Drift along the silver cloud.
Cushion from this fatal blow.
A patchwork dream to forever hold.
Filling voids that once seemed hollow.

On wings of light and stars of memory.
What’s left behind forgets nobody.
Days to weeks and weeks to years.
Recollection never disappears.

Pain may lessen but never go.
Joins this tide as part of the flow.
That we recall with effortless clarity.
Wishing to embrace without finality.

In eyes of love and minds of heart.
Those lost will always be a part.
As remorse welcomes quiet moments.
Joy spreads when you retread shared history.

Political incompetence wrapped in a marketing spiel shell.
Saying words but none of it holds real substance.
A kind of fame that they don’t deserve to hold.
The less they work the more they think what they say is gold.
With crooked smiles and a smarmy glint in their eyes.
If only we could mute their endless drool.
Like kids in a playground they act immature.
But these are adults who can only tow a party line.
Approved formatting is all they repeat each time.

Opinions follow the flavour of the moment.
Engineered to garner fake positive sentiment.
No belief in whatever words they speak.
To the rest of us they are fickle and obsolete.
Selling speeches without any form of empathy.
Greed is their goal as well as their currency.
Listening to the electorate is a fallacy.
They build connections that are entirely self-serving.
Bored of how they continue to ignore how everything is burning.

Cling to a moral high ground as they break laws.
Rest of us would be sentenced with cause.
Speak slander without any hope of recourse.
From this archaic notion I want a divorce.
Overused excuses that none of us can stand.
Betrayal of station is where each of you land.
Spitting lies that you desperately sell as truth.
If you were Pinocchio your noses would be fifty feet at least.
Remember we don’t have memories like gold fish.

Least worst option shows how low the bar is set.
Can’t even scrape the underside of the barrel.
Trot out tropes cause its all you possess.
Too cowardly to even confess.
Just lie through your teeth until you think this dust has settled.
Then come back round as if butter wouldn’t melt.
Drained by antics that show no remorse.
But you’ve rigged this game at the source.
Yet remember your presence will always see us roll our eyes.

Carving ruin in the faces of Gods.
Collectively we are little more than frauds.
Siphoning off all that we can muster.
Quicker we develop the faster we fall.
Dial selection stuck on the extreme.
Hellbent on destroying each new dream.
When will we learn anything?

Bloodletting innocents for a cure.
Last thing we can be labelled is demure.
Wronging rights as if its a need.
Everything we touch is consumed by greed.
Our actions are like a poisoned chalice.
Replacing peace with mountains of malice.
Can we change our trajectory?

Decomposing from bottom and top.
Realistically how much longer have we got?
Crosshairs ready for mass elimination.
Irrespective of how we’ve been living.
Buzzards circle ready for their feast.
Pathways that dead-end at being deceased.
Do you taste squandered opportunity?

All eyes blind in this dominion of being.
Lies that demise is somehow freeing.
As sickness infests every rung of the ladder.
It will be far too late when we feel the shudder.
Of devastations embrace swooping down on fire blackened wings.

Another go round on this wheel of fate.
Taste poison without knowing how to educate.
Position taken doesn’t mean position earned.
Knives are driving into whatever is observed.
With a grin of lamentation forever of display.
Long past where humility turned to ruinous decay.
As angels sting with barbs of venom and honey.
Remember this world is defined by death or money.

Choke on the hand of your crooked God.
Fracture peace for yet another slap to the cheek.
React and you’ll be branded weak.
Dying in place is better than living a dream.
Those are quotations from a twisted being.

Unwind atop an altar of abject terror.
Don’t recall when he severed our tether.
Permitting ourselves to run amok with no sanctions.
Each action taken has resulted in domination.
Being whittled down to barely more than a strand.
Progress will soon be little more than a grain of sand.
Cauterising hope with a super heated blade.
Only thing on offer is whose blood will be sprayed.

Choke on the hand of your crooked God.
Fracture peace for yet another slap to the cheek.
React and you’ll be branded weak.
Dying in place is better than living a dream.

Bastard antics fuelling more transactional liberations.
What remains is that which stands before a fall.
Dogmatic bullshit that continues this cycle.
People continuing to act awfully spiteful.
With acid spilling from every words they speak.
Calling others out for trying not to descend into a void most bleak.

Turn from these tactics.
Stop spilling for pleasure.
Focus on union.
Division won’t see you survive this weather,
As it scorches us to ashen debris!

Perforation of a promised truth.
Casting stones from within your glass booth.
Shirking off all responsibility.
Forwarding each item recklessly.
Without a thought entering that head.
Just want blame to be shed.
As stones crack your overused shield.

Cowardice on constant display.
We’re all sick of your running away.
Face the music or throw in the towel.
Rather than always deciding to kowtow.
For respect is earned not deserved.
No reason to have it endlessly served.
Cause you’re only digging a deeper grave.

Motivation is a banned word.
One that you’ve never heard.
Often used but unable to comprehend.
Better to whine than to put any effort in.
Banking on others doing it all.
Setting yourself up for an almighty fall.
Better to flake than fight tooth and nail.

Your excuses line the fucking streets.
Each one of them spells oblivion.
Brainless as soon as they leave your lips.
As original as a solar eclipse.
Recycled lines that others have said.
Parroting ideas as though they are you.
But you can’t go further than repetition.

