Friction To Function

Is this the end of the line?
Starting to think it might be mine.
Sad to say that I’m feeling distant.
Too much loss is leaving me inconsistent.
Despise seeing good people torn down.
It makes me sick.
I hate it so.
Please not another gut punch though.
They don’t deserve to have their lives cleaved in two.

Polarised until I question my wishes.
Eroded faith has left me weakened.
Renegade that does not belong.
God I wish my cynicism was wrong.
But all I see is mounting greed.
For these workers my heart does bleed.
End these torments upon nice souls.
Sever obsession from life goals.
Otherwise creativity will become a thing of our past.

Living through conflict after disaster.
Yes it makes you age so much faster.
Times been dragging as if its slowed.
Don’t repeat these mistakes as if they’re code.
Times can change if you go with the flow.
Don’t make everything about you.
I’m too tired to resist all this agony.
I want people to be able to live without tragedy.
Such a pity some feel a need to dream up friction to function.

C.E.No.

Enveloped in your contamination suit.
You think contagion won’t be touching you.
With your gas mask smile hiding true intent.
Lets talk about how you released this devastation.
Yet you remain safe and sound.
Sick of this soulless corporate abomination.

Cheap words put on show for all to see.
A facade you use to try and fool everybody.
But we’re all bored of these same rotations.
Like clockwork you repeat the same old quotations.
Makes me want to spew bile until I can’t stand up.
All I want you to do is fuck off and get out!

Everything you touch turns to debris.
It is clear and plain as day to see.
Greed is your compass and all that guides you.
Sadistic prick with only monetary obsession in mind.
Coward to your very rotten and stinking core.
Never satisfied, all you want is more.

Splashing cash while carving lives.
Again my vitriol is on a steep rise.
Get out of the limelight or choke on clean air.
You have brought too much despair.
A legacy that will be nothing but blemishes and stains.
Clearly you lack empathy as well as brains.

Fake Rotten Saviour

You call me the anti-Christ miracle.
I label you stupid, unoriginal.
Ramble on cause you have no tact.
Just a fascist who pretends lies are facts.
Firing insults like a child.
Your vocabulary so stunted that its wild.
Have no clue how to be decent.
All you care about is gaining power absolute.

Can’t hold a book like a normal person.
Clear you never do rehearsing.
All off the cuff and it shows your mental.
Old misogynist with an IQ in the gutter.
Brain so empty and yet full of clutter.
Doesn’t feel so good when others fling mud too.
Well get used to it you utter buffoon.
Cause clearly you are way past being a simple loon.

I know you believe your own cavernous hype.
A soul filled with nothing but spite.
Trying to bully everyone you can into submission.
Only time you can make a not stolen decision.
Weak and feeble yet acting tough.
Your failures should leave you feeling rough.
Bankrupt at least half a dozen times.
Even been found guilty of committing crimes.

Narcissist who believes in fairytales.
Pompous and without an ounce of humour.
All you speak are false rumour.
Yet I’m the demon who threatens your story.
A villain that needs to fall to your glory.
Delusional as well as cruel.
Enjoy your demise as you fall, fool.
You’re no Jesus Christ, you megalomaniac!

Wrapped in cloth dyed red, white and blue.
They’ve started to bleed because of you.
Decency wiped away by your infestation.
Only time you show some dedication.
Poisoning the well like a true autocrat.
Elderly entity who still acts like a brat.
Wanting me to be a sacrifice to your new world disorder.
You’re the one who dodged the draft order.

Spitting hate wherever you set foot.
About as Christian as any other crook.
Incoherent in your structure.
Wanting to go back to scripture.
But one key difference would be made.
You are to be he who is always obeyed.
Preying instead of praying.
Comparable to a snake oil salesman.

Imp

Sick of the conflict that rages for no reason.
Bound by nylon for not committing treason.
Obsessions rule in this house of Belial.
Force fed another concoction from a vial.
Breed domestication in hearts and souls.
Wipe away individuality from each persons control.
Make husks to use as pawns in a game unending.
Here there is no such thing as mending.
For bridges burnt mean a call to arms.
Pinned to walls by nails through ankles and palms!

Patriotism is conformity by another name.
Upon flesh they will press a roaring flame.
Dowsing innocents and adding conflagration.
Cannot ignore all their cries for salvation.
Offered bile in place of food and shelter.
One wrong move and punishment will be melt her.
Under stars made by hands of enslaved misery.
Wreck peace with but a single word of contemptuous heresy.
Eyes rendered blind by star’s light.
Wanted weak so you are easier to control with fright!

Tyranny rebranded as safety and security.
Organisation made to crush any positivity.
Servitude is all that they want us to breathe.
Forever stay on your knees and grieve.
Pulverised until will has been eroded like stone.
This galaxy is lost and might never be our promised home.
Written in blood are these travesties like treaties.
Made to swallow them down as if they are sweeties.
Hope dashed against jagged rocks of betrayal.
Feel the sting of daring to think it might change from a barbed flail!

Patronising propaganda slapped across walls.
Its like this institutions thinks we are fools.
But revolution is well on its way.
See how many will join this fray.
Spreading like an anti-virus to some disease.
Don’t think you’ll be offered remorse for your pleas.
Destruction is what was wrought and it will be wrung.
Billions of hands will simultaneously embark on choking.
Smashing barbarity where it was once installed.
Our universe will no longer be subjugated and ruled!

Second Abomination Title

Slide these tiles until they fit.
To call down from the heavens a solution.
Paralysed with open staring eyes.
Bring victims up alongside.
As druids dance under a pale blue moon.
Selection cannot come from a tomb.
Rocks are totems meant to convey.
Divide will conquer in this deformed way.
Like zeroes and ones sketching a future.
Soon I know that I will point blank shoot her.
Now that pacts have been made and signed in blood.
All prosperity given will be transitioned to no good.

