Watcher from on high.
Peering down through this black sky.
Seeker of some truth.
Devoid of time or a segment called youth.
Study what lies below.
Upon these altars rot shall grow.
Sifted just like sand.
Heresy calls outsiders to wear a brand.
Of fallacy and erasure.
What lies here is that which made ya.
Subjugation of old may.
Spiralling out of the same faded day.

Wearer of obsidian robe.
Saunter down your forgotten road.
Parasite of sense.
Forever speaking in past tense.

Barbarian in roasting sand.
Upon new flesh will remain this brand.
Torturous and raw.
Betraying all those who were born poor.
With knives against a throat.
Upon this hatred they hope you choke.
For butchering a thrill.
By using a rusted hammer drill.
Of venomous retort.
Grinding fame until they wish to abort.
To free of all this mess.
Begging for end to this compacted stress.

Silhouette with no form.
Were you actually ever truly born?
Fraying all the ties.
All you have and speak are lies!

Watch the rise over that hill.
Light does effortlessly spill.
Illuminating all that it does touch.
Never does it feel too much.
For what this is is how its meant to be.
Mathematical formulas designed everything from creation to entropy!

Beauty in every moment.
Fascination in all you see.
Breathtaking and overwhelming.
Exactly how its supposed to be.

Dark hides so much with ease.
Inky black that leans on tease.
Concealing secrets of vast proportions.
With varying angels and contortions.
Not quite giving away true perspective.
As if darkness and night are being protective!

Beauty in every moment.
Fascination even in what you cannot see.
Breathtaking but overwhelming.
Exactly how its supposed to be.

And I wouldn’t trade it.
Even if it were not forbade.
For all I see is so intricate.
I just want to watch it in all ways.

Beauty in every moment.
Fascination through and through.
Breath-taking with overwhelming.
Exactly how its supposed to…

I don’t know where I’m going.
Hesitation high but I follow this course.
Curious to see where it leads.
Ignoring that it might be to remorse.

Not everything can be calculated.
Sometimes you just have to trust.

End goal but no steps set out.
Winding down this enormous road.
Peaks and valleys mirror events.
Eager to see exactly how this will go.

Progress made on journey and in character.
Evolving as my story continues.
Both hero and villain in my own show.

Far along and it feels like I’m winning.
Not a battle but in my overall life.
Mainly joy that keeps me singing.
Highs vastly outweigh the lows.

Not everything can be calculated.
Sometimes you just have to trust.
No guarantees but just keep going.
Believe and you’ll be alright.

Piecing together brings me joy.
Building up something that is more than a toy.
Display these items upon my shelf.
Keeps my mind busy and in good health.
Plus my hands get to retain their dexterity.
No reason to forego this return of a hobby.
And damn those who judge or deride.
They only do it due to losing their inner child.
Too focused on being an adult.
Where is the fun in that, I need to ask?
Have to enjoy your life and so do as you choose.
Living any other way means that you’ll always loose.
So assemble those studs using plate, brick and tile.
Construct whatever you feel from this pile.
Instructions or creations from your own mind.
Just ensure that you are always kind.
For patient like compassion are things of import.
Pointless to turn your world into a things that’s fraught.
For life can be hard enough on its own.
That’s why I say take these elements and make a world to call home.

Are these your beliefs or did you decide to fit?
Hoping to be incendiary just to get a hit.
Addicted to unity and so you change your views.
Twisted into conformity that you didn’t choose.

Can you join at this table?
Unable to walk away.
Liar that’s quite unstable.
Tied yourself to this fray!

Label all who do not bow as enemies of peace.
Its evident you wish to multiple disease.
Spreading hate about anyone that doesn’t belong.
For if they are not a member than they are wrong.

Can you join at this table?
Unable to walk away.
Liar that’s quite unstable.
Tied yourself to this fray!

Sever those and leave them to drift all alone.
Carve them up and sit them down as a pile of bone.
No remorse or care for damage that is caused.
For the only importance is your newly devoted cause.

Can you join at this table?
Unable to walk away.
Liar that’s quite unstable.
Tied yourself to this fray!

Across these shadows and down these halls,
Forever I see haunting with loud calls.
With a stain upon the ever throne.
Calling me back to where I don’t know.
But resist this urge I fight to do.
For in this darkness it intends to…

Part the waves.
Claim your kin.
Turn this sacrifice to sin.
Your are not safe.
You might still shake.
And when you do we’ll be…
Lying in wait.

