else.
For so long I fought but now I am beaten in.
What are these diagrams that I keep on seeing?

Revel

I see your beauty in every icon.
Close my eyes and you’re right there.
Is this obsession that I’m feeling?
Or do I love you without a care?

Send me a sign.
Give me guidance.
Whisper your ideas.
Don’t leave me silence.
For this life is shorter than it seems.

To burn these hours feels like sacrificing innocence for schemes.

I feel your touch without being near.
My panic banished by your warm personality.
State of being that quietens my fear.
For you bring out a duality.

If only we had more time.
Maybe then things would be go sublime.
Yet entropy is against us now.
Forever counting down.
Siphoning these seconds away.
That is until you put your hand upon mine to say…

I am yours and you are mine.
One and the same no matter the time.
So calm your mind and think with your heart.
You see in I as much hope as I wish to impart.

That was you sending me a sign.
Giving me guidance.
Whispering your ideas.
Not leaving me in silence.
For this life is of course shorter than it seems.

Yet to burn these hours feels still like sacrificing innocence for pointless schemes.

Thought Process That Feels Like Affliction

Run through my head a thousand times.
Try to block of the thoughts but they won’t subside.
Why does my head always play things out.
Its like being a dreamer with a mountain of doubt.
And all it leads to is second guessing!

Stare at a wall only to see a scene play out.
From time to time I have to scream and shout.
Changes nothing cause I’m set in stone.
Feels like I might always be on my own.
Which at times makes my blood run cold!

Humans are social even if they’re not.
Mostly isolation is fine until its a lot.
Problem is I’m human which brings its own curses.
Rather share some things than be a real burden.
Along these pathways that we call life.
Where strangers meet like ships in the night.
But sometimes just passing isn’t quite enough.
Might want to stay awhile.
Converse and discuss.

Still my mind races with possibilities.
Boiling to the surface while I want them to leave.
How do I stop what never goes away?
Not a clue and it seems I won’t find it today.
Leading to mounting frustrations!

This might all seem mad and maybe I am.
Not in a fun way that brings smiles all around.
Insanity could be a twin that I cannot shake.
Could be all you see is a front that is most fake.
Why no one stays by my side!

Humans are social even if they’re not.
Mostly isolation is fine until its a lot.
Problem is I’m human which brings its own curses.
Rather share some things than be a real burden.
Along these pathways that we call life.
Where strangers meet like ships in the night.
But sometimes just passing isn’t quite enough.
Might want to stay awhile.
Converse and discuss.

For you understand me and I do you.
Seldom a state I found a counterpart too.
So to give up without trying strikes me as a waste.
Not one that I feel permitted to taste.