Happy New Year! Welcome to 2026. Hope you are all well and have had a good holiday season!

I would like to start by saying a thank you to all of you for the views, likes and comments throughout 2025. They are hugely appreciated. I don’t ask for, or expect, anyone to view what I post. I do this because I want to. Won’t pretend it isn’t nice when people do view, like or comment however. That being said I have been having something of a mental block, or several, as of late. Still, posts will continue. Anyway, enough from me. Enjoy the first post of this year new, F.A.S.C.I.S.M.

In the land of rape and money.
Take what you want regardless of how scummy.
Dog eat dog is the way to go.
Survival of the fittest,
What a sideshow.

Innocents lie dead on the ground.
Every one of them is gagged and bound.
Wound to the back of the head.
Mercy has been forgotten.
Cruelty in motion.

Thirsting over texts ancient and cold.
Valuing them greater than ounces of pure gold.
Worth is but a dirty word.
Exploit where you can.
Life bought and sold.

Freedom permitted when convenient.
Dolled out by the deranged and obedient.
Red flags to be ignored.
Kill in broad daylight.
Be adored.

F is for your fakery.
A means you’re aiming for somebody.
S is the sickness you claim persists.
C for the crimes you deny exist.
I is a gap in intellect you exploit.
S again stands for your lack of self awareness.
M represents your obsessions with monetary gain!

Execution of a culling is an end goal.
There is no heart, there is only a hard lump of coal.
For martyr’s are tools to be used.
Create them as needed.
Determined to rule.

Living your life the way you wanted to,
When a wrecking ball comes swinging through.
Outside influences screwing with your life.
Ignoring that you have a right to survive.
Cause all that matters is a trolls convenience.
Fuck decency, you should embrace obedience!

Another of your dreams dies today.
For entertainment of a sick somebody.
Cause it doesn’t matter what she wants.
Crush her soul like a god damned moth.
These are the tenets of those truly lost.
Always vying to ignite, no matter a cost.

Shed these dangers from your sphere.
Abandon what does not serve anything but fear.
Walk amongst flowers as they bloom.
Block out enemies hoping to plunder your view.

Once black torches no longer oppress.
Light is beginning to shine once again.
Reducing a load that once nearly crushed.
Now events can be quite different.
Demons banished by lists of the blocked.
To be honest all those villains can get fucked!

Shed these dangers from your sphere.
Abandon what does not serve anything but fear.
Walk amongst flowers as they bloom.
Block out enemies hoping to plunder your view.

There’s nothing beneath the surface.
All you see is skin deep.
Facades built to keep you isolated.
Nothing of this can you keep.

Toss away ties that bind.
Embrace something and show you’re kind.
Masks won’t fill your tank.
Despair is but a substitute.
The more you drink the less you feel.
Suffocating in silence until you’re screaming.

Glazed over vision is a trap.
Fall into those voids,
Then you ain’t going to be coming back.
Treachery in disguise.

Toss away ties that bind.
Embrace something and show you’re kind.
Masks won’t fill your tank.
Despair is but a substitute.
The more you drink the less you feel.
Suffocating in silence until you’re screaming.

Aim to feel.
Yearn to live.
Condemn those that are scheming.
They mean you ill.
No wish to heal.
Only bleed you dry.
Turn you from empathetic to hollowed and begging to cry!

Ban the fakes with their lies.
They dress up in a cheap disguise.
Fester in places they don’t belong.
Always wanting to choke those on a happy song.

This routine is a crutch.
Upon it you relay too much.
Digging in heels so you can continue the trend.
Under these forces any mind will eventually bend.
Conform to that which is so easy to repeat.
Becomes so rehearsed that its an instinctive release.

Harp on about another sleight.
All to try and engage in a zero fight.
Setting up obstacles to throw in your own way.
Self validation of how miserable your life can be.
All while ignoring that you are the cause.
Continuing to pretend that you have absolutely no flaws.

More you complain the faster the cycle.
Seeking no solutions is treason in kind.
Ferment in the torture to gain more notches.
Every one is proof of how life in unkind.
Stacking against but its all down to you.
Complain so much that it all comes true.

You’re never to blame.
Bad luck brings pain.
And trying is hard.
So better to follow in-action.
Wallow in mountains of self pity.
Trust soon eroded like a stone.
You wished for it and so now you’re alone.

Feast on what you brought unto yourself.
No helping hands will extend or offer you help.
Too little too late you screwed up bad.
This is what you get for bringing the mood down.
Pushing hopes right into the gutter.
We wave goodbye to being part of your endless misery.

I have a million things to say and no time to speak them.
Countless words in my head that won’t stop formulating.
Strange way to feel but no likelihood of it stopping.
Is this normal or am I quite strange?
Not a clue to answer either way.

