Ivory Tower

Cast out and neglected.
Feeling so frustrated.
Its why solitude has become the aim.
Forever sick and tired of someone else’s game.

Ivory tower.
Source of new power.
Lock the door and toss out the key.
Rebuild a life.
Don’t surrender.
Otherwise your progress will go in a blender!

Bullied relentlessly day and night.
Bruises that you can’t hide in poor light.
For villains await in the wings.
You are the prey that they wish to be toying.

Ivory tower.
Source of new power.
Lock the door and toss out the key.
Rebuild a life.
Don’t surrender.
Otherwise your progress will go in a blender!

But if retreat too many times…
You will go wild in their eyes.
Become just as jaded as them.
Ivory tower will unbalance you dear friend.
Its a refuge not a keep.
Spend too long their and you will go freak.
Transform from victim into monster.
I see in your eyes you fear that!

Break from these chains.
Bare witness to all.
You did not falter, crumble or fall.
Heeded these words and have become so much more.
Now these bullies realise it is them who are small.
For they are forgotten and hide in the night.
You defeated them without ever starting a fight.
Rose above and formed your own peace.
Smile and rejoice for you are whole and not just a piece!

Scenery Of A Jaded Curve

Step to the beat, don’t call quits.
Hear these sounds calling.
Prophetic taunts soaked in humour.
This bells rings at the wrong time.
As gums do flap upon the hill.
Mark my words, no more standing still.

What are these days ahead?
Lifted from another’s bed.
Parallel to where ai stood before.
All I smell is blood from my skin that’s raw.

March with drum, join in the cry.
Forever a victim at a graveside.
Singled out for how I stood alone.
Baying for mercy with a head full of stone.
Counting my marbles one by one.
Soon I could be down to having none.

Segmented, I am feeling weak.
Tomorrow is where I want no repeat.
For circles are all I ever seem to tread.
This skin is what I most need to shed.

Patterns in porous rock.
Deafened by the chiming clock.
Carved without a sense of self.
Divided I wonder whether I will melt.
Join a frayed forever strand.
Right my ship or descend down this eroded land.
Swallow up all that could once have been planned!

Around The Bend

Slip a blade in the skin.
Do it all again.
Subject of a modern age.
Their is no peace, only pain.
Torture runs through day and night.
Accept surrender or never see daylight.

Sounds like an Orwellian future.
But do you think it cannot be?
Be honest with your answer.
Or simply turn and pretend that it is not about to be.

Run your tongue on the tip.
Be careful you do not slip.
Find yourself dead and gone.
Having fallen out with someone.
For accidents can happen to you.
Security is but a myth to the dumbest few.

Sounds like an Orwellian future.
But do you think it cannot be?
Be honest with your answer.
Or simply turn and pretend that it is not something you might see.

Defenestration.
Assassination.
Re-education.
Indoctrination.
All these words and so many more.
One false move and you’ll be administered out the door.
An existence erased.
Execution and a shallow unmarked grave.

Sounds like an Orwellian future.
But do you think it cannot be?
Be honest with your final answer.
Or simply turn and pretend that it is not what happened to me!

The signs were there, you ignored.
Implicated, involved.
Now you will be hunted, live life on the run.
Loner pursued by a dystopian system!

Dive, For We Shall Win

Shot like a bullet right out of a gun.
Descending down to stem the run.
No more tyranny will we let multiply.
Liberation through a crosshair over my eye!

Defenders of our society.
We are strong.
We will forever be.

Those who stand in the face of our foes.
Helldivers, our names and we won’t fold.

Armed to the teeth we fight tooth and nail.
Bugs and bots will never prevail.
Truth is our flag and we fly it high.
Never will Super Earth be conquered or die!

Defenders of our society.
We are strong.
We will forever be.

Those who stand in the face of our foes.
Helldivers, our names and we won’t fold.

Patrons of managed democracy.
Instilled in us an unwavering duty.
Religion is naught in the face of our home.
Forever and ever humanity will be sat on this self carved throne!

Never back down.
Never surrender.
Keep Super Earth safe.
Dive into danger.
Show this scum who we are.
With bullets, rockets and lasers too.
Our arsenal will eviscerate you!

Why Its Called The Present

One more time around the sun.
Look to the sky and wish for something.
Days are getting shorter all the time.
Before long you’ll be doing nothing.

Enjoy it while you can.
No need to over plan.
Be in the moment.
Live for the day.
The presents a gift.
Live it freely.

Watching storms from a hill.
Lashing rain does soothe and thrill.
Bask in the glow thats is all around.
Don’t shun away thinking you’re not allowed.

