Surrounded by noise until it becomes too loud.
This busy hustle bustle grinds me down.
Its too much action for me all the time.
To be honest I can’t unwind.

I need to find peace.
Eremition.
Its what gives me release.
Contemplation.
Centering myself brings me everything.

Bangs on my right and voices on my left.
Let there be nothing to give me a rest.
For all the frantic just wears me thin.
Making my head continually spin.

I need to find peace.
Eremition.
Its what gives me release.
Contemplation.
Centering myself brings me everything.

Polar opposite of what so many crave.
I am not unique but I am in a different phase.
Determined to seek calm while others want alarm.
Too much action reduces me to fraction.
It does me damage but no lasting harm.
Makes me wish to retreat.
So I can recharge my bones.
Cannot continue to compete if I don’t withdraw.
All this stimulus is overloading me more and more.

I need to find peace.
Eremition.
Its what gives me release.
Contemplation.
Centering myself brings me everything.

Fills up my soul.
Grants me all control.
Eases my weary head.
Removes fog where it once bled.
Permits me to continue.

I see the pettiness in those eyes.
Where you continue to fantasise.
Take what you want.
Don’t get what you earn.
Crime or not is never a concern.
With a head full of hate and mouth full of bile.
You are a vindictive mass creating a cult of denial.

Seethe whenever you don’t get your way.
Plan B is resort to extortion and bribery.
No forethought in your words.
You just want to be heard.
Message is all garbled as is your brain.
Every word you speak is to completely bamboozle.
Megalomania so great that there is no such thing as refusal.

Prey on victims for they are fair game.
Only care is for you and not others pain.
Empathy devoid.
Get more from a droid.
Shell of a human that’s lying to win.
Siphon off all this money so you can keep scheming.
All while spinning more cons to keep them believing.

System of corruption teeters on the brink.
Every new attempt only heightens its stink.
Brings exploitation to the fore.
Forever these elites only crave for more.
Clawing at what decency does remain.
Determined to send us all insane.
Convert freewill into conformity.
Whether through propaganda or travesty.
Tightening their grips upon our throats.
No wonder we are all beginning to choke.
See our periphery fade to black.
If they succeed there is no going back.
This is not a war its an extermination.
Fracturing peace to bury it whole.
Pilfering whatever they believe should be theirs.
Twisting honest words to confuse en masse.
Fiction framed as if its fact.
Speak out and you get smacked.
Beaten down until you can barely move.
Only to be added to some kind of list.
Branded a danger to yourself and everyone else.
Execution might be what comes next.
Yet these massacres are always downplayed.
Made out to just be the human way.
If that were true then how are we still here?
Its the sick and crazy filling us with fear.
Making us little more than pawns.
Don’t want us to question anymore.
To do so is to see through their tactics.
A terminal cancer that’ll end everything!

To walk amongst the roses with a smile on my face.
What I would give to be back in that place.
Feeling whole as the sun radiates heat.
Instead I feel like I’m obsolete.
Detached from the world beyond my walls.
Its like I’m standing in a parallel dimension.
Why I never get a single mention.
Simply wade through this treacle mud.
Wondering where I should have stood.
Unsure of how I went so far off track.
Could I somehow get back?
Answers no and so still I trudge.
Peering eyes narrow but otherwise ignore.
This is a solitary tour.
Let me back in!

Smell sweetness while I grip onto despair.
When suddenly I reappear.
Faces stare but they’re aghast.
Why am I now visible amongst the vast…
Ocean where I was once but a shade.
Take me back I’d rather be anonymous again.
Not viewed like I am a disease.
Please oh please.
Sever these chains binding me here.
That is how it works right?
Judgement that refuses to be voiced.
Silent and deadly.
A car crash kind of melody.
Siphoning off my meagre reserves.
Feel like I’ve been cursed!

Victim as enemy.
Eroded yet guilty.
Sacrificed for cruelty.
Ordained in red.
Days to be bled.
Freak in a cage.
Lined up to be…

Judged in a moment.
Marched through fog.
Oppressed until I confessed…
Born to be crucified by mass homicide!

Let me walk amongst a garden.
Smell something other than misery.
Hear beauty sing.
Be allowed to once more feel positive emotion!

These walls of stone serve as armour.
Because of them civilians are calmer.
Yet still huddled in shadowed recesses.
Waiting for this to all be over.

One way or another this siege will break.
Them upon our walls or us upon their stakes.

Food is spent and water is in short supply.
They’re trying to wait us out hoping we’ll all die.
But foolish invaders have no clue.
We will not fade so easily for you.

One way or another this siege will end.
Them when they assault or us from withering.

Days have long since turned into weeks.
Fate can be cruel if it is not being bleak.
Doesn’t mean we’ll lay down and die.
These are our lands and we fight for our lives.

Assault comes in the dead of night.
They scaled the walls but we set them alight.
Terror screams of agony filled the air.
Arrows rained down everywhere.
Reducing swathes of bloodthirsty forms to piles of meat.
They underestimated our will to defeat…
These savages who wish to kill us all.
Just so they can claim this corner that we hold so dear.
Now they are crippled by fear.
Retreating out across the marsh.
Freedom remaining in our grasp.