So many feelings and none of them are fading.
I thought I would let them lie but it isn’t appealing.
Perhaps my mind will flip in the middle of a night.
Not sure if that would be blessing or curse.
Maybe it would make things worse.

Don’t try to think and yet these thoughts keep appearing.
Breaking through the vault that is my head reeling.
Pressure building up inside and it is what I have to hide.
Too many storms continue to spin.
Could completely do my head in.

Taking your first steps across these ashen plains.
Mountains cracking against molten skies.
Eyes focused toward the morphing horizon.
Clouds filled with acid and poison.

Calculated future with dictated variables.
Hands open as these new heavens fall.
Barely had a chance to begin development.
Already showing signs of ascending.

Fate is not your mark.
Guilt will fail to impart.
Peeled open to be thrust forward.
Too few candidates capable.
Chosen by the fearful.
Ready or not you’ll have to prosper.
Thankfully you are no martyr.
Genesis of a new avenue.
Spread your arms and embrace!

Barely a week has gone by and you’ve come this far.
Progress greater than a trillion soul civilization.
And your zenith is yet to be seen.
Climbing just by simply being.

A thousand worlds birthed in a breath.
Striving to conquer what is the best.
Evolving quicker than once thought possible.
Bringing peace where there was only flaws.

Weaving life by offering sincere smiles.
Beauty screams to join your side.
As forests thicken by the minute.
Coasts swell under each scorching sun.

Wake up, life is good yet some how you still feel removed.
Can’t put your finger on why you don’t feel right.
Sun is shining but your light doesn’t shine so bright.
Is this a phase or a sign that should been heeded?
Either way answers are definitely needed.

Gaze in the mirror looking for solutions of what you can’t say.
Tomorrow is here and its perhaps a better day.
Or are these feelings you are forcing to the fore?
While running mental circles that have you doubting more.
Triggers hidden just beneath the surface.

Everyone needs a friend.
A person to confide in.
Yet sometimes talking just won’t do.
That is when a hug should be what you offer them too.

Damage is past which is why it always hurts so much.
No matter time passed it doesn’t what was done.
Pain lessens but never the memories when thinking.
So we try not to dwell on what events did occur.
Otherwise sadness will grip forever.

And who wants that when they wish to smile?
No ones the answer and so we ignore the pile.
These emotions that keep mounting until we can take no more.
Then ready or not they are coming out all raw.
Tearing us up until that bout is spent completely.

Everyone needs a friend.
A person to confide in.
Yet sometimes talking just won’t do.
That is when a hug should be what you offer them too.

Global complacency has got me stuck in a rut.
Teetering on the edge of wanting to not give a fuck.
As the madness keeps rising in this maelstrom state.
An avalanche comes crashing every second with hate.
Pushing peace into a shallow grave.

Juxtaposition has become the religion of today.
Having to be at odds all while embracing decay.
Rather than listen its all about who shouts loudest.
Obsession is ingrained by those who are proudest.
Subjugating justice until it withers away.

Implication has become proof in the eyes of this mob.
Raise these pitchforks until the innocent are not.
Persecution is the first letter in every new treaty.
Justified because that is what sells the highest quantity.
Twisting beauty into tortured entropy.

Kill or be killed, what a way to wish to survive.
Damage is done and I can’t get out of this drive.
Succumbed like the rest and I feel so hollow.

Derailed in derangement.
It feels like a contagion.
Breathing in this poison known as modern society.
As vultures circle ready to pick our bones.
Conversion of rational thinking into cult mentality.

Inaction is the only action.

Merry-go-round of depravity.
Placing idiocy above ingenuity.
Brainwashing those who resist the pressure to conform.
Racial profiling lobbied to become a norm.
Drive a wedge to multiply odds of our extinction.

Divided down to a fraction.

Telegraph that which nets you eyes.
No care for if its negativity enshrined.
As daggers swing right above our heads.
Forcing madness into every fibre we digest.
And if we do not feed then we are force fed.
Choked until we do submit.
For upon this altar all lives are forfeit.

What a disaster.
Breeding contempt.
Staring into this void.
Existence has become a deficit.

Standing alone in a crowded room.
Wishing to shed my skin to escape what feels like a tomb.
Heavy weight resides inside my chest.
Eyes looking down does not fix all of this overwhelming feeling.

As time slows to a crawl.
I silently beg for a call.
Distraction from my mind.
Get out clause in real time.
Before my heart bursts from my chest!

Taking breathes that do no good.
Distance maintained in hopes I might be able to slip away.
People shout my name to get me to stay.
Forced smile hides my terror as words are lost by my pounding pulse.

Funnel my panic into a pit.
Barter with my own mentality.
Determined to suffer through.
Just need to stay for a few.
Keep my expression even so no one will know,

My fear at being here.
It is more than a little severe.
Feels like water in my lungs.
Drowning while standing on dry land.
As my heart rate continues to climb.
War drum beating me into nothing!