Darkened Mirror

Staring into the abyss.
What glares back is way beyond pissed.
Locked away and left to rot.
Void is not it’s natural habitat.
And no being wishes to be confined.
It’s teeth gnash as it threatens to tear flesh from rind.
As black slits peer with unblinking violence.
It’s words form to amplify deafening silence.

Martyrdom is a price to pay.
Being of regret will take hope anyway.
For choice has become but a distant memory.
Entity licks its pointed teeth expectantly.
Joy fills it with a twisted form of pleasure.
Never again will it’s prey feel any sort of leisure.
Marked for demise by a toothy grin.
Be aware that finality will be far beyond grim.

Pulverised by claws that cleave.
This darkness cackles at a request for reprieve.
Because what was promised has been paid in vicious execution.
If peace was wanted then never bargain with oblivion.
That is the story which must be learned.
Even if survival can never be earned.
So accept fate as brutality delivers its knock,
Against the fragility of this foolish skull with a sharp pointed rock.

Flashes of precognition meant to serve as a warning.
To ignore it is a sealed dawning…
Of an age built for never ending kill.
Prosperity is it’s lie and its hunger cannot be filled.
And so if you bargain with an entity of war,
Be prepared for it to gorge on more.
Spitting hatred into the ether to eviscerate peace.
It’s entire existence grows exponentially now it has been released!

Surefire

Spinning round like a top.
This cycle doesn’t ever stop.
Bored with how it is constant.
It’s all become boring content.
Deja vu round each ‘new’ turn.
No matter the day a lesson is not learned.

Will stock even be taken?
If I had faith it would be shaken.
Instead I grit my teeth and bow my head.
Eyes roll at this repetition being retread.
A symptom of a much greater disease.
One that continues collective unease.

Same old story from start to retry.
Goal never changes and nor does this lie.
Improvement that doesn’t see the light of day.
Choking on strands that could have paved a way.
Progression rather than regression.
Before long there will be only a jet black depression.

Commitment is not a simple thing.
Do it or admit to wanting to give in.
Either way a decision must be made.
Failure will result in all debts being paid.
Regardless of how your life will bleed.
Everyone will come to extol what they are owed.

Taste condemnation from each tongue.
Knocked down to the bottom rung.
Chances squandered as everyone foresaw.
Buried head in sand concluding life’s a chore.
With no regard to what was bound to follow.
Remainder of your life will be completely hollow.

Drowning with a safety net.
Damage incoming that you cannot deflect.
How long before the noose is pulled?
Then your lifestyle will be culled.
Choice stripped right from your grasp.
That is when realisation will strike you with a gasp.

Stress will toll louder than any bell.
Daily reminder of how far you’ll have fell.
One of you screams thar never leave you alone.
Stripped of cars, future and shared home.
Sinking deeper into this shit heap of failed opportunity.
Good luck from us now you’ve carved this surefire misery.

Differing Trajectories

Where are you now?
In this state of being.
Does it seem loud?
Or is it what I’m imagining.
For it’s been so long.
Yet I still don’t recall exactly how much time has passed.
And so I open my arms for you to join.

No hard feelings,
Life takes us where it does.
Times are changing.
Sometimes for better but others not so much.
Either way,
We all have to do what’s best.
A moment of choice.
These decisions are rarely perfect.
Some will prosper,
And others fail.
No matter what we need to carry on our way.

To pay down and accept defeat is to a decision we should ever bleat.
For this life will throw curve balls our way.
Yet we can climb above and be who we wish to be.
With a few more scars and grey hairs to boot.
Still our end goal is not quite so far removed.

Build our bridges until fingers turn to clay.
Rise above this smoke and see the light of day.
Sing for futures that will never go away.
For in these times that feel so lost,
We can prosper above the rough!

Where are you now?
Hope you’re doing ok.
It’s been a while.
Hope you’re more than surviving stuff.
We may never speak again my friend.
Still I wish you no form of ill.
Peace and happiness is all I think for you as you sail out of view.

Of Ill Intent

Spin, spin, spin;
Can’t take anymore.
This dream dies in four.
Seconds feel like hours in my mind.
Where decency quits in the face of resistance.
Not sure what should be pursued with persistence.
Remote connection is subverting control.

Deep dive below.
Feed this beast that won’t go.
Sleeping giants refuse to do a deal.
These are figments in my midst.
Imagination running wild and wrong.
Need to vent this status that I’ve held.
Feeling as though I don’t belong.

Storms of ill intent.
Magnified under new regret.
As heavy fog sits upon my shoulders.
Crushing movement beneath its constant.

Relieve this weight from atop of me!

Moment of pause.
What I am needing most.
Raise this glass for a hopeful toast.
For better days that are yet to come.
A time where efforts don’t unravel in one.
Day is always darkest before each dawn.
Remembering that is a vital thing.

No distortion left to touch.
From the ground up without a crutch.
Developing where once seemed like a loosing battle.
Block out others mocking prattle.
To create that which speaks.
Volumes are not for the weak.
This is my life for which I preach.

Unguided

Close your eyes and feel at peace.
Lapping waves and sun beats.
Weight lifts as you drift on by.
No longer do you feel like you’ll be crushed alive.

For times are a changing.
Sometimes things will be rearranging.
But when tides switch you don’t have to follow.
Instead you go enjoy this path and not wallow.
For tumbles happen but don’t need to define.
Pick yourself up and meander down this fine line.
Taking stock of what has come before.
You’re not the first and won’t be the last I can assure.
Though it doesn’t mean these days are foretold.
After all this life is yours to mould.

