What is this mess that surrounds us?
Have we dug too deep to escape the endless…
Decay we’ve birthed onto our home.
If so then things won’t survive the tome.

Damnation written into our fated stars.
Instead we bow to those in uniform and their bars.
How short-sighted could we have been?
Even a blind man could have foreseen.

Ruin is our M.O.
Success a no go.
Choose past curfew.
Positive outcome is gone so…

Say your goodbyes.
And I’ll provide mine.
The angel is too steep.
And for so long we were sheep.
Treading a path.
Building a road.
It lead to oblivion.
All was foretold.

Now what surrounds are but remains.
For a while we refused to ackowledge these chains.
Same ones that dragged us down to the depths.
Payment for all those bounced cheques.

Ruin is our M.O.
Success a no go.
Choose past curfew.
Positive outcome is gone so…

Nothing.
We’re all gone.
What remains are remnants of our false dominion.

Every word you say fills me with a glowing heat.
Some might think me crazed or a cheat.
Do they have rights over where I go?
No, they are spectators, guests in what is my show.
While you are my the ying to my yang.
If others overstep they’ll get a flash of fang.
Over-reaction, quick to violence.
To those actors I say, return to silence.
My choice, my time.
You are alongside by design.
If you weren’t I’d revert to type.
Doing that now wouldn’t feel right.
Be like trying to swim while missing a limb.
You are an extension with which i’m living.

Your every action brings an unending feeling.
Light of my day, precents my mind from peeling.
Dispel this obsession to look back in fear.
Words said to me, I didn’t think I would ever agree.
But times change when you least believe.
Relighting a fire that terminates the need to grieve.
Sparking inner fire and stoking flames.
Compels me to retake my forsaken reins.
All because you are present in some way.
Promising you will never fade from me.
Listening when I need a voice to soothe.
Never asking for me to prove…
That I always have to be more.
Cause reality is no one is keeping score!

You call into question behaviour.
All because you wish to become known as saviour.
Delicate hand upon a faded relic.
Double take suggests you wish to sell it.
Make a stack and flee the system.
Reinforced by your snorts of derision.
Poor imitations of disgust and outrage.
Offensive is not something that’s ever phased.
So to see it now I know its put on.
If eyes shift off you I know you’ll be gone.
Yet would that be such a tragic loss?
I wager no as you overestimate your cost.
Worth your weight would be a fallacy.
Maybe I should encourage a tragedy.
Hasten this break force change.
It would certainly allow for expulsion of the mange.

Theatrical display to cover your treachery.
As I suspected you took the chance to get away.
To where I do not know and could not care less.
For this made possible a new process.
Stripped out the rot of what had kept us contained.
To be honest your rule was smothering in the way it restrained.
Fashioned us to ideals we no longer held.
Advancement until then had been quelled.
Without these limits we came on leaps and bounds.
Ended disease, famine, poverty and refugee compounds.
All things that had bred bitterness and division.
It was a much needed series of incision.
That has lead us to unity previously not conceived.
Sure even you wouldn’t have believed.
So wherever you are I extend my thanks.
For your greed gave us all this expansive chance.

Barren surface of blood red sand.
Planet known for being the empires most prized land.
Fuelled by spice dug from the ground.
Too many noises result in a distinctive sound.
Rumble, tremor, approaching worm.
One false move will end your turn.
Playing politics is simple by compare.
Mostly they manoeuvre and deliver a hard stare.
With eyes turned blue by exposure and time.
No one is ever willing to draw a bloody line.
Rather the cycle repeats without end in sight.
Maybe a Shai-hulud could with a bite.
A million teeth in a single form.
Sight capable of making you wish you hadn’t been born.

Wrath of the mountain.
Mass of falling rocks.
Screaming and shouting.
Then come aftershocks.

No malice or intention.
Just nature unfolding.
Fear and apprehension.
Terror is sharp and holding.

Bare hands digging.
Cries from below.
Not time for quitting.
Hope starts to grow.

First found is a loss.
Pleas continue through dust.
Everyone gives a toss.
Efforts will not go bust.

Hand reaches from debris.
Screams of relief and joy.
In total there are three.
Two girls and a boy.

First of many more.
Eleven hours, twenty.
Sadly there is still gore.
It leaves you feeling empty.

Just remember…

Wrath of the mountain.
Mass of falling rocks.
Screaming and shouting.
Then come aftershocks.

Power of nature.
Can’t comprehend.
You cannot wager.
There is no final end.

Its happened before.
It’ll come round again.
Listen for the roar.
Prepare for anything.

Its been ages since I’ve seen your face.
Yet I still remember your sweet taste.
Every now and then it returns to linger as if you’re here.
Alas I know those times are confined to yesteryear.

