Rolling around in a vacuum.
Boulder ten sizes above a tomb.
Glimpsing all that has ever been.
When I started I was another fifteen.
Times the mass that I am today.
Surface more smooth than jagged insanity.
Still I roam like I always have.
I have no propulsion.
I just glide kinda fast.

Spinning end over pointed tip.
At some point once again I’ll split.
Impact is and will always be the cause.
Not like I have the option to pause.
Plot, analyse then make a decision.
Have to admit that would be some vision.
To see what might come next.
Not be a passenger.
I spectator in mass.

Truly I shouldn’t really complain.
I’m as old as time and seen everything.
To a point I know what will come next.
Not exact details but some rough bets.
Still it leaves me all in awe.
Life out here has never been a bore.
For the worlds are quite eclectic.
Instilled with beauty.
I never fully expect it.

One more day before you ruin it all.
I say thanks for letting tradition fall.
Nice to know that you don’t give a damn.
All you want is to be a lazy selfish man.

Tired of excuses and a lack of attention.
Blah, blah, blah you have no comprehension.
Just arrogance fifty mile wide.
Yet more things I’m annoyed to abide.

Not some denizen of the high and mighty.
Simply a fool pretending he shines brightly.
But the only light comes out your ass.
And yes I know this insult is crass.

However, still you carry on like a stubborn post.
Focused only on what suits you the most.
But spoil this cheer and you’ll be damned by me.
Forgiveness will not be forthcoming, you see.

Do I believe you will heed these words?
No I think your mind is flocking like birds.
Stewing in misery cause you feel slighted.
Grow up, I’d say if I thought you were worth it.

Eyes glued right to the screen.
Scroll, scroll, scroll.
Death of serene.

Fixated on the latest trend.
Compounding sadness thrives again.
What is this time that we are living?
No answer other than unforgiving.

Eyes glued right to the screen.
Scroll, scroll, scroll.
Death of serene.

Twisted by endless supply.
Hide behind yet another lie.
For its all persona without fact.
Can we ever move away from that?

Eyes glued right to the screen.
Scroll, scroll, scroll.
Death of serene.
End of a dream.
Obsessive supreme.

Wired to the output.
Fractitious but not shook.
Locked on a hashtag.
Thinking its so rad.

When I look at you I see a glow.
Your body moves with a flow.
Sparkling eyes filled with life.
One day I might call you wife.
Until then I’ll watch you well.
Your habits formed by every cell.
All things that keep me fixed.
Feelings for you are never mixed.
Cause you are light, a shining star.
Always setting the highest bar.

Heart does skip when you are close.
It is what I crave and lust for most.
That cheeky smile you like to do.
Embodies everything best about you.
Its why I never move far away.
As near to you I wish to stay.
To smell, hear and also touch.
Without you its all too much.
For you are a complete and perfect soul.
The one who makes me whole.

Life blood of the earth.
Withering future fading.
Hours are growing short.
Nectar of the gods decaying.

Why are we dim?
What is our plan?
I do not know.
Its not me in control.
I am but a lamb!

Purged!

Reprogram; re-seed.
Rebuild as it should be.
Orders issued in our wake.
Couldn’t be saved from our fate.

Fallen; condemned.
Paid in full with our end.
Now only remnants remain.
Might be best we went down in flame.

Phase Five!

Prospect been reborn.
Not everything is withdrawn.
Life now grows where it once died.
No need for it to run and hide.
Yet once more we are unleashed.
Far more primitive and correctly naive.
Still will it all unfold the same?
If it does systems will begin again.

Governing edict:

Life blood of the earth, water.
There was a withering future fading, torture.
Hours were growing shorter.
Nectar of the gods was past decaying.

This is not the end!
Try, try, then strike again.
Just a setback not on the cards.
Clairvoyance is failing so i’m taking charge.
Pickup the pieces and fix them once more.
No more sleeping with…
Yes i’ve been a fool!

Degrees of my seperation!
Bounce me of my inspiration.
With calls swirling in my brain.
Two and two don’t make me fully inane.
More like developments pulling up short.
You are my marbles.
They’re dropping short!

