Remission from suspicion.
No longer do I fear my collision.
Some days I’ll stagger and stumble.
Others I’ll soar and prevail.
Whatever might come I’ll face it with a smile.
Entities will never manage to curtail.
Think me mad or divine.
Reality is I’m neither, cause I’m feeling more than fine.

Rejoice; and use your voice.
Dance or cry; never let that fire dwindle and die.

Limitations are round the bend.
Words which I refuse to befriend.
For it is was true then how are we here?
Think on that. Maybe reposition and steer,
Away from the rocks you lashed yourself to.
Fearing that the waves might break you.
I know those fears for I feel them also.
Doesn’t mean you have to shy away the coming day.

Rejoice; and use your voice.
Dance or cry; never let that fire dwindle and die.

Searching for something to believe.
Maybe don’t look so desperately.
Cause from the look you might end up hoodwinked.

Begging for a direction to follow.
Expression is making you appear shallow.
Too much too soon and you’ll be labelled a fickle human.

Popularist;
Does not need to exist.
Contagion;
Shed such an abrasion.
Renew;
If only for you.
This life is yours to tread.
There is no one correct path.
Go walk it!

Begging at the pews of martyrs.
None will offer you naught but barters.
Cages for your mortal soul to suffer and breathe defeat.
Dusty tome and a dozen rusty nails.
Objects to be used; contain and impale.
Reality strikes, this is but the gathering of an old cult.

Popularist;
Does not need to exist.
Contagion;
Shed such an abrasion.
Renew;
If only for you.
This life is yours to tread.
There is no one correct path.
Go walk it!

Born, raised, bred to kill.
Are we people or product with will?
Shoved into a mold not picked.
The horizon is beginning to look bleak.
Weathered by the hail of lead.
Maybe one day it will come to an end.
Conclusion to the war storm.
No more criminals parading in uniform.

Machinations hidden by paper thin walls.
The old world order labelling us all fools.
With nothing new to prop up the system.
Lacerations cover us and prevent conviction.
State of affairs that hurts to have to admit.
These days are dragging more than a bit.
Words I should say aloud or keep to myself?
Decision has become paralysing, bringing collective suicide.

Broker passage from same to different.
Truth is none of it is changes societal intent.
Grafted to the billboard are twisted slogans.
Each warrior born for serving nothing.
Possession is cutting deep into me and you.
Anymore and it’ll be brainwashing our opinions too.
Forcing state through cookie-cutter declaration.
Now let me introduce finalities pre-determined exaggeration.

Closer to the edge I go.
Without wish, I am part of the flow.
Narrow views soon opens wide.
Not long after begins the vertical ride.

Falling faster but still a part.
I scream and thrash with too much heart.
Exhaustion soon does overwhelm.
Acceptance moments before I rejoin the helm.

Back in amongst the almighty flow.
Shoulder to shoulder, again I mix as I go.
Before too long to burble returns to me.
Insight into the next stage of this journey.

Three more drops somewhat the same.
Except with each I sound less in pain.
It is not sad nor defeated.
Rather I am elated that it is now repeated.

Now its over and all is rushing by,
I wonder if I will ever feel again that high.
No way to know but still I shall wish.
Otherwise this will be a time I will forever miss.

Sounds of the world allowed to permeate.
If you listen long you’ll see no reason to hate.
For this world is beauty in forms aplenty.

Sights of the universe will always astound.
And to think all we have done is make them found.
Yet the true scope of possibilities have no boundaries.

Watch and listen, learn and love.
From these days we can rise above.
Cut the tithe to the past we repeat.
No longer believe our future an uncertain feat.

But will we dare to take up such a challenge?

Smells so sweet they bring forth colour.
With each new one it makes the last duller.
What a time to be living our lives.

Watch and listen, learn and love.
From these days we can rise above.
Cut the tithe to the past we repeat.
No longer believe our future an uncertain feat.

But will we dare to take up such a challenge?

I cannot say, I can only hope.
I for one wish to try for broke.
Failures might come and go.
What matters most is we attempt to show…
That what we have been is not all we can be.
Give us time, chance and yoi just might see.
A better species, a better world.
Not a warmongering, globe spanning parasitic herd.

Watch and listen, learn and love.
From these days we can rise above.
Cut the tithe to the past we repeat.
No longer believe our future an uncertain feat.

But will we dare to take up such a challenge?