Enjoy it while you can.
No need to over plan.
Be in the moment.
Live for the day.
The presents a gift.
Live it freely.

Services Repaid

You sunk to a whole new low.
Its why they wanted you to go.
For all you did was dance like a headless doll.
Always embodying being a full blown troll.
Using words against your friends.
Made them want it all to end.
As sweetness was never in your line of sight.
You were more enthralled by putting out innocent with fright.
Malice birthed without a pause.
Your heart filled with countless flaws.
Voices that pushed you to misdeeds.
Didn’t care who or what may soon bleed.
As long as it was not going to be you.
Then you wouldn’t bat an eye over how many might die in proximity too.
What sort of soul would think that fine?
Only an entity consumed by crime.
Villain in clothes made from suffering.
Believe they found out every single thing,
That you did to build your brand.
The one that like you now is out in the sand.
Sinking faster than you can lie.
Begging is not something your once neighbours will hear again in time.
For you are banished, expelled, cast out.
And on those lonely plains you will feel doubt.
A sort of dread that leaves you punished.
Call it retribution for all your vile hated fuelled moments.

Segment Gone

First of all I want to wish every a Happy New Year! Welcome to 2025 and in advance I wish you all the best for the coming year. While I have your attention I’d also like to say thank you for any interest you have shown this little corner of the internet. Whether that be views, likes or comments. Its hugely appreciated. Anyway, enough yapping from me. This is a very short one, but it felt wrong for it to be any longer than it is.

The moment of impact shattered all we ever loved.
Leaving us to wander like pups in a whiteout.
Nothing ever fills these voids left inside our hearts.
Its why forever and even after we continue to drift.

Paths That Leach

Treading over sodden ground.
That which is born does not always stand proud.
For these times are hard and continue to claim,
So many souls that only wish to live now.
Its why we’re clambering for moments of peace.
Deafening viciousness is not what we want on repeat.
Its claims our chances at joy and ecstasy.
Boxes us into a void of shrinking under misery.
With filters to stop us getting truth.
Might as well be locked in a booth.
Senses dulled and delusions fuelled.
Starting to make us twitch like drug mules.
Trembling in the light of a new day.
Each one we fear what might come out to play.
Narcissist or psychopath.
These options feel like an insurmountable task.
Similar to picking between death and pain.
All they really do is drain,
Life from any wish to continue.
Sever this hose before we’re too withered.
Not stuck in some soul sapping mental blizzard.

Notes In Counterflow

Slot all the pieces that lie at your feet.
Find those that comfortably fit.
Write these messages back to your past.
Sign them as proof of whatever was the task.

Sometimes its easier to walk away.
Instead of fight against a tidal wave.
Dosing on chemicals to get you through.
Another tab gone as its ingested by you.
Start at the end when the beginnings too hard.
Pull out a good suit from your stack of cards.
Sooner or later your luck will shine bright.
It’ll burn stronger than the sun when it turns day from night.

May sound random and maybe it is true.
Yet these are the moments where you should continue.
For life can be strange or even tragic.
But in the end it can also be magic.
Give you a stage upon which you can thrive.
Rather than battle to barely survive.
And isn’t prosperity what we all wish to see?
Well I know that it is definitely for me.
So reach out your arm and grasp with your hand.
Make these decisions even if they seem far too grand.

We’re All Helixed

Thirty four and I’m so fucking tired,
Of all the pain and hate we spark alive.
What’s the point in kill, invade, repeat?
If all it births is more of that obsolete…
Way of thinking that changes zero.
Cause right here there is no hero.
Only murderers claiming they have a plan.
Sounds more like a deranged kind of man.
Bent on power, hooked on war.
None of that should exist anymore.
Alas it does as we refuse to learn.
Destroy beauty as if we think it’ll earn…
Us a place on some sort of celestial podium.
Check your head as I think it might be broken.
Yet it will grant only another burial.
A casket to be lowered into the floor.
Whether its by hand or shot out of something more.
Either way you’ll join the ranks of being nothing other than dregs.
A monster to the masses who survive.
One who ruined countless lives.
If you were one and not a race it wouldn’t matter to this space.
But truth be told we are all the same.
Mankind is a self-destructive flame.
Engulfs the fuel and then itself.
Doesn’t try to preserve for health.
While some say locusts it clearly isn’t true.
For such insects don’t murder their own too.
Its why I watch, weary and sick of it all.
These acts belong in history and fictions tales.
What a paradise we would then have.
If only we could accept each individuals path.