Close your eyes and feel at peace.
Lapping waves and sun beats.
Weight lifts as you drift on by.
No longer do you feel like you’ll be crushed alive.

For times are a changing.
Sometimes things will be rearranging.
But when tides switch you don’t have to follow.
Instead you go enjoy this path and not wallow.
For tumbles happen but don’t need to define.
Pick yourself up and meander down this fine line.
Taking stock of what has come before.
You’re not the first and won’t be the last I can assure.
Though it doesn’t mean these days are foretold.
After all this life is yours to mould.

Take a deep breath to let joy flow through you.
Smile on your lips as you bathe in this glow.
Whether it’s the light of the moon or the scorching sun…
You can be enraptured by both of them.

Drink in what serves you best.
This is your journey not a pre-determined test.
Take a deep breath and float on the breeze.
Feel your mind and body soar with the greatest of ease.
But never feel guilt for wanting to be happy.
If people say otherwise it’s cause they are crappy.

Drink from all fonts of splendor.
Never fall foul of some falsified render.
A soul who excels at pulling you under.
Rather than helping you to reach even higher ground.

You are an author in this story for you.
Do not feel compelled to bend if you don’t want to.
Rather refuse if others pressure your vibe.
For each and every day is your handpicked ride.
Meandering along as you see fit.
Ultimately these are all your personal moments.
Only to be shared with those you deem worthy.

How many more times are you going to deny?
Times are tough but you still act like the victimised.
Drawing comparison to atrocities of the past.
Yet in all truth you’re the one who should be nailed to the mast.

Stop, look, listen and don’t do anymore talking.
Cause what I see is but a segment of a brain that doesn’t tick.
Too busy gobbing off as though you are meant for something different.

But you are a fad.
One that spews only vitriol.
Sick of seeing you treated like a God.
True heroes don’t hide when times are hard.
They put up their fists and prepare for war.

Instead you run as far away as you can.
Pitiful how you think you won’t be seen as a coward obsessed by scams.
Winding down rivers you invented for yourself.
Still one day you’ll go right off this edge!

Terminate your fractured form.
Stand back and accept that you’re wrong.
Bow your head and show some humility.
After all you have been acting like a cult leader for longer than a real body.

Spin the blade then drive it deep.
Combat these shadows that do creep.
Fuelling nightmares which refuse to abate.
How long before they have more than physical shape?

As iris twins beneath the sky.
It is time to snap this lie.
Adhering to principles sold for a paltry sum.
Drowning your fears as they haunt whenever day is done.

Idealised but failing to soar.
Subtract that which cannot adore.
While beneath these stumps a new anger grows.
Threatening to rend that which continues to tempt others to their death throes.

Mulched and beaten.
Grieving as they are torn sunder.
Here in this tomb you will find no wonder.
Pillaged by hands obsessed with pain.
What lies beneath lingers in emotions of shame.

Compounding terror until a termination point forms.

Drink in hunger while memory shifts.
Beware of charity for some will not be gifts.
As curses doled are prisons in all but name.
Each of the devoted antagonists plays a role in this lopsided game.
Designed to bring calamity down on you.
Face their accusations under every burning sun!

There is hope in pretty things.
Smile as they dance between.
Bringing joy right to the fore.
Time to revel in what makes me love to my core.

Eyes fixed on sights so new.
Drinking in all that I could do.
Interest piqued from noon to night.
Not sure things have ever been quite so bright.

Foster and grow.
Never let it go.
To nurture is to learn.
It’s time for your turn.

All around it’s oh so pretty.
Watching with baited breath.
Studying as if it’s revolutionary.
Never wishing to be one who is stationary.

You live and love.
Bloom from a bud.
And I did too.
Life is more than what we do.

Pump these waters with filth.
But feel no guilt.
Guaranteed your bonuses.
While raising all your prices.

What is it that we pay for?
Sounds like a new car with an engine roar.
Guzzling and spewing fumes as you smile.
Fifteenth one in a year but you feel no denial.
For your position is a safe bet.
While the rest of us have to wallow in your excrement.

