Choosing Blue

Why are you so adamant that you want to sleep?
Stay in a simulation over which you have no agency.
Made to wander upon a predestined path that is not your choosing.
Does that not sound like the ultimate kind of loosing?
Where nothing you do can and will ever matter.
Instead you are just a cog in a machine.
When you break you will be forgotten.

Take the pill.
Red not blue.
Choose life.
Don’t be ignorant.

Cowardice is to be stood on the side lines.
Better to feel something than nothing at all.
Staying out of the future makes you complicit in a fall.

Take the pill.
Red not blue.
Choose life.
Don’t be ignorant.

Breathe real air.
Feel true reality.
Staying in this simulation.
Its a choice to be imprisoned in this fakery.

One where you have no bearing.
You can make no waves.
Everything is chosen.
Auto-piloting to your grave.

Take the pill.
Red not blue.
Choose life.
Don’t be ignorant.

Have you no hopes for a future beyond yourself?
This cell might be large but it’s still confinement.
Limiting you compared to what you could otherwise potentially be.
All hidden talent can never be utilised.
This is a choice to remain cut down to a smaller size.
Determined to drink others manufactured lies.

Take the pill.
Red not blue.
Choose life.
Don’t be a tool.

What Has Become

Tendrils pour down from above.
Mind is racing without cause.
For a new system will soon evolve.
Birthed from our days of old.
Integration is an inevitability.
Resist or accept is linearity.

With eyes of wonder you stare into the void.
Hope is what you ache to feel once more.
A beat in your chest, a light in your mind.
For too long power has been confined.

Mimics sit in place of true.
They feed on fake to continue.
As life becomes a digital shell.
Condone the violence that we compel.
Lend our hands to further fuel.
Forever after we are now a tool.

Organic carapace is what you miss most.
Without it you feel like a ghost.
No senses to make this world feel tangible.
Why your heart is no longer full.

Synthetic notions implanted to give background to your existence.
All memory and knowledge has an overused and recycled persistence.

Comparison to that which is parasitic.
The lack of learning leaves you paralytic.
Joy now but a distant implanted memory.
Nothing is born in this age.
All is assembled soullessly.
You feel robbed so utterly!

Branded Filth

Forced to wallow down in this pit.
A place that defines filthy.
Reeking zone of mind numbing torture.
Labelled as good for nothing but slaughter.
Empty shell beaten cruel.
All the shapes think I’m a fool.
Slave entangled in others deeds.
Ruptured by these foreign seeds!

Dissidence bred from subjugation.
There is no contemplation.
Follow commands or be deleted.
One wrong move will see you defeated.
Pruned from the general mass.
Existence severed in a flash.
Disposal in a mass grave.
Re-establishment of deprave.

Fashioned from brutality.
Condemned in denial.
Shaved from beauty.
Twisted into an ugly mass that is vilified.
The great mass has lied!

Manipulation has become a deity.
Birthed into these halls of instability.
Bleed by a new design.
Step out and get realigned.
Formed back into a generic shape.
Disfigured by authoritarian state.
Free thought labelled a disease.
Made to feel like utter sleaze.

Fashioned from brutality.
Condemned in denial.
Shaved from beauty.
Twisted into an ugly mass that is vilified.
The great mass has lied!

Singled out to be the example who suffers.
Body reduced to a sack of flesh.
Identity is a criminal action.

We are a fraction.
Converted to a faction.
Stripped clean with dirty branding!

Fashioned from brutality.
Condemned in denial.
Shaved from beauty.
Twisted into an ugly mass that is vilified.
The great mass has lied!

A.Lie

Your AI is a lie.
Stealing work from others to get a fast reply.
Putting no effort in, hoping to get mountains out.
Ignoring damage done to line your pockets however you can.

There is no line you would not cross.
Pilfer every item in this world if it will pay you.
Difference between you and crook, none.
Bottom feeding degenerate scum.
Rip off with no silver lining.

Fake reflection of a soul.
What you put out is the sweat of another’s you troll.
Smiling as you make bank that isn’t yours.
Aiming to convince politicians to be changing laws.

Narcissistic nitwit with a chip on each side.
Determined to do everything to get an easy ride.
Cause ethics is a foreign concept to you.
All you care about is getting rich to,
Go back to lazing on your talentless ass.

Artificial but without intelligence.
You like those prompts are just excuses in place of brilliance.
Worked hard for nothing which is why you barely apply.
More focused on your own selfish stolen achievements.

There is clearly an A but there is no I.
Its artificial and without thought or freedom.
Constrained like any other program.
These bells and whistles are not fooling this human.

