Solitude in the face of the old.
Perfected moments delivered via trending.
Harness that which doesn’t quite fit in place.
Remove isotopes embedded deep.
With a smile full of ash and eyes filled with lies.
Petulance continues to send out the weak.
Fodder to cannons mounted on rooftops.
Graveyards surround our every dream.
Bulbs filling in gaps long carved by rounds.
These forgotten digits cannot fix the sounds, as sleep gives way to depravity.
Born for nothing is the shape upon which they feed.
Grasping at notions believed to have been sunk in thick fog.
What has been lost is but a sentence to those that were at one time lost.
Detached under suns of distant skies.
We who stand are but the remnants of the non cast.
Severed from roots that used to connect all that was known.
That which remains are the ruins of our now splintered thrones.
These kingdoms split between the realms of us.
Upon these burning altars came our cemented cost.
In halls where we danced one too many times.
These chandeliers are all that remain in line.
For silence has become the ever tone.
One note which ended with the sharpest bone.
When it was wedged deep between our ribs!
I Will Not
Staring at the ghostly face that glares back at me.
Nothing about its dead eyes elicits comfort today.
Haunting sense that my death is right around the bend.
What stands before me is perhaps a final bloody end.
Cause for too long voices have bickered in my mind.
Each one a victim in its own belief structure defined.
With no routes of escape all I can do is stand my ground.
A few more moments and a beacon will flash as sirens sound.
Portrayed as a villain warped by moments lost past.
Down comes the guillotine blade oh so fast.
These shadows want me torn to shreds by demons once banished.
Before I can seek help they always manage to have vanished.
I will not bend.
I will not kneel.
I will not rest.
I will not…
Be afraid!
That reflection is the opposite of what I will be.
Delete all that tried to poison the good away.
Ghouls are not the future which will continue to ascend.
Destruction will not be the new coveted trend.
Ideals once twisted into fragments of what can be stolen.
Those days are faded and no longer will I be fallen.
Crushed beneath boots that once treated me as the cause.
Forever after our hope will pierce the veil of instability.
I will not bend.
I will not kneel.
I will not rest.
I will not…
Be afraid!
Hounding has been washed clean by the summer rain.
Darkness retreated from the light I now beam.
Putrid viciousness has been quelled for the last time.
Watch us now and forever more blaze in glory as we shine!
Pressure Inflicted
With these dreams in my heart and my head fixed on prevailing there is no way I am quitting.
You can think me mad or even a fool but I will continue to work to be my very best.
I may falter in my endeavour to be better than I was yesterday, though that does not mean I will stop trudging on.
Even when my hands are stiff and my legs are heavy refusing to flow as they should.
Hope is my motivator.
Will not bow no matter how you…
Take shots at me.
Attempt to force a change.
Tear at my flesh and crush my memory.
For progress is what I crave most of all.
I will never be perfect but that isn’t the true goal.
You don’t understand cause you don’t care at all.
I might be a number to your ideology.
But to me I am a person looking forward permanently.
Despair cannot take my out.
No matter the wounds I’ll just keep…
Living my own way.
Refuse your twisted mentality.
Your outside influence only strengthens me.
For progress is what I crave most of all.
I will never be perfect but that isn’t the true goal.
You don’t understand cause you don’t care at all.
I might be a number to your ideology.
But to me I am a person looking forward permanently.
Do your worst I won’t quit.
Squeeze my world but I’ll keep at it.
For progress is what I crave most of all.
I will never be perfect but that isn’t the true goal.
You don’t understand cause you don’t care at all.
I might be a number to your ideology.
But to me I am a person looking forward permanently.
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.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 