Just don’t think if you fall we will provide aid.
You picked money over health for everybody.
No doubt because it wasn’t in your back yard.
So what is the harm as long as you’re lounging poolside?

Traitors and liars you take what you can.
Lie through your teeth no matter the outcome.
While sickness and disease were fostered en masse.
Craven cowards you tied yourself to these hated masts.

What is it that we paid for?
Sounds like a new car with an engine roar.
Guzzling and spewing fumes as you smile.
Fifteenth one in a year but you feel no denial.
For your position is a safe bet.
While the rest of us have to wallow in your excrement.

Turned water for drinking into a blight on nature.
Children were paddling while you protested over nomenclature.
Providing excuses for your sickness inducing deeds.
But it was too late for these actions filled all news feeds.

Buried in a pit.
Drinking my own spit.
Suffocate from ruin.
So dehydrated I don’t know what I’m doing.

My eyes feel like they’re peeling back in my skull.
I search what I feel but still don’t know.
So much is sloshing around in my head.
Am I the monster?
Or a victim pretending I’m dead!

Porcelain fragility reflected back as I stare.
Don’t know why I’m so scared.
But hairs on my back are standing up straight.
Feel some movement.
I just want to flee from this place, okay?

But daylight never comes.
Eternal darkness spins as I come undone.
I see an edge but it looks weak.
Or maybe that’s just I know I can’t quite reach.
Out of power I slump in the mud.
Fingernails claw at this sodden crud.
Throat dry enough I’d rather drown in my own blood.

Buried in a pit.
Devoid of any spit.
Slipping off as I fade away.
My time is up for there was no chance for me.

I died today.
Not my way.

Reformation is a dirty word.
Speak too loud and you’ll be interred.
Clamped with iron and led away.
But you won’t be seen again after that day.

Disappeared into the void between.
Shady ops have become a daily thing.
Pruning dreams that once could flourish.
If you wish to eat then conform so not to be punished.
Terror state.
Does not lie in wait.
It comes for you.
Fall in line,
Or you’ll be suffocated too.

Revolution is now long forgotten.
Dig too deep and you’ll be at the bottom…
Of a grave filled with those who did stand up.
For that they had their lives completely cut.

Disappeared into the void between.
Shady ops have become a daily thing.
Pruning dreams that once could flourish.
If you wish to eat then conform so not to be punished.
Terror state.
Does not lie in wait.
It comes for you.
Fall in line,
Or you’ll be suffocated too.

When did fiction become fact?
And why do we continue with this act?
Pretending our future is so guaranteed.
When in reality we are being kept under heel.
Told it is wrong to think and feel.
Judged for wanting to live our own way.
Hamstrung by these systems that encroach further every day.

Terror state.
Does not lie in wait.
It comes for you.
Fall in line,
Or you’ll be suffocated and tossed away.
But only after an interrogation of what led you to stray.
It should be clear to any body.
We wish to be free.
Not suffer for greed born from the elite’s entree.

Belching corruption that calcifies our air.
Rolling in bills that elevate them above despair.
Writing cheques for future gens who are unable to repay.
Pity there is no remorse for all they do and say.

Suits talking cheap cause it’s all they got.
Another market buyout turning good to rot.
Fueling greed with ever increasing disparity.
Choking on smog that they claim harms nobody.

Dose of deception festering in form.
Carcass is a misnomer that we can’t reform.
Gorging chips with data stolen from it’s cot.
What they have they will keep but ensure that we do not.
All to keep these scales tipped in their favour.
For this inequality is their desired flavour.
Yet no one is able to resolve this crooked game.
So instead these shady souls misdirect with fame.
Casting beams of light onto distracting peeps.
However right beneath the surface this whole system reeks.
Propped up by fashions better left to fade.
Sadly these oligarchy types have long since been bought and paid!

Drowning in an ocean of detritus and debris.
Burning out eyes from every dazzling screen.
Suppressing urges to right this ship gone wrong.
Problem is this pyramid has existed for so long.

And it’s grown fat with every person claimed.
These corpos have decided who gets paid.
So all are indebted until past when they die.
Don’t think…
These entities will ever give a shit about the little guy.