Wrench me from the cogs.
Tear form from meat.
Pull me aside and…
Speak softly to me!

Time is running sideways.
Pickings have long been slim.
Deliver the sermon so i can reform.
Inside my head there is always a storm.
Seldom quiet so i can just think.
Forever and ever after,
My minds on the brink!

Wrench me from the cogs.
Tear form from meat.
Pull me aside and…
Speak softly to me!

To me your skin is serenity.
Blonde locks of maddening beauty.
With eyes that flash the colours of spring.
You are my muse, my everything.

Nights are long when you are not near.
Aches in my joints without you to steer.
So when finally our reunion arrives.
I will scream; that victory’s arrived.

Your flow is my drive and it won’t stop.
From your features my eyes will not drop.
Lost in your radiance, fixed on your glow.
With you on my arm I see no reason to go.

With legs like sculptures born from dreams.
My heart beats as though its bleeding streams.
A smile on my mug that refuses to quit.
Bit like how the sight of you makes my body flit.

Then there’s your figure, your personality and style.
Each one is marvelous like the length of the Nile.
Yet to compare both cannot be done.
For you defeat everything that has or will come.

And with these last words I reiterate my beliefs.
That you are unrivalled even by tropical reefs.
Such is your beauty outside and in.
That I remain gob smacked by your every being.

Stir from slumber to see green sky.
Don’t remember this on my last day.
Where now do I find myself?
Is this a new age, maybe of progressiveness?
Questions, no answers and so I go seek.
For too long I have been asleep.
I don’t recall two headed sheep.

Grounds are frozen by orange layers.
Those who I find kneel in eternal prayers.
With mutters filling where birds should sing.
I have to wonder what has been happening.
For these are not the lands I knew.
For the first time in nine millennia it all seems new.
Not in a positive way though.

As weeks turn months I see the truth.
This world is on the edge of plummeting.
For all my knowledge I have no answers.
Solutions have been whittled away.
Clearly this land will soon all go.
I make my peace while civilization wages war.
They still believe they can do more.

Final days out on the road.
I sit at the edge of a colossal gouge.
Life all over will soon pass the final line.
Thresholds cannot be restrained this time.
I make my peace while others try to flee.
Loved long enough to know when its hopeless.
Only regret is I spent so long in stasis.

Seconds remain as the world sheds its skin.
Convinced I am the last living being.
Smile as I wait for it to slip away.
After all this sight still holds beauty.
And then everything turns to white.
Searing anything not claimed before now.
Awakening for it all to begin again.

Stubborn, pigheaded, maybe even a fool.
These are claims made by you.
Not wrong but I am what I am.
If that’s a problem, I can do nothing.

Standing at the roadside as the rain pours.
Each strike I feel the sting from my soars.
Twisted by the weight of time.
Should’ve made me most unkind.
And while I faltered and likely failed.
I stand refusing to become that which sickens me.

Stubborn, pigheaded, stupid, a fool.
They are words used right through.
Not wrong, but this is who I am.
If that’s an issue, then not my problem.

Left alone with nothing but a night sky.
Stars fill the void of those who never said goodbye.
And sure I feel quite removed.
Could’ve changed off this route.
But if I had this would not be true.
Instead I would’ve been bowing down to all of you.

Stubborn, pigheaded, idiotic, not cruel.
This is reality marching two by two.
True and yet I wear the names proud.
For its better than being a vicious coward.

Cabin out by a calm lake.
Serene place to contemplate.
Wile away days til my hearts content.
Nothing to interfere with hermit intent.

I’m not a judge, or a king.
Only a simple human being.

Battle has made me weary.
It clouded my soul so cruelly.
Society tries to drive a wedge deep.
Made my every movement feel incomplete.

I’m no lord, or a liar.
Just someone wanting peace and quiet.

Traitors for a cause.
Never think to offer pause.
Too busy with their machinations.
All things that brought me fristrations.

And so i withdrew.
Took too the peeks.
Forged myself a new identity.
Without the screams.
Without the slaughter.
I much prefer this quarter.

I’m no soldier, or secret schemer.
Just a man wanting to be sincere.