Swallow the silence and glare at the moon.
What might be offered is the chance of a boon.
Can you turn down a gift so freely given?
Never listen to the snorts of cynical derision.
For what lies in shadow is not that baited in rays.
So ignore the chants that you’ll be starving for days.
Perfection is impossible no matter how long you try.
Do the best that you can and then be pleased with your cry.

Feast on forgiveness and forge a new path.
The equations are literal and requiring math.
Yet dote on the wrong and you will subside.
This is not a safe and secure type of ride.
Its why the glory days have taken up root.
With present having given our atmosphere the boot.
Festered and forgotten under a sea of thick vines.
Does anyone here remember saving grace lines?

Gauge out the yearning and damn potential screams.
What might lie beneath is but a city made of dreams.
For none are the saviours while they brandish swords.
Instead they are criminals calling themselves lords.
Its why the tables aren’t turning and all is falling flat.
Never forgive how they blundered through that.
Mouthing some nonsense they wished to be real.
Reality is that everything you see came from a steal.

Impatience and entropy.
Why is this what you feast upon so hastily?
Stay your hand and change your route.
Wouldn’t you rather rejoice than be mute?
And no misery is not company.
All it breeds is despair and gluttony.
So lend me your hand to run far and free.
Laugh like children without a care to see.

Silence and uncertainty.
Yes they afflict at times everybody.
But do not feed to birth a monster.
Its not something you should want here.
Instead aim to bring mountains of joy.
That is what you should employ.
Cause turning sore brings forth only pain.
No need to have such things come round again.

Pander and bend the knee.
Not things I ever wish to see.
Rather you should be laughing long.
Enjoying yourself with a merry song.
Get carried away if you will.
Then make sure to simply chill.
For rest is just important as celebration.
So make sure to factor it into the equation.

But now my time has come and gone.
Which means I must travel and carry on.
Just remember the words I did impart.
Make sure you take them to heart.
So when next I pass this way,
I will have chance to see you say;
This is my life and I could not love it more.
Pleased that it never became a chore.

Eyes on the horizon.
Sun is still rising.
Shining blue crystal clear.
As smooth as a mirror.

Paradise for my peepers.
Too many are sleepers.
But I yearn to see this daily.
Can’t put it more plainly.

Winds picks breaking serene.
I continue to feel supreme.
Watch as ripples turn to waves.
Taste the air as it invades.

Tears in my peepers well.
Beauty always does compel,
Breeds emotion and response.
Proof everyone has more than one chance.

For life is akin to the sea.
Upon it you can alter trajectory.
Do an about if you so choose.
Never invest in the idea you lose.

This scene is one that does inspire.
No need to back yourself into a mire.
Simply find your glory and keep it near.
No need to give in to what you fear.

Eyes on the horizon.
Sun is still rising.
Shining blue crystal clear.
As smooth as a mirror.

We’re all the same.
Stop with the pain.
Its all so lame.
Everyone has a share in the blame.

So picture this and do it well;
What stands right here is the latest swell,
Of pure unadulterated despair.
We are all stuck right here!

Dissect but it won’t alter the course.
Been screaming so long my voice I hoarse.
Yet no one listens or even looks.
Sometimes i wonder if I’m mistook.
Then I remember all the chants for a kill.
Putrid incantations that are making me ill.
For all your hate is to twist and divide.
You have no idea how much I want off this ride.

We’re all the same.
Stop with the pain.
Its all so lame.
Everyone has a share in the blame.

Still fingers are pointing to everyone else.
No one sharing in what has been delt.
None are innocent if they have aged.
Cause everybody has failed to turn the page.

Dismiss to pass the subject by.
Still I am left wondering why.
Are you all so terrified you cannot speak?
Or is it purely because you are so weak?
Whatever it is I am sick to my gut.
Waiting for the ribbon to be cut.
It is coming and we are all aware.
Not sure what I can do but stand shocked and stare.

We’re all the same.
Stop with the pain.
Its all so lame.
Everyone has a share in the blame.

Sweep, all the problems out of the way.
Pretend, the universe isn’t succumbing to decay.
Raid, steal all you can from those most abused.
Commiserate, an act to make it seem improved.

But in the back you continue to count your ill-gotten gains.
Faced with nothing because you hide out the ways.

Shuffle, force people toward their breaking point.
Parasites, sucking out energy like its a joint.
Siphoning, to smile wide at the misfortune.
Virus, no positive here to keep things in motion.

But in the back you continue to count your ill-gotten gains.
Faced with nothing because you hide out the ways.

