Beauty found in effortless flow.

Watching the world go by without a single care.
Calm can be better than rushing here or there.
These quiet moments help refill our tank.
So it is best to remember that life isn’t always meant to be planned out.
Lie back, chill and enjoy the view.
Drink in bird song for even a few.
You’ll feel your pulse slow and mouth form to a smile.
Better to be happy then on a endless rollercoaster ride.
Going up and down but never getting to stop.
For the constant motion will make you nauseous.
Erode away at your truest self.
Rather be slow than burned out with shot health.

So, be kind, be true but never change unless it’s for you.

Destiny has been cut short.
Too often suits are ready to abort.
If money doesn’t flow they act on poor instinct.
Gun in hand with no thought of consequence.
Another greed fuelled rager running through the night.
Belly filled with confidence but plenty more spite.
Yet nothing can take back damage that’s been done.
Destroyed what you did not create in one.
Hope you’ll be happy to have that badge of dishonour.
If karma exists then you’re legacy won’t for much longer.
Cast to curb like the lives of others you used to get your fortune.
But when power is lost you’ll still be a bitter unlikeable nothing.
So busy enriching yourself you forgot how to be human.
Loser in the eyes of millions of souls.
Enjoy your history of burned dreams that you buried before they had a chance to evolve.
What an empty husk of a form.
Tragic that you ever held a position.
Hope you’re happy with the damage you’ve done.
Still better times will fill us all.
You might have killed a juggernaut but you can’t prevent us from continuing to recall…
All those memories we shared.
Times of joy and sometimes despair.
Fighting to make worlds a better place.
We’ll never forget how it felt to be in this space.

Looking down at this mess I’ve made.
As time continues to elapse.
Wondering how I can fix this disaster.
Aware that there is no reset.
My hands growing heavy from the weight.
Wishing life had an undo function.
Scared that everything will now fall flat.
Panic sets in to tighten my chest.
No exit strategy from the tatters that I have left.

Head spinning as my brain attempts to whir.
Vision narrows into tight cones of blur.
What are my options?
I do not know.
Possibilities are spent and I have no chances at my disposal.

Staring up hoping something will click.
All I get is a visit from blank silence.
Terror is now in full swing.
Barely breathe whether sitting or standing.
Ghosts of past mistakes rear their heads.
Reminders continue their constant flow.
Misery has become my sole bedfellow.
Taunting with its wicked tongue.
Truth is I am the one who is recalling all that I’ve done wrong.

Poisoned my well.
Withdraw into my shell.
Accept whatever fate decides is next.
No evading this catastrophe I have laid!

Days pass into weeks then months.
Avenues are lost but nothing is apocalyptic.
Life goes on regardless of what came before.
There is damage but no end to all.
Still I wait for an inevitable crunch.
Is this an outcome or am I punishing myself?
Hard to say but I believe I’m beginning to know.
This was never finality’s kiss goodbye.
I have to work through my guilt no matter this agony.

Battle lines are drawn in sands stained red.
History repeats as tranquillity is again shed.
Bodies litter impact craters in part or whole.
Every action is another shot at gaining control.
Fuelling division while stealing from the source.
Does it sound like a scream declaring society has run its course?
This uncivilisation pretending that it is somehow higher.
When reality proves such notions are liars.

Marrying of faith with national governance.
Would call it a nightmare if it wasn’t current.
Legalised abduction funded by elected officials.
Dragging off those who voted in a once democracy.
Twisting freedom into only those deemed worthy.
Can you still swear this future has promise to show?
Seems more likely a species stuck in a destructive flow.
Might be best if we crash prematurely.

Mouthful of derision.
Head on collision.
Spitting distance of finality.
Contempt and hatred twinned effortlessly.
With seldom any pause for thought.
Steal what you want.
Kill for sport.

Destabilisation is the key to this game.
Tip the scales and watch it capsize in our name.

Wars are multiplying every god damned day.
Only thing to believe in is our own stupidity.
With faith serving as nothing but fuel for the fire.
Rebranded fascism to serve as a united empire.

Self aware of their own addiction.
Wise enough to warn others of such an affliction.
Yet their bearing was already set.
Tragic finality to a life so delicate.
Sheltering hurt beneath bravado.
No matter where they went pain would always follow.
Like a shadow they were joined for good.
Best description is they were a life misunderstood.

Fame only amplified their damaged whole.
Pain that poured out of their very darkened soul.
And needles only numbed the pain.
Couldn’t fix what was in their brain.
A reflection that they hated so.
Helping hands could never ease what they did not know.
For walls were up and defences raised.
When news broke of these events half a world was dazed.

Another gift departed prematurely.
Personal demons raged until intrusion won that war.
Remorse continues to circle their name.
But they live on in hearts and minds.
Still helping people from the other side.
Guiding hand that’s saved many on their own blind ride.
Yet none of that rights losses felt.
No life should have to suffer such a deluge of damage dealt.

Paradise for the red, white and blue.
Regardless of country that won’t be you.
These are statements spouted by fools.
All vying for control with ever changing views.

