What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of this clearly crippled system.

So tell me what is the goal?
Point me toward our end point.
All i see is the same old.
I’m bored, frustrated and hoping for an end to the madness.
A line in the sand.
Conclusion to this artificial semblance.
When can we regain our discarded hand?

What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of this clearly crippled system.

Plaster the cracks like we always do.
Again I’ll shake my head at me and you.
But i hate this boat on which we do ride.
Can you say the same or are you loving this idiot prize?
A token of cheap shoddy despair.
If only reprogramming was a choice.
Maybe then we wouldn’t be a floundering mass voice.

What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of this clearly crippled system.

Weaver of future is but a brand.
Carries no weight out on the sand.
Will not sway when judgement is due.
No it won’t matter if you attempt to sue.
Other than prolong the inevitable.
Upon these threads we continue to pull.
Its why my contributions are slight.
For in all honesty I’d rather melt into the night.

What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of what is clearly crippled.

I’m not angry or even disappointed.
Rather I’m just bored of the same old story.
Repeating over and over again.
Like a tune thats wormed deep within.
With purpose unknown and intent so lost.
Be better to be covered in a heavy frost.
Cause lets face it no one tries to change.
If they did we wouldn’t be so selfishly deranged.

Locked on a point thats got no value.
Surrounded by voices begging to tell you.
Whats the latest hot item to be sold.
Frankly I’d prefer to be stood out in the cold.
For all the chatter is just endless noise.
So much so I can safely say there is no poise.
Just a rotating plate filled with cheap crap.
Long past time someone yelled: its a wrap.

Instead raise up your glass to give some boring toast.
While your “friends” search out a weakness to boast.
Nail you to a coffin, sink you to the depths.
Truthfully we’re turning our time into a schlep.
And is that really what our days should become?
No because that is inherantly dumb.
So pull out the daze you say is fundamental.
Otherwise it may all become detrimental.

Yet this is all talk like everyone else.
Be forgotten to “save” our mental health.
If that were true we wouldn’t be so down.
Drinking our sorrows at the ass end of town.
Dwelling on days where the weight didn’t crush.
Bring us a craving of when we were flush.
Living free and singing so merry.
Not chewing on fat like its a bitter berry.

I’m from the low end of high.
Thats why hypocrites wave goodbye.
Damning looks and smirking faces.
If only they knew we’ll be trading places.
For my plans are growing large.
When I enact them I’ll be the one in charge.
Force them to stand and watch.
It’ll feel like a heavy kick to the crotch.

Snarky, sadistic, sycophantic fools.
So desperate to cling to their resource pools.
If only they knew what I do.
Maybe then they’d be bowing to…
Stop the end that is so close at hand.
Even then I’d offer them only a brand.
But tomorrow is when all will change.
Dawn of a new age, one dubbed rearrange!

Like a knife I cut and carve.
Flip the system so now the one percent will starve.
Redistribute and nullify.
Already they are begging and asking why?
Simple answer they are too blind to see.
It was always an inevitability.
Exploitation had a tipping point .
And i was never a solitary example.

Seven years and still going strong.
No i don’t lead a single thing.
Never my intention, want or need.
Simply happy to be able to breathe.
No longer paying debt on my every action.
Society not carved into so many factions.
Wasn’t sure it would work so well.
The fact it has fills me with a peaceful permanent swell.

From the low end of high,
At a time where things were nearing nigh.
No one will be linked going forward in that way.
Many thought that was something no one would ever say.
History will be our jury and judge.
Only future generations can deliver verdict on our intervention.
Whether it fixed a previously broken and exploitative system.

It comes round once in three sixty five.
Sometimes without the white that covers our drives.
Does that change the feeling it brings us, no.
For it is the season of ho ho ho.
Joy for the masses with gifts and good food.
Time to feast upon it all until you’ve no more room.
Then splay out on the sofas and chill in your way.
For Christmas is time for friends and family.
With trees and decorations gleaming with lights.
All so pretty in the dark or days bright.
A time to smile, laugh and cheer.
When there are only traditions to which you wish to adhere.
So gather as you wish with those that you love.
Sing a silly song or play a game and do stuff.
Just remember that this season is for everyone.
And that it is all about having fun.

I sit and wait but can’t quite see beyond the veil a good degree.
Might not wither or flourish well with that which sings a common spell.

So stop your bragging.
I’m sick of you dragging,
Every name you’ve ever met,
Through the mud showing no respect.
It doesn’t sound like you think.
You’re the one who comes across as on the brink.

Now stop these lies.
Vent your spleen.
Forgive, forget, then reset.

Another day and exactly the same with you mouthing off again.
Eyes do roll and ears go deaf for no one wishes to listen to it.

End this gobbing off you do.
Before someone aims for you.
You know they will if you don’t.
For I’ve said it ao much its become a joke.
Thats why you don’t wage wars when you’re short on gear.
Instead engage in diplomacy to barter for peace for all.

Now stop these lies.
Vent your spleen.
Forgive, forget, then reset.

Three metres of towering form.
Not quite a building but far more than norm.
My eyes stretched wide as I take it all in.
Am I dreaming or has fantasy become reality?

When the roar strikes it cuts deep.
Makes me question if I’ll soon be obsolete.
Could be but I pray it’ll be a no.
Either way my body says I need to go.

When it moves there is only death.
My heart is torn and filled with regrets.
For I am the arbiter of this fresh hell.
Aided in the forging of this immortal shell.

Troll brought to life, metal filled with strife.
Armed to the teeth, without a sense of peace.
This is my creation.
Damned deliberation.
Willed into being.
A creature murderous and seething.

Flip a coin to decide your fate.
Heaven will beg while hell can wait.
Force of nature returned to the fore.
When you fall pick yourself up off the floor.
Not a motto more a reality.
Keep your head up think positvely.
And yes I know darkness may always creep in.
But if you ignore that voice you can conquer anything.
So believe, trust, keep on moving.
No reason to accept demons calling.
For you can be whatever you may wish.
Work hard, keep focused and reach for it.

Cast a nine sided die.
Friends will cheer while enemies cry.
Take solace in the fortune given.
Your dreams never have to be hidden.
And when you slip don’t lose your fight.
Use tooth and nail to get back to the light.
For it will never be lost for good.
Positivity is always a should.
So wear your scars and take the reins.
Cross the ragged tumultous plains.
Get to where you wish to be.
Those are the words I offer everybody.

Life has become a race to the bottom.
Those that do not make it are promptly forgotten.
Yet is this a system we should revere?
Sitting on the periphery it seems so severe.
Like a fix, one rigged to destroy.
Rather than a journey to love and enjoy.

Time is now a burden on youth.
Pressure to grow up faster than truth.
Expected to be mature and not indulge in play.
In what way is that any form of ok?
Sounds like a nightmare in constant motion.
Not the kind of thing that should be given devotion.

Split second judgement has become the way of the world.
So many accusations are endlessly hurled.
Without care or even a thought.
And if it goes awry innocence can always be bought.
Not by the innocent or those who wish to be free.
Usually by deceivers rabid for more celebrity.

Repeating the cycle rather than forging anew.
At times it feels like the world might soon be through.
With so many voices screaming their hate.
Reality is they are but a minority stake.
And my hope remains they will not prevail.
If they do then I foresee our civilization would utterly derail.

But hold the line and keep the faith.
Do not give in to the violence and rape.
For things will get better if we push forward.
Dark days are followed by dazzling mornings.
And when we reach it all wars will be won.
History will mark this monumentous occasion.