From that victory we did rebuild.
But only after we mourned our killed.
With no eye to exact revenge.
Instead we only wished to be left in peace.

Why is the outcome always war?
Every day misery takes more.

Robbing father and son, mother and sibling.
Leaving scars that won’t heal.
Turning life into an ordeal.
Allowing hate to breed unchecked.
Look another life is wrecked.

Political extremism is at the fore.
Every time we blink all we see is gore.

Denying life for paper printed and named a bill.
Future hope has been cut.
Out of heaven we have been shut.
Dowsed in kerosene and lit.
Positivity died in this god forsaken shit.

Drowning in the blood of friends.
There is no coming back from this precipice again.

Awake at the same old time.
To begin I’m feeling fine.
Until a void opens up and leaves me feeling numb.

Why do I care?
This world is trying to strip me bare.
I don’t want to lose.
Cause giving up means a part of me dies.
Why would I want that?
And so I carry pain while wanting to feel joy.

Stagger with a clouded head.
Feel as though I should be in bed.
Instead I wade through this fog feeling disconnected.

Why do I care?
This world is trying to strip me bare.
I don’t want to lose.
Cause giving up means a part of me dies.
Why would I want that?
And so I carry pain while wanting to feel joy.

Give me a sign, some signal or action.
To prove that this life is not just a fraction.
Some shell of what it ought to be.
A wilderness catering to self pity.
With bars to keep us all in.
Pits and falls to leave us hanging.
Reduced to ghosts with hopeful eyes.
Until all we feel is an urge to meet a demise.
All so judgement can’t keep splitting away.
Betraying happiness by sticking sadness in our way.

Why do I care?
This world is trying to strip me bare.
I don’t want to lose.
Cause giving up means a part of me dies.
Why would I want that?
And so I carry pain while wanting to feel joy.
Let it return.
Let me swim in its glory.

These tales walked you down another path.
Here is beauty and it feels no wrath.
Nurtured like it does deserve.
Smiling hearing these songbirds.
Chirp back and forth then yet again.
Serenity is never fleeting.

You took this path rather than conquering.

Sun rises strong and you keep it shining.
Clouds have gone away leaving light but not blinding.
Comfortable heat keeps all that’s green so sweet.
Spring soon will come as will a celebration.
Of your birth and all you have been aiding.
Upon this world that has and will always sing to you.
Giving us shelter as well as food.

A mirror of what could have been.

Vines thick and grass long.
Within it young and old can run.
Crying laughter as well as joy.
You made it possible for every girl and boy,
To feel wonder like you did in youth.
All generations feel no sorrow.
A better end we could not write.
So we thank you for being our shining light.

Beneath these masts of lightning blue we sat and wove these tales for you.
They started harsh but ended serene.
I know you enjoyed them for your eyes turned green.

Yet where has all your empathy gone?
Sold or cut it matters little for you have turned into a demon.
Crushed hope within your fist.
I still remember before your poison mist.
A boy so happy he made all who saw him smile.
Now all you bring is a death pile of rotting flesh.
It accompanies you as if its the best representation of how this world should be.
So sad to see how far you have fallen from your harmony.
That pain is all you believe deserved.
Its been eight years since I’ve heard the song of birds.
You turned extinction into an empire.
All for some jaded trinket you call desire.

Stories dead as are most who wove them for your wonder.
Lifeless shell of a once garden globe.
This will be all you are ever remembered for.

Dunes of decay.
They will never go away.
Trees so dead.
Green will never be seen again.
Wildlife is gone.
You butchered each and every one.
Hope has died.
My only wish is I hope you live long enough to regret this beast that you’ve become.

The once masts of lightning blue are now grey as are you.
While all these tales you loved are lost.
Having choked life without thought for cost.
Wandering this wasteland that once sang to you.
It is silent and so are you.
Alone without another soul.
In your eyes there is only regret that came too late.

Angels of the root.
Lives beneath a boot.
With fettered fall and a sinking gut.
Peace will drown in a glut.
For sense was sold to the lowest cur.
And so upon these waves we will be…

Torn asunder and cast aside.
Unto his bidding we divide.
Damaged by our always beauty.
Sacrificed and lacking duty.

Severed sections of a time undone.
After forgotten came the unchosen one.
Drifting on rivers turned to muck.
Breathe in once and then be ready to be…

Torn asunder and cast aside.
Unto his bidding we divide.
Damaged by our always beauty.
Sacrificed and lacking duty.

Prepare disease.
Brought to our knees.
Punishment is all that prospers.
Flame has died for our fractured…

Heart in the fire.
This blackened desire.
Has twisted us dry.
Our lives are a lie.
Perish and rot.
There’s no more lot.
We drew our straws then tried to subvert it.
Butchering nature and so we deserve it.

Torn asunder and cast aside.
Unto his bidding we divide.
Damaged by our always beauty.
Sacrificed and lacking duty.