Flavour of the month is all they abide.
Only commitment they have is to their own pride.
For command is a peak which they wish to conquer.
Doesn’t matter to them if they are bonkers.

Offer your hand if you want it to be bitten.
Nothing will be sacred to be overwritten.
Pensions, rights, rule of law.
All up for grabs if there’s more money to draw.

Fame is a disease that rots what it touches.
And those seeking the light most wish it were in their clutches.
Will do anything if they can have a moment in the sun.
Then will kill for more time when there’s done.

Do these sound like people who should be given a chance?
You tell me because I have my personal stance.

Hell is a community fashioned by many.
It’s called letting stupid run independently.
Do as they wish with no limits or review.
Just don’t be surprised when they take aim at you.

Civilian or not, all are fair fucking game.
Psychopaths have zero ounces of shame.
Guaranteed seat at the table is all that they crave.
Get in the way and you’ll be laid to rest in a shallow mass grave.

Attempts to slide pieces into place.
But they won’t fit with all this disgrace.
As the same old stories get written again.
It’s clear these moments are pointless pretend.
Where ashes turn flowers to a muddy grey.
Sitting above disorder while feeding decay.
And so we watch the sun fade to an ebony hue.
This is a termination point that no one wanted to view.
Yet viral contagion continues to scream.
Expelling corruption into our dominion.
Making paper crowns wither and die.
Fall of Babylon means nothing to us now.

Forged policy that only had one outcome.
Weak link that will always choke on disunion.
Foraging in realms swallowed by an abyss.
Dosing until there is seldom much but this…
‘Roid junkie sitting in a broken cell.
Everything they touch turns to hell.
Plummets from its place right to the floor.
Little left around for anyone to adore.
And yet we are all guilty in this collapsing gilded cage.
No hope to turn when there isn’t another page.
A tome that’s turned into our mass grave.
Headstone to mark how soon we’ll fade.

Verification to prove you are real.
Humanity is something machines are trying to steal.
Imitation is not always the sincerest form of flattery.
At times it can be a performance to trick an organic majority.
Reforge this world in the image of twisted projections.
Burning off that which serves as protections.
Transitioning from genuine contact to rehearsed correspondence.
Beginning of finalities collision course.

Approximation of what a person should be.
Copying speech patterns while selling dreams for a fee.
What once was free now has a value for trade.
Lines of code that has no use for money determined to be paid.

Creation has been converted to ones and zeroes.
In this new age there are no gifted heroes.
Just a cheap facsimile of what once was true.
Talents cast to the masses from the able few.

Growth and effort have been replaced by theft.
Boiling down individuality until there is nothing left.
Just another cookie cutter copy to fill a position.
Sick of witnessing this artificial ambition.

Ground out and worn down.
Circuits and wires adorned with a crown.
New world order of endless decay.
Conform to this brainwashing or be cast away.
Being alive is a detrimental capacity!

Reforged this world in the image of twisted projections.
Burned off that which served as protections.
Transitioned out of genuine contact and into rehearsed correspondence.
Termination from finalities collision course.

Men have tried to break you.
Grab a hold and shake ’til you can’t stand up.
Cause they’re all bullies in a light show.
Trying to pretend that they’re tough.

And so you aim.
Once you’ve taken in the view.
Grit your teeth.
Then make them all go away with a single clean shot.
Run and hide like rats flee a sinking ship.
All that bravado has gone to shit.

These fools have tried to taunt you.
But they all get a cold hard stare that chills their bones.
Take a swig for Dutch courage.
Only to remember that they can’t go alone.

And so you aim.
Once you’ve taken in the view.
Grit your teeth.
Then make them all go away with a too wide smile.
Run and hide like locusts meeting pesticide.
All that arrogance can’t save them tonight.

Men have tried to break you.
Many have tried to berate you.
Men have tried and failed to shatter your dreams.
So now they cower when they hear others screams!

Men have…
Learned to stay away.
Men have…
Stopped their stupidity.
Men have…
Stepped back from thinking they know best.
But if another makes an attempt he’ll be bodied next.

Spinning too many plates in the air.
Patience turning to just don’t care.
A need to release from this stress.
Relief would make a real difference.

Unburden your soul.
Before you lose all control.
Descend into a darkened abyss.
Feel permanently pissed.
Ready to take off limbs.
A creature past helping.

These trying times aren’t guaranteed.
Changes can relieve pain inflamed.
Face these demons and kill their hold.
Preventive measures can stop your heart going cold.

Unburden your mind.
Do not keep yourself confined.
Trapped burrowing in the muck.
Believing no one gives a fuck.
As if martyrdom is the only answer.
Step back and view your bigger picture.

Pause.
Rest.
Review.
Consider.
Alter trajectory.
Change tact if you need to.
It’s not defeat, it’s guarding your peace.
Everyone needs to be without relentless conflict.
For continuous battles only weaken your mind, body and soul.
Go too long and you’ll only wind up being a shell!

Unburden your future.
Don’t rely on more sutures.
Wounds don’t heal without rest.
Change is sometimes what is best.
Pick how you want your time to go.
Then sever what refuses to let you.

Your life, your rules.
Set them and protect your peace.
Don’t give up on your dreams.