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.

Howl from the deep.
All tremble like sheep.
What are these calls?
Ringing from within the vast lost halls.

Wind down these corridors filled with naught but webs.
Creepy crawlies skitter across every surface.
I know this place by reputation and that it was stained by death.
What I do not know is if ghouls will haunt my head.
But still I risk madness!

Creaks and groans call out from somewhere close by.
Are they manifestations or real, I can’t decide.
Either way I push forward further into these depths.
Banishing not so successfully the thoughts inside my head.
Will this be my tomb!

Seeing a light ahead I feel my chest tighten as I breathe.
Dancing with a gentle motion I approach real slow.
Heartbeat in my ears I fear every soundscape flow.
But when I reach the candle light there is nothing to fear.
Instead a wolf pup sits shivering until I draw near.
These moans were not some spectre returning to curse the living.
They were from this young one lost and seeking something.
Where its mother could have been I simply do not know.
But when I knelt beside the pup it leapt to me with a welcome crow.
From then on I had a friend always by my side.
Stark was and always has been a companion for life.
And those once feared halls now have been redeemed.
Proof that the past does not decide what’s yet to be.

Art at your fingertips sounds so cool.
Until you realise its just a tool.
For there is no finesse or artistry in entering random words and themes.
Everyone can do it but that misses the point.
Cause if all partake then individuality is aborted.
It becomes lines on a screen.
Deletes all of the meaning.
Could mean everything or nothing at all.
You can’t ask the creator cause they’re a tool.
Software written to make a buck.
People who see all others as shmucks.
In truth for many its a scam way to get rich.
Not a product to evolve and compliment.
If these words hurt then you are part of the disease.
Don’t want to work and improve until it comes with relative ease.
No, you just want to brag about what you didn’t do.
Take credit for stolen property that’s been remixed by you.
Yes that is what it truly is.
Theft of someone else’s talent.

Piece by piece I was put together.
Made from parts that were just left over.
Not my choice to be this way.
Its why some consider me a monster when they see me.
But does your appearance define who you are?
No! Its simply your outer shell configuration.

Polished to a shine I thought could not be.
My parts are superior than what I wished to see.
For so long I accepted I was ugly.
Truth of the matter is I needed some visual therapy.
Still does this appearance define who I am?
No! Its simply my outer shell configuration.

Sandblasted until I am all smooth.
Now everyone wants to be part of my groove.
Cheering my name as I walk by.
Waving oh so vigorously as if I am a deity from the sky.
Yet does my appearance define all I am?
No! But now its a true representation of what I’ve always been.