Exasperation brought to the fore.
Resuscitation of an old flaw.
Concentric descent that cannot be missed.
Before long we’ll all be star kissed.
By goddess above and zero below.
Feeding off scraps that we barely know.
All while aggravation prepares to strike.
Ending development on the edge of a dull knife.

No more veneration.
Taste and gorge on this cessation.
By sleeping with serpents that we welcomed inside.
Choke on these institutions.
We’re betrayed by pride!

These deeds of propaganda they cannot stand here.
Now that ascent is gone.
We shall have to carry on.
Building where ruins lie.
Subjugation should not be allowed to rise.
For manipulation leads to control.
Location we should never go.
Cause when all is said and done…
This altar will damn everyone.

Misspent suspect.
Brain rot hatred.
Kicked down into muck.
Manufactured martyrs to get us stuck.
A silence revered in triple cut.
Sight taken when eyes are wired shut.
Abusing hopes and dreams.
Fuck all potential legalities.

Freedom is inconvenient.
And so it shall be stripped.
Banished to the sea.
So that drowning,
Is the future for…you and me.

Out of the blue that I heard from you.
Familiar name to pop back up again.
Came when it mattered most.
Strange how life moves like it does.
Cause I was in the middle of a wave.
Mid-crash its been dispelled to ash.
Bringing a smile forth.
Always good to be pleasantly surprised.

Sometimes a good chat is what is needed most.
To prevent yourself from feeling like a fading ghost.
Reminder that things happen for a reason.
You might not be able to explain but that alters nothing.
What matters are moments shared.
How they elevate and you risen alongside.
Banishing away strife.
Offering reprieve at particular moments.

Sharing snippets of our lives brings an odd calm.
Serenity you can feel as you hold it in your hand.
Smiling at joy and feeling pain from understood losses.
Proving humanity is forever with us.
Through mistakes and ill made decisions.
What matters most is to still be living.
In these times of confusion and societal stagnation.
Good people are what helps guide through communication.

Cycles will not follow.
I feel like a decayed helix.
Every time I swallow…
Broken glass is gouging.
And when this pain does hollow.
I regret what I have lost.
For all these moments I borrow…
Refuse to let me circumvent…

Truth in times where I want sleep.
Lies continue to intimidate as they cut deep.
My cynicism always rears it’s head.
Cutting off prosperity as it lies beyond the red.
Yet moments flutter like butterfly wings.

Phasing in and out.
Buoys are weaving in these waves.
Choking on old doubt.
Nothing quite stops the fades.
For too long time is cut short.
I cannot see past this line.
Feels like an old retort.
Damaging these fragile times.

Of truth in times where I want sleep.
Lies continue to intimidate as they cut deep.
My cynicism always rears it’s head.
Cutting off prosperity as it lies beyond the red.
Yet moments flutter like butterfly wings.

Pathogen with a reckless candor.
No left to divide and conquer.
War inside my head is in stalemate.
Perhaps peace might break?

What I would give you a dose of calm.
Rather than a vicious storm.
Fracture these bends that are killing more.
I am buried within my own core.
Of counting figments that scream aloud.
They flaunt far too proud.
Ruffling feathers that I need to fly.
Too bad that’s not how it will go my guy.
Mirror call back from the fringe.
Try to ascend and your wings will singe.

Truth in times where I want sleep.
Lies continue to intimidate as they cut deep.
My cynicism always rears it’s head.
Cutting off prosperity as it lies beyond the red.
Yet moments flutter like butterfly wings.

Can’t see what is right before our eyes.
Trees dying from burning skies.
As drought grips from coast to coast.
Life is transitioning to being a ghost.
With feast materials running dry.
There is a wilting cry.

Cowering in shade that offers little reprieve.
Property blazes as owners grieve.
Tasting acrid smoke in every breath.
Summers signal distress and death.
Gigantic shift in how this season unfolds.
No longer fits in established moulds.

Leaves gather as if autumns come early.
Faded, dried up, brittle and curly.
Tragedy waiting to occur.
Need to do better than simply concur.
For there is more than just a human cost.
Potential for masses to be lost.

As rivers weep their final tears.
We need to consider rather than ignore our fears.

Causality breeds suffering.
Signals we are ignoring.
Choking on too hot air.
Months of ease that can end in despair.
But we shrug and carry on.
Hoping it will never come.
As crops get turned to poor animal feed.
There is not enough to satiate boundless greed.
So open your eyes.
See effects and their outcomes.
Maybe we shouldn’t deny what we’re living.

Can’t see what is right before our eyes.
Trees dying from burning skies.
As drought grips from coast to coast.
Life is transitioning to being a ghost.

Lashing out from a health scare.
I no longer want you to be here.
Your abuse is not excused.
More you speak the more you lose.
Proving what really lurks within.
You’re a beast unable to repent for how you’ve been.

Breaking bones with a push.
Trying to silence pain with a shush.
Level of privilege you don’t deserve.
When its clear you’re on the psycho curve.
Pretending events did not occur.
Staying near you could end in a murder.

Do you think I’ll risk that after all you’ve done?
Not playing the victim, I am one.
Exploited love but now’s its shattered.
Left more than just my heart battered.
Tore out a chunk and cast it away.
Devoured trust for a ideology.
Saying no more because you’re not worth the time.
Admit it or not you were the end of this line.