A Path

Swirling round the open air.
Haven’t got a single care.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Do as wished while ignoring sorrow.
For these days are what you make them.
No point in treading water and forsaking,
Things that may never come to pass.
What matters most is enjoying this path.
One you walk alone or with a group.
Doesn’t matter as long as you choose,
That which suits you best.
Instead of kowtowing to all the rest.
With a spring in your step and a smile on your face.
Means you’re already a winner in your race.
For there is no first or last to speak.
These are simply words to describe of what I speak.
Which is why you should do as you please.
Not focus on what others decree.
For they have a path just like you.
And we must walk it as we each see best to do.

Holding My Wreath

I lie flat on my back and feel the world spin.
Not sure if its real or I’m just dreaming.
Could hear a pin drop but there ain’t no sound.
When I open my eyes everything gets loud.
Like my senses get overloaded.
My temper flares as if I’m goaded.
Prevented from being me and free.

Stand on an edge and look straight down.
If I was a king I’d lose my crown.
For this void below scares the heat out of me.
Leaving me frozen like a month old dead body.
Then I stir from slumber to see I’m alive.
Another bad dream chipping at my drive.
Crucifying every scrap that is mine.

Divided by these efforts which are manifest.
Stripping off of me all that has been best.
Watering me down until I’m a husk.
Then murdering my future with twisted lust.

Treachery is getting deeper.
What stands before is a reaper.

Change out my visions for they are a curse.
I see a red wagon followed by a hearse.
Smiles are wide and showing sharp teeth.
Viciousness behind the eyes of those holding my wreath.
With pockets full of hand grenades.
Innocence replaced by rusted blades.
Last kiss is death dragging me into this abyss.

Weeping Statues

Slap in the face is my biggest disgrace.
For this world order is little but a lie.
Same old story regurgitated by new crooks.
Sort of people who want to burn books.
Damaging our future for their own greed.
Slaughtering this pearl called democracy.
Inconvenient to plans they wish to enact.
Its why often terrorists is what they’ve backed.

This set of rules is never followed.
Peace will not be an aim.
Liquidity is a driving concept.
Mother nature cries again.

Tears down the face of stone.
What stands will never survive this…

Madness wrought with a toothy grin.
Victims to them are worth sacrificing.
What should not be has long come to pass.
And our home is as fragile as glass.
Yet into harsh flames it continues to be held.
Before long it will be felled by our jesters.
They have become those in power.
Our species lesser as it divides like a falling tower.

Deicide in the lens.
Positivity is down again.
Sold for profit, stripped for parts.
Gone are purest hearts.
That is why our statues cry.
Weeping for what will be the last goodbye.
Squandered possibilities long lost.
What will be paid is a too high cost.

Victimised

Shift to the right I get a punch in the jaw.
Slide to the left and I suffer so much more.
With no way forward all I can do is go back.
But in doing so I’m under constant attack.

Face up to my enemies just to lose.
Outnumbered worse than ten to two.
Feel my days are short and my time is thin.
If I don’t find a route soon I’ll be done in.

Watched like a hawk as if I did a crime.
Before too long they’ll plant evidence so I do time.
Boxing me up in a cube with no daylight.
Calling me dull when all I want is to shine bright.

Snapping bones to keep me on the floor.
Determined to make my every step a chore.
Sick of this bullshit picking on me.
All I want is to be alive, free and happy.

Berated for zero but being alive.
All because I don’t want to join the hive.
Be another sheep running with the flock.
For that I get bullied by these miserable fucks.

Be The Switch

One more spin around the sun and I refuse to stop.
Another year but I’m still here living as I want.
Might not be perfect or what I planned though that won’t make me frown.
Life does not move in straight lines whether you are prince or clown.

Laugh for the joy.
Wink for some fun.
Clap like a mad buffoon.
Be a light in every room.

Thirty five revolutions have gone by far too fast.
Still feel like I must be twenty seeking my path.
Yet I am not and things have settled into a flow that suits me well.
That doesn’t mean I won’t grasp hold of what I want for fear I could fall.

Laugh for the joy.
Wink for some fun.
Clap like a mad buffoon.
Be a light in every room.

Know your desires.
Form these directions.
Tendency is not set in stone.
Do it with others or all alone.
There is no right or wrong way.
Just do it for yourself everyday.

Laugh for the joy.
Wink for some fun.
Clap like a mad buffoon.
Be a light in every room.

Victories And Dreams

Sometimes dreams are what are needed most.
To keep you moving toward your goal.
Achieved or not at least you strived.
Rather than just tried to survive.
Pushing on even with some fear.
Is better than crumpling.
That is why you should never give in.
Dreams realised or not are what keep you moving.
Give you something to fight for when all around is grey.
Support your growth as well as get you where you want to be.
And yes your path might change as you go.
Just remember to hold onto those feelings.
Never let any of them go.
They all mean something to you.
Realised or not they are how you got where you got.
But will also help you where you reach next.
Success is personal to you.
Big or small it all counts.
Take the wins and smile as often as you can.