Shallow

 

Worthless
As in unable to levy

My mind is adrift as always

I mean with the utmost sincerity
I try with all my might
But I never grew a taste for life

I bathe in the cold
The prickling fickle
Erasing my soul
By each dream and each vision

The weight is unbearable
I scribe without lie
The air leaves me breathless

My stained shallow life

With thorns in my eyes
I doubt I’d be more bitter
With morn breathing light
I wish I hadn’t had risen

The pride
Still alive
Screaming.
Needing to die
But it can’t
And it won’t
So,
I continue to try

Stories are boring
When read more than once
Imagine the feeling you were never picked up

My fault they will say
But my shoulders tell different tales
To wallow here rotting
In bars of perdition
Failed

 

A Curious Version

Usurping assertions
I can’t help but care
The second thought’s mirthful
I wished it was air

The point to develop
Has become to defend this breath
Boxed myself off again
Whilst rotten teeth greet grinning sense

What a curious version
I feel I’ve become
The feelings have lessened
While phrases tease flames with a muted sob

On wards and upwards
Towards what exactly?
Too much
And nothing
I bellow abruptly

I’m tired of the  non sense
Passed from person to person
The year of the searing
Won’t alter its vintage

New growth into fury
How dare they contain
Within the thought bubble
The serfs rebute pain

But see that is impossible
Cruel and with drooling
The human has danced
Pushed all edges of movement

Nothing would live
If it didn’t stand a chance at first
The drive to be
As the drive should be

Instinct is chastised enjoyment
Thank small minds for swallowing time

 

However Yellow

Rather fond of this piece I wrote so I thought It deserved a reshare until I find fresh inspiration

The Wires, Like Roots

Some say its fate

Some say its hate

I say its nothing more than grazing

Trampled meadow

However yellow

Is the product of the phasing

Transition

Its tradition is to try to save the chain

But in its haste

To keep its state

They never check if stocks in date

.

Militant ignorant’s

Boorish and crude

For some unfounded reason

They think that they own this place.

Their piece on the board

Will not move till someone says it does

But as movement strikes bland

You’d think the pawns invented luck

Our home,

Not the playground

Of the cult of fetish death

Guilt should be shat upon

Not placed on daggers hilt and edge.

Humans?

Eschewmans

The instinct runs deep

Forever trapped drowning

Spasm as they breathe

The change that is needed

May not need me

But my conscience speaks volumes

When volume cant speak.

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However Yellow

Some say its fate

Some say its hate

 

I say its nothing more than grazing

 

Trampled meadow

However yellow

 

Is the product of the phasing

 

Transition

Its tradition is to try to save the chain

 

But in its haste

To keep its state

 

They never check if stocks in date

.

Militant ignorant’s

Boorish and crude

 

For some unfounded reason

They think that they own this place.

 

Their piece on the board

Will not move till someone says it does

 

But as movement strikes bland

You’d think the pawns invented luck

 

Our home,

Not the playground

Of the cult of fetish death

Guilt should be shat upon

Not placed on daggers hilt and edge.

Humans?

Eschewmans

The instinct runs deep

Forever trapped drowning

Spasm as they breathe

The change that is needed

May not need me

But my conscience speaks volumes

When volume cant speak.

 

Pit

Deep in the pit
The magus did sit
Surrounded by floundering
Excuses of skin

Un-nerved isn’t the word
I think quaking sounds better
Like an earthquake the shaking
The trembling beckons

In alternate life
He would be on the news
In refusal to give
He decides he must take instead

But no.

That’s not how it goes
To defeat poisoned teeth
You must go to the source
The fact of life, sured

Go for the biggest onces nerves
And the rest will grow fear for the floor that they serve

 

Vacuum

Withering
Beside the antidote
With rainfall
Brings soured oats
Raise the anchor
From the oceans back
Fill the trench
As quick as you can
Vacuum
Resume
The spiral
Aligns us
Take stock of the motion
Full stop.
Redesign us
The spirit is willing
But the spirit is mindless
The mind must combine
With the beast to define us

The Wires, Like roots

Upwards the stems grow
Towards the light
Not even a second spent
To contemplate the concequence.
The wires
Like roots
They supply.
Serpetine promises
To eyes oh so promising

In darkness the screen flickers bright
The dancing of answers of questions commanding light

For once the red eyes in the screen
Direct their gaze at you and me
The life you have
Won’t mean a thing
In frozen cells your mind will weep
Acid rain will drown the sea
Starve the fields
Strain as you breathe
In graves on mass
The buzzards feast
On ground compacted human meat

Silence will be the only sensation
In a world where wires bleed
Prothetic existance
Once stolen from me
Will give birth to the static we hear in our sleep.

The tin cans will march,
In suits made of molten pain
The movements grow faster
Extracting our swollen brains
The latent hate beckons
Emotion is what they take
Leave the drones drooling

Continue at steady pace.