Open eyes and call for peace.
Dwelling here won’t bring release.
Two faced son has been born again.
Paper engraved by a finesse lacking pen.

Carved under shot expelled by high tide.
Uniformity is but a divisive lie.
For siblings will war until lava kills all.
Mark out these forms and you will see shape.
Under these linens lurks that which is branded mistake.
Of opulence with seldom but entropy in skin.
Recounting steps has no actual ending.
So cast nets wide as you pray for fortune.
Head in the sand as a crippled law man.
Weak from these roads travelled too hard.
Awoken by devastation of shrapnel in heart.
Bleed out is a read out meant to impart.

Times Don’t Have To Change

Remember the times when we slept all day.
How we watched the rain down at that bay.
Swimming in stars, our eyes filled with wonder.
Couldn’t care less about some simple blunder.
What happened to those times?
Did we grow or has life gone wild?
I cannot say but I want to go back.

These days I barely sleep when I choose.
Instead I follow a regime or lose.
Regimented my life down to a tee.
Yet still recall when we skipped out on everybody.
Forged our path how we chose.
Like when we lost our real expensive clothes.
It was skinny dipping down by the cove.

So lets take a ride one more time while we can.
Life doesn’t have to be something boring.
We’re still young and can be a little reckless.
You want proof then here is a diamond necklace.
Don’t say a word other than yes.
No this is not some kind of test.
Lets have fun and fuck all the rest.

A new year so lets take a chance yet again.
I see in your eyes you don’t have to pretend.
We’re both as pumped as one another.
Lets make this pact and swear to each other.
That we go crazy when we need it most.
Grab a bull by the horns and won’t let go.
Enjoy this ride side by side.

Fracture

Patchwork heart grafted to skin.
No vault worth living within.
Confessions are sentences when martyrs take seat.
Divine intervention was elected to beat…

Prophets wrapped in paper.
Apologies are a failure.
With knives to our skin.
Jokes are a sin.
So fetch this water before idols start to turn.
For once motions are set there is no aborting.

Punctured lung with a nail.
Body is what has turned frail.
Yet minds are less resilient all round.
Now that devils sit where angels once dwell.

Prophets wrapped in paper.
Apologies are a failure.
With knives to our skin.
Jokes are a sin.
So fetch this water before idols start to turn.
For once motions are set there is no aborting.

Carve and behold all that you grasp.
Eruption will tear out the rest.
Ash chokes your throat as smoke burns your eyes.
This cancerous feeling is what claims every prize.
Stripping you down to your essence.
Feeling for more questions.
While answers keep to silence.
Birthing an army of misguidance.
Flood and fall!

Prophets wrapped in paper.
Apologies are a failure.
With knives to our skin.
Jokes are a sin.
So fetch this water before idols start to turn.
For once motions are set there is no aborting.

Bile In Skin

You wanted war from a hamlet in the next county over.
But when it came to joining you were unable.
Mouthy only when there were no stakes.
You are first and foremost amongst fakes.

Petitioned for expulsion of all those not native.
That was until you realised you’re a foreign creative.
Never heard an opinion swing so quick and severe.
Surprised your head is still attached, dear.

Vacated your home for a whole new den of rich thieves.
Throwing in with them was something of ease.
But you were and continue not to be.
For you are a fraud pretending you’re aristocracy.

What was your name again?
Barry, Brad, Brandon or…
I thought it began with a B.
No, maybe it was Lisa, Laura…
Should’ve started with C.
I remember now, it was Rich, Ralph, Roger…
Oh who really cares.

Isobel

I remember when you flew too close to the sun.
That flash lit up our entire horizon.
From East to West there were obituary’s written.
Passing traders spoke of the tragedy that was your immolation.

As years passed an edifice to you was erected.
No name carved which left many conflicted.
For you had been our most favourite daughter.
Brave and fierce you faced what became your slaughter.

Decades now and your grave is swamped.
Swallowed up by natures ever reaching fist.
Your tale sadly has been reduced to myth.
But I recall every detail with crystal clarity.

Fifty years since that fateful day.
Now I am old, unsteady and white not grey.
Your monolith has sunk into the marsh.
I am the last to recite a story now perceived as farce.

Ninety two and on my final wheezes.
Finally your name has seen increases.
Temple erected around your ‘final’ resting place.
A smile that brings to my now resting face.

Raise All, Not Just Those At The Summit

Freedom is only free for those on the ladder.
If you’ve fallen off then you’re treated like a leper.
Seen as lazy with no prospects or use.
A drain on society that should be removed.
Yet what does that mean if you dug into it?
You’re talking about euthanasia, you heartless creeps!

Sick psychopaths, you’ve lost all your empathy.
These are people just like thee and me.
Down on their luck or screwed over countless times.
They deserve life just like you and I!

Prosperity is cheap if you have the money to buy.
Alas not everyone can be that kind of guy.
Though still you pass judgement about who they might be.
Well I’ll tell you now they are better than you any day.
For they have heart, soul and compassion.
You meanwhile only care about your bank balance and a latest fashion.

Sick psychopaths, you’ve lost all your empathy.
These are people just like thee and me.
Down on their luck or screwed over countless times.
They deserve life just like you believe you have a right to whine!

Halt your vicious tongue.
For you are not immune.
One false move and that could be you.
Yes homeless and hungry being viewed as a scourge.
When truth be told they only need a helping hand.
So rather than doll out disgust show some humanity.
Rising tides lift all vessels as they’re treated equally!