Staring at the ghostly face that glares back at me.Nothing about its dead eyes elicits comfort today.Haunting sense that my death is right around the bend.What stands before me is perhaps a final bloody end. Cause for too long voices have bickered in my mind.Each one a victim in its own belief structure defined.With noContinue reading “I Will Not”
Category Archives: poetry
Pressure Inflicted
With these dreams in my heart and my head fixed on prevailing there is no way I am quitting.You can think me mad or even a fool but I will continue to work to be my very best.I may falter in my endeavour to be better than I was yesterday, though that does not meanContinue reading “Pressure Inflicted”
Choosing Blue
Why are you so adamant that you want to sleep?Stay in a simulation over which you have no agency.Made to wander upon a predestined path that is not your choosing.Does that not sound like the ultimate kind of loosing?Where nothing you do can and will ever matter.Instead you are just a cog in a machine.WhenContinue reading “Choosing Blue”
What Has Become
Tendrils pour down from above.Mind is racing without cause.For a new system will soon evolve.Birthed from our days of old.Integration is an inevitability.Resist or accept is linearity. With eyes of wonder you stare into the void.Hope is what you ache to feel once more.A beat in your chest, a light in your mind.For too longContinue reading “What Has Become”
A.Lie
Your AI is a lie.Stealing work from others to get a fast reply.Putting no effort in, hoping to get mountains out.Ignoring damage done to line your pockets however you can. There is no line you would not cross.Pilfer every item in this world if it will pay you.Difference between you and crook, none.Bottom feeding degenerateContinue reading “A.Lie”
A Path
Swirling round the open air.Haven’t got a single care.Here today, gone tomorrow.Do as wished while ignoring sorrow.For these days are what you make them.No point in treading water and forsaking,Things that may never come to pass.What matters most is enjoying this path.One you walk alone or with a group.Doesn’t matter as long as you choose,ThatContinue reading “A Path”
Holding My Wreath
I lie flat on my back and feel the world spin.Not sure if its real or I’m just dreaming.Could hear a pin drop but there ain’t no sound.When I open my eyes everything gets loud.Like my senses get overloaded.My temper flares as if I’m goaded.Prevented from being me and free. Stand on an edge andContinue reading “Holding My Wreath”
Weeping Statues
Slap in the face is my biggest disgrace.For this world order is little but a lie.Same old story regurgitated by new crooks.Sort of people who want to burn books.Damaging our future for their own greed.Slaughtering this pearl called democracy.Inconvenient to plans they wish to enact.Its why often terrorists is what they’ve backed. This set ofContinue reading “Weeping Statues”
Victimised
Shift to the right I get a punch in the jaw.Slide to the left and I suffer so much more.With no way forward all I can do is go back.But in doing so I’m under constant attack. Face up to my enemies just to lose.Outnumbered worse than ten to two.Feel my days are short andContinue reading “Victimised”
Be The Switch
One more spin around the sun and I refuse to stop.Another year but I’m still here living as I want.Might not be perfect or what I planned though that won’t make me frown.Life does not move in straight lines whether you are prince or clown. Laugh for the joy.Wink for some fun.Clap like a madContinue reading “Be The Switch”
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