Take a deep breath to let joy flow through you.
Smile on your lips as you bathe in this glow.
Whether it’s the light of the moon or the scorching sun…
You can be enraptured by both of them.

Drink in what serves you best.
This is your journey not a pre-determined test.
Take a deep breath and float on the breeze.
Feel your mind and body soar with the greatest of ease.
But never feel guilt for wanting to be happy.
If people say otherwise it’s cause they are crappy.

Drink from all fonts of splendor.
Never fall foul of some falsified render.
A soul who excels at pulling you under.
Rather than helping you to reach even higher ground.

You are an author in this story for you.
Do not feel compelled to bend if you don’t want to.
Rather refuse if others pressure your vibe.
For each and every day is your handpicked ride.
Meandering along as you see fit.
Ultimately these are all your personal moments.
Only to be shared with those you deem worthy.

Your Labels Are Fake

How many more times are you going to deny?
Times are tough but you still act like the victimised.
Drawing comparison to atrocities of the past.
Yet in all truth you’re the one who should be nailed to the mast.

Stop, look, listen and don’t do anymore talking.
Cause what I see is but a segment of a brain that doesn’t tick.
Too busy gobbing off as though you are meant for something different.

But you are a fad.
One that spews only vitriol.
Sick of seeing you treated like a God.
True heroes don’t hide when times are hard.
They put up their fists and prepare for war.

Instead you run as far away as you can.
Pitiful how you think you won’t be seen as a coward obsessed by scams.
Winding down rivers you invented for yourself.
Still one day you’ll go right off this edge!

Terminate your fractured form.
Stand back and accept that you’re wrong.
Bow your head and show some humility.
After all you have been acting like a cult leader for longer than a real body.

In Throes

Spin the blade then drive it deep.
Combat these shadows that do creep.
Fuelling nightmares which refuse to abate.
How long before they have more than physical shape?

As iris twins beneath the sky.
It is time to snap this lie.
Adhering to principles sold for a paltry sum.
Drowning your fears as they haunt whenever day is done.

Idealised but failing to soar.
Subtract that which cannot adore.
While beneath these stumps a new anger grows.
Threatening to rend that which continues to tempt others to their death throes.

Mulched and beaten.
Grieving as they are torn sunder.
Here in this tomb you will find no wonder.
Pillaged by hands obsessed with pain.
What lies beneath lingers in emotions of shame.

Compounding terror until a termination point forms.

Drink in hunger while memory shifts.
Beware of charity for some will not be gifts.
As curses doled are prisons in all but name.
Each of the devoted antagonists plays a role in this lopsided game.
Designed to bring calamity down on you.
Face their accusations under every burning sun!

Blossom

There is hope in pretty things.
Smile as they dance between.
Bringing joy right to the fore.
Time to revel in what makes me love to my core.

Eyes fixed on sights so new.
Drinking in all that I could do.
Interest piqued from noon to night.
Not sure things have ever been quite so bright.

Foster and grow.
Never let it go.
To nurture is to learn.
It’s time for your turn.

All around it’s oh so pretty.
Watching with baited breath.
Studying as if it’s revolutionary.
Never wishing to be one who is stationary.

You live and love.
Bloom from a bud.
And I did too.
Life is more than what we do.

Where You Eat

Pump these waters with filth.
But feel no guilt.
Guaranteed your bonuses.
While raising all your prices.

What is it that we pay for?
Sounds like a new car with an engine roar.
Guzzling and spewing fumes as you smile.
Fifteenth one in a year but you feel no denial.
For your position is a safe bet.
While the rest of us have to wallow in your excrement.

Just don’t think if you fall we will provide aid.
You picked money over health for everybody.
No doubt because it wasn’t in your back yard.
So what is the harm as long as you’re lounging poolside?

Traitors and liars you take what you can.
Lie through your teeth no matter the outcome.
While sickness and disease were fostered en masse.
Craven cowards you tied yourself to these hated masts.

What is it that we paid for?
Sounds like a new car with an engine roar.
Guzzling and spewing fumes as you smile.
Fifteenth one in a year but you feel no denial.
For your position is a safe bet.
While the rest of us have to wallow in your excrement.

Turned water for drinking into a blight on nature.
Children were paddling while you protested over nomenclature.
Providing excuses for your sickness inducing deeds.
But it was too late for these actions filled all news feeds.

Buried

Buried in a pit.
Drinking my own spit.
Suffocate from ruin.
So dehydrated I don’t know what I’m doing.

My eyes feel like they’re peeling back in my skull.
I search what I feel but still don’t know.
So much is sloshing around in my head.
Am I the monster?
Or a victim pretending I’m dead!

Porcelain fragility reflected back as I stare.
Don’t know why I’m so scared.
But hairs on my back are standing up straight.
Feel some movement.
I just want to flee from this place, okay?

But daylight never comes.
Eternal darkness spins as I come undone.
I see an edge but it looks weak.
Or maybe that’s just I know I can’t quite reach.
Out of power I slump in the mud.
Fingernails claw at this sodden crud.
Throat dry enough I’d rather drown in my own blood.

Buried in a pit.
Devoid of any spit.
Slipping off as I fade away.
My time is up for there was no chance for me.

I died today.
Not my way.