You are callousness wrapped up with a bow.
Not sure how much longer I can contend with this show.
So how about we lay it all to rest rather than push through.
These life and times are nothing new.
Just a trigger pull to fuel the grief.
And when it ends all we taste is relief.
It might sound strange but its happened before.
I’m way passed the point of wishing for more.
So let me out or put me down.
No longer content to watch this slipping crown.
Brings no joy or celebration.
Rather I am stuffed with hesitation.
Butchered thought forced into my brain.
I know you too feel you’re going insane.
So let me off and I will for you.
Finalise our divorce now too.
Separation of our pairing is for the best.
And no we don’t need to test, to verify.
That is why we both are waving bye.
A culmination between callous and kill.
We agree to sever this ill will.

A smile so sexy and sickly sweet.
Cause she has her eyes set on something to eat.
Don’t play coy or pretend you can’t see.
But if you wait too long she’ll be onto the next body.
And if you think you’re the alpha i’ve got news for you.
That woman’s an apex predator times twenty two.

Silky blonde hair with lips of red.
Body to kill for: bang, bang your dead.
Caught in the act which is why its all over.
Now you’re suffering from the bite of this venomous cobra.
Though to gaze upon her you’d think butter wouldn’t melt.
Reality is one wrong move and you’ll be wall mounted.

Body built for mountains of endless insane sin.
She knows you want to be the one that is coming in.
So grab your balls and see if you can hang.
One false move you’ll be facing constant oblivion.
Sounds dramatic buts its oh so very true.
Cannibals have nothing on her constant ravenous mood view.

Beauty unlike any you feel confident in dreaming up.
Still you might have your blood drained into her cup.
Succubus without the hellspawn around the edges.
Just make sure you offer no form of pledges.
And if you have then we’ll see you on the other side.
For your end will not be the fun sort of final ride.

Not sure what will come next.
Feeling like I’ve been hexed.
Brain in fog, feels like a soup.
Maybe I’m falling off my loop.

Down inside you’ll find the village of mercy.
Incorrectly named cause no one there has any.
Too busy starting fires or vying for control.
Its why I steer clear of all this maniacal.
For time is shorter than we wish to admit.
And I’m cracking from all the shit.
So remove myself from this war I found best.
Not a place or space I wish to be enveloped.

Not sure what will come next.
Feeling like I’ve been hexed.
Brain in fog, feels like a soup.
Maybe I’m falling off my loop.

Fetid response wrapped in hungry snapping teeth.
Did I find this mess or did it seek out me?
Wish I knew though it changes so little.
To this minefield I refuse to be committal.
Rather someone else can risk treading these halls.
Meanwhile I’ll go about my life standing tall.
Much else to say I believe there is not.
So say farewell to what has become others rot.

Parasite and entropy.
Twinned in grandeur and instability.
What a sight to carve in cliffs.
Too many entities have become miffed.
Its why I struggle while string out.
In my head they remain and shout.

Not sure what will come next.
Feeling like I’ve been hexed.
Brain in fog, feels like a soup.
Maybe I’m falling off my loop.

Drained by the drama.
Cut down from the greed.
Tired of the torment.
None of it do I need
Alone in this I am not,
Of which I am aware.
Universe give us pause,
Before all we know is despair.

Fashioned from fever.
Lambasted by the tide.
Weakened under forces,
None of which I can hide.
Sad state of defeat,
Now leave me alone.
Can’t take all the chanting,
Only wish to go back to my safe home.

Tune out the torment.
Flip off the switch.
Give time for a reprieve.
Moments where I don’t have to think.
Is that a price too high?
One that should not be wished.
Truth is I can’t say,
Only hope its not been missed.

Rustle the raptures,
Or leave them to burn.
Those are my feelings,
For its too late to learn.
From good omens yet to be carved.
Come realities that we are sinking,
So set me free from this farce.
No longer can we sit and be patient you must realise.

Skies turned dark with shrapnel rain.
Bullets, smoke and fire are all they contain.
Sorry state of another repeat.
Reignited the cycle while dogma continues to bleat.
Weakened state of insecurity.
Everyone has failed except those suffering the brutality.
Where is our evolution and progress now?

Watch the bodies fill the streets.
Buried under rubble that is stone and concrete.
Twisted shell of former glory.
If you think that’s bad then imagine hands drenched and gory.
For yet again its a case of sit and wait.
Too late that horse is well past the gate.
Proof that from our self made pedestal we have toppled.

Sanctimonious contemporary.
Dig the grave that will serve the free.
Democracy rooted and turned to ash.
We sit and watch lives treated like trash.
Sad state that never seems to change.
Can’t we do something other than play the game?
I hate this place though I am lucky.
Not everyone is as fortunate as me.
But why again is this behaviour allowed to stand?
To me it feels as if we’ve accepted the brand.
Bowed to tyranny and slaughter.
Would you be this uninterested if it was your son or daughter?
No, then stop and commit more than tokenism.
Otherwise the world will one day cross a final schism.