Verbose, apology will never cross the lips.
Permanent, is how frequent are childish quips.
Sense lost, for it was offered in sacrifice.
Suffering, the only payment that does suffice.

But in the back you continue to count your ill-gotten gains.
Faced with nothing because you hide out the ways.

Scrub, compact the grime into our eyes.
Relentless, how we are fed more obvious lies.
Hungry, for what we all deserve by rights.
Desperate, we yet may need to turn to fights.

But in the back you continue to count your ill-gotten gains.
Faced with nothing because you hide out the ways.

Agonise, choice between health and happiness.
Tragedy, is all we are permitted in life.
Grieving, clinging to what once could have been.
Dissected, treated as though we are all unclean.

But in the back you continue to count your ill-gotten gains.
Faced with nothing because you hide out the ways.

Paint the sky upon your canvas of smiles.
Every stroke contains differing styles.
So keep the flow and not stay your hand.
Create whatever your imagination can.
Dream bigger than you thought was true.
Show just how little critics affect you.
For the beauty will be seen by those who can appreciate,
Not those who lack any positive trait.
Its why again I will ask for your creation.
From it I hold only expanding admiration.
For I cannot form such a piece.
Yet from you there is a clear release.
A scene painted with a special gaze.
Never forego no matter what they phrase.
For you wield talent better than they grip reasons.
If that were not true then why do they change opinion more often than the season?

Feel the creep up the back of my neck.
Discomfort is something I’d like to forget.
The shudder, the skin crawl which doesn’t fade.
Its simply how my brain and body were made.
Doesn’t make my unease any thinner.
Makes me feel like I can’t be a winner.
Instead I’m a prisoner in a gilded cage,
Having to turn a fifty tonne page.
If you feel the same then know you are not alone.
There are many who sit upon this wretched throne.
Sifting through the ashes of our shattered wishes.
For a while it would be nice if it misses.
Sadly that is not how it will slink.
And many times you’ll be on the brink.
Staring down into an abyssal pit.
Desperate and yet willing to submit.
But hold on and don’t raise your flag.
You and I can survive to brag;
And though it won’t be settled for good,
These are trials and tribulations withstood.

Cut this hole deep inside my chest.
First thought it was part of some test.
But now I know you wanted my heart.
Got your wish cause I’m hollow.
Shard of ice is all that can be found.
All the decisions it does compound.
For my head is all that is left.
And it long since failed this.
Yet still I managed to get away.
Ran to the hills then kept it that way.
Still, now I am but a shell with a wound.
If I could I would close to mend,
But the pain is raw and stinging.
Not sure if I’ll keep going.
Legs and heavy and head is thick.
Parts of me scream; I am sick.
Please, I need a guide to find my track.
Not convinced I’ll get back without that.
Though I have nothing to offer in kind.
I simply don’t want to become the rind.
Be pulverised into splinters of meat and bone.
Send me a sign so I can locate a home.

As I lay dying it dripped into my mind.
This world has decided to parasite and remind,
That we are small, pathetic and short in time.
Jokes on you cause I never wanted highs.
All that I’m craving is an end of days.
No more prowling, hiding in the haze.
Checkmate, one fingered salute displayed.

From this burning bed of thorns,
Comes the hatred with its new forms.
Set back but determined to prevail.
For once I wish it would set sail;
Quest across the oceans to be swallowed by the seas.
For it serves no positive purpose.
All it brings is the breeding of sleaze.

Out the eyes of envy bleeds disaster.
Another voice that demands to be called master.
Sickened by the obsession and heresy.
Let me drift and thats it you’ll see.
No second pleas or wishes to be filled.
Disgusted by the blood thats been spilled.
No I will never be he who is thrilled.

I see the futures and all are short.
Most end with a violent abort.
Framed in flowers of disastrous decay.
Don’t anticipate an impending hooray.
Cause our world is shifting and we don’t factor.
We might be the cause but we are also the losing actor.
And crossing your fingers will not do a damn.
Sit and wait if you like but its happening.
Time much shorter than you wish to believe.
There are no salvations hidden up anyone’s sleeve.
Yet action too will not be enough,
Unless we unite and forego the peripheral stuff.
For ideologies are what have led us to here.
If you cannot admit that then chug on your beer.
As I have no time for the raft of speeches given.
Reality is its just a form of misdirection.
So if your intent is really to fix.
Then get knee deep in this desperate mix.
Look for real solutions to what will come.
Unless you think the purpose is dumb.
But mark my words and mark them well,
What will come will be our final hell.