Along these walls built from bone, ash and rock,
There stands one too many amongst the flock.
Is this an intruder or a trick of the mind?
Whichever it is I feel a splitting in time.
Fork with three choices to take.
Two are right and one will…

Part the waves.
Claim your kin.
Turn this sacrifice to sin.
Your are not safe.
You might still shake.
And when you do we’ll be…
Lying in wait.

What do I do?
Harrowing too.
I feel all the stress.
Starting to compress.

Or is this what they crave?
A crushing of brave.
Paralysis until I sink.
Hoping that I will then shrink.

I refuse.
I will not bow down.
I pick a route, soon escape the brown!
Sky turns from murk to blue.
Smile splits my face in two.
I chose right.
Those voices wither away.
I spit back at their failed depravity.

Align to disconnect.
Redesign then repent.
Form a structure with a beating heart.
Turn this putrid mess into art.

Siphon but do not prophet.
Upon these shoulder stand.
Welcome without agenda.
Lightless will be damned.

Quench without disaster.
Solder components faster.
Truth from that which did not split.
Upon this throne we all could sit.

Siphon but do not prophet.
Upon these shoulder stand.
Welcome without agenda.
Lightless will be damned.

But don’t think me a fool.
Time is short and boiling through.
Desolation is a state.
To us it can wait and wait.
We don’t want its key.
It leads to only misery!

Sever to extend the route.
Zero will not make us mute.
For these days are just a start.
We each shall do our necessary part.

Siphon but do not prophet.
Upon these shoulder stand.
Welcome without agenda.
Lightless,
Lightless will be damned.
But we shall remand.
Lending our hand.
For this is the way.
No more catastrophe.

Horizon dawns off the beaten trail.
Time is night but still we bail.
Seek out centres that just don’t match.
Its as if we’re heading for a fatal crash.
Where sense has been lobotomised.
Packed away and branded as lies.
What a state to be living in.
Far worse than any other thing.

Pictures faded just like our brains.
Would recall more if it had gone up in flames.
Still we deny that saboteurs are in our midst.
Be more coherent if we were pissed.
Instead we just play dumb every day.
Gets more boring in every way.
Extra signals that we’re going down.
Sinking to the bottom where we’ll drown.

Pathetic.
We create self inflicted anomalies.
Rejected.
Spiralling with falsified decrees.

Quashed our conviction under oppression.
Sold our souls for a fake non intention.
Are we kings?
No we are sheep.
Its why all we do is bleat, sleep and freak!

Zeroes print our much anticipated demise.
Don’t surprised when the air is filled with cries.
Stupidity reigned in this house of cards.
Now our society will be turned to shards.
With remnants all that might remain.
A reminder to those next that we were a strain.
Failed to act when we were more than pawns.
Continuing to fixate on ignoring ’til we became fertiliser for lawns.

I walk through these brambles along this path by a stream.
Sometimes I wonder if this is all but a vivid dream.
For I smell the air but I cannot taste it.
Is that a sign or am I now complacent?
Not a clue but maybe I might find out.
Alternative is I’ll still be in doubt.
With hedgerows and trees with hanging fronds.
Are these suggestions to my life being in bonds?

No, they’re not.
This is thinking too deeply.
You’ll be sliding down your mind steeply.
Thinking this is all some grand orchestration.
Reality is…
Life equals random.
There’s no design!

So stop overthinking.
No need to decree that you are sinking.
Couldn’t be further from the truth.
Believe, rather than keep demanding proof.

Not a pawn.
Nor a patsy.
You, like me, desire incarnate.

Won’t fall from grace.
Stronger in the face…
Of what others fear and wish to flee from.
Meanwhile, I are viper strong!

Triumph.
Testify.
Drawn out.
What a lie.
Wrap heresy in salt then add intent.
Time to bring down those pretending not to be morally spent!

Turn the key and release the lock.
Time will not now or ever stop.
Destiny will come whether you delay or not.
Listen for this final shot.

Weave a tale but don’t neglect,
That which will restart this test.
For he who is not you might be me.
Too much inventing for us to see.

Pass the buck but don’t get caught.
For too long these teaching we did abort.
Find a reason to ignore this is where they stand.
Uninvent that which could’ve been grand.

Stylistic over contemporary.
Substance sown until its empty.
With a wrap on the walls that makes you leap.
Whispers of how you are a freak.

Take this path but don’t quite pause.
Slow your pace but remember our cause.
With pitchforks high and torches lit.
These four walls allow for a prison hit.
With boxed up hopes and squandered dreams.
Cut away to explore all the seams.
Moments passed in sick decay.
Upon minds these torments flay!

Bolt the door to get out now.
Otherwise you’ll lose to a howl.
Breaking, bending mind will turn to dust.
Caved in with a solid bronze bust.