Sometimes I swear it can smell your perfume.
It always has and will remind me of first bloom.
Still I know I can’t go back to those days.
Times have changed and to you I am nothing but a haze.

There are times when I think I hear your voice.
I have to admit that it is never by choice.
The marks you left I still bear regretably.
If it were possible I would scrub you from my memory.

Ocassionally I swear I feel your delicate touch.
Recalling the past we had can be far too much.
Choking on air as if there’s a weight on my chest.
Each day is a single step where I try to do my best.

You always brought out the worst in me.
Demon in flesh that would act irrationally.
Flay anyone who crossed my path.
My life was turned into a bloodbath.
In your name and for your aims.
All part of your violent games.

Now I’m free.
Those days behind me.
Yet still you remain at my periphery.
Mentally rather physically.
Remnants of when we were a match.
Forever an itch a wish I could dispatch.

A megalomaniac wants to hold the world in his palm.
Purely so he can control what is said about them.
Does that mean we should bow?
No, it means resistance is the correct thing now.
So stand defiant in the face of such oppression!

Tyrannical racist wishes to conspire to take control.
Onto our backs in response we should never roll.
For if we accept then freedom is dead.
Instead these are shackles that must be shed.
Hold your ground no matter potential outcome!

What has been built isn’t meant for one or a few.
These achiecements we’ve fashioned are meant for all of you.

Wicked twisted crones hellbent on worldwide theft.
In their eyes they are the only ones worth being blessed.
Yet they are all the same with their tells.
And we’ve seen before these types of ne’er do wells.
But those days are dead and shall remain that way.
For we the people will enforce such a decree.
Severe the ties that keep corruption afloat.
Upon their miseries we’ll make them choke.
Leave them reeling, trapped in defeat.
Reduce their empires to ash and peat.

What has been built isn’t meant for one or a few.
These achievements we’ve fashioned are meant for all of you.

You are the shining star I wish to carry on my back.
The flag I want flying no matter the fact.
Might sound strange or make me a weirdo.
But you are unlike the majority with their ego.
A delicate soul trapped in this rat race age.
Locked in place and unable to turn to the next page.
Does that make you a fallen angel, no.
It makes you better than this psycho.
Hamster wheel of which we are all a part.
No matter what you need to keep that spark.
It defines you as different from most.
To lose it would be to become a living ghost.

Seeing your name fills many people’s days with joy.
Living truthfully is something no one can destroy.
But if they try then raise your protective walls.
Send out your tendrils and I will answer your calls.
For you are the flower in this sea of dread.
Yet some will always try to fuel what should be shed.
And if they pursue simply turn your back.
We all shall help you stay on your chosen track.
Supply aid where and however we can.
Cast put those who bring harm with a lifetime ban.
For you are the beacon that we hold dear.
And we’ll help to eradicate all of your fear.

Welcome to the sideways parade.
Days gone have been replaced by that which is frayed.
A ticking time bomb with little remorse.
Mounting issues continue to take our world off course.

But no one listens enough to invoke change.
Am I the only one that thinks this strange?
Sometimes it feels like I’m alone.
Fighting a tidal war that can’t be won.
Struggling simply to tread these bleak waters.
Its as if this world is out of supporters!

Wave sayonara to properous futures.
We’ve been surviving on our use of sutures.
Torn apart so severe we think these systems are vital.
Might as well bestow upon us the failed promise title.

But no one listens enough to invoke change.
Am I the only one that thinks this strange?
Sometimes it feels like I’m alone.
Fighting a tidal war that can’t be won.
Struggling simply to tread these bleak waters.
Its as if this world is out of supporters!

Pounded like dust into the concrete that has become our collective heart.
All that is left is what is not quite so torn apart.
Sad to say but wholeheartedly true.
We are the demons that shredded hope into fifty two.
Only to flush those sections into a flash fire.
An outsider might think our design has always been to self expire!

But no one listens enough to invoke change.
Am I the only one that thinks this strange?
Sometimes it feels like I’m alone.
Fighting a tidal war that can’t be won.
Struggling simply to tread these bleak waters.
Its as if this world is out of supporters!

Sometimes it is best to lay down and listen.
Make no plans or movements as the seconds are ticking.
Peace and quiet with only the sounds of birds.
Serenity and simplicity forever at work.
Allow your mind to wander and stroll down random paths.
See where it takes you as you welcome it back.
For a brain always thinking does little but crash.
Move from one moment straight to the next.
It can get boring without a little rest.
So from time to time take it easy and watch the world go by.
Don’t always keep asking what is next or why.
Instead take in the beauty of what nature offers.
Rather than trying to endlessly fill your coffers.
That won’t make you happy or bring you joy.
For they all fall into this category known as decoy.
Doubt me if you must but deep down you know.
These words spoken are ever so true.
So once again I’ll say embrace the calm.
Reach out and accept it with two open palm.