Unbroken escape.

Chain unbroke
afraid I spoke
                       with a painful poke
                      from, escape I awoke
                          to a handed rope
not sure I'll cope
                    so dangling
                               feet,
                                  I choke.

Now its the old rope
that lies, unbroke.

Back to forward.

A therapeutic serum that's laid out in verse
in plain view, but hidden from search
here and there, lies my humble church.

Not writing down words
with the ability to shout
confined with the hate
that's foaming at the mouth
so to the hypothetical ten, I count
to learn something new, ready for the next bout.

The mental mind's assistant.

Sinking back down
trusting the paid clowns
who, follow the value of the pound
and they wonder why I'm internally bound
so scream a cry, now it's a joyful sound.

You think your the bitch that rules
your a business puppet, a brain dead tool
see ignorance mated and created a fool
her soul died now she's a walking ghoul
the hate you exert, leaves you open to ridicule
so I'll use the anger as fuel
and leave the cruel, bleeding, crawling in their own drool.

The low lost road.

Looking up from the bottom
got no other direction
visualize realty gain, no one taught him
so he exists a mere fraction.

Walk the shoes, of those that lose
happiness is all a ruse
blockade every road you choose
every wrong decision, shortens the fuse
play the detective, gathering the clues
and maybe the road won't leave an eternal bruise.

Exhibit A exhibit C, no B
missing pieces, the eyes cant see
drives the brain insane, solo psychology
as hallucinations take control of reality
and forever lost in a false serenity.

Circular rope.

Closed lungs, gasping for air
neck hung, life laid bare
the songs sung, left a bewildering stare

In training.

See the pain, I retain
with this brain, ordinary's an ultimate drain
not saying there's no gain just need time to train.

A smile feigned, but never in vain.

Time to reflect.

Life's not perfect
the mistakes and the regret
history of violence
so why is the blood still wet?

Cold nights
looking down iron sights
shot fired, a flash of light
the origin of a million dead fight.

Trigger pulled, time's slowed
a faint light as the barrel glowed
bullets emptied as the gun reloads
clocks in reverse as the snow lifts off the road.

Equal and opposite is the galactic code
too much death and it'll take what's owed.

Pen of yours

Right lets get the writing
pick a topic, like the country's infighting
choose a perception, like one of the frightened
and fill the gaps with familiar sightings
dark words that twist, make it exciting
place a hopeful parable so the minds are enlightened
and create a story of your own liking.

Where I be.

Diagnosed mentally ill
saying I don't take life seriously
handing me a "medicinal" pill
trying to change, who I'm supposed to be.

Offer the help while backing away
so what am I supposed to say
shadows, is the game I won't play.

Just tell the truth, power is the reason you stay
so let me be, so I can find my own way.

Jumping through hoops, for a healthy change
but I'll remain a moving target, down the shooting range

The wedding day of hell

Locked in, shut down
forever resting under ground
a makeshift cross atop the mound
here is where the young are bound.

Higher they walk, more bones underfoot
look at the soul you'll see the blood, squashed guts
look at their eyes, the dried up tear ducts
as the future stands afraid and shook.

Generations ahead,vultures fed
over consumption stopped them, from flying overhead
the blue planet, that turned red
in case words are to subtle, everyone dead.

The future, if the past and present wed.

My own.

Search an alternative destination
accept no home, within a nation
future and life, there's no relation
so turn away from the comfortable temptation.

I mix the elixir, then I drink the mutation
now, I'm my own creation.

Life killers.

Edging towards an oppressor
multiplying unnecessary pressure
keep pushing, like their trying to test ya

              So..

Let the psycho run through
blood, smashed glass, look what the devil drew
lie there gasping, now what you going to do?

Back to the wall
take the eternal fall
or, kill 'em all
now, answer that, satanic phone call.

Making space.

Reach out the hand, a helpful act
but notice how the good get the sack
while the blind turn their backs
solo riding, upon the wrong tracks.

Making space, a descriptive name
playing with lives like a board game
came for aid and they increased the pain.

Escape, search for an alternate destination
with a higher employed expectation
instead of a distant observation
of other peoples damaged limitation.

Just be.

Cease the march
weapons grounded
play the part
heavens founded

Flame in the night.

Took the hits, internal shame
thrown punches, broken fingers.

A second wind, its a new day
my dues that I need to pay
no reason to place the blame
nothing changes when we all do the same.

For hates, a cowardly flame.

You can see the fire spread
up close, individual embers
you'll see their fragile nature

don't let the weak make our bed
nightmare, we're blindly led.

In the night
a fires a bright sight
but it's not a guiding light
seduction is how the flame fights.

End is nigh. (part 2)

can't see past the sarcastic lies
turn around open your eyes
and celebrate, our new life

witness the clouds end
reach out your hand
there's a new friend.

Before the world erodes
we got to change, the human code
no more life's sold
upon this peaceful road
and maybe then the end, is slowed.

Listen close, the story's ready to be told.

End is nigh.

Wanna see the height dive
smashed up hive
"pick up the knife"

lets get the end started
stick up a middle finger
to the newly departed.

Watch the space rock implode
dress warm, heavens cold
hell, was all about the gold
the worlds grown to old
dying, covered in mould.

Listen close, the story has already been told

Internal banishment.

Buried deep
self to keep
amnesia creeps
misplaced sleep
mental peak
made weak.

No way back through
nothing to go back to
mind drew something new
forever shall remain, half true

Fast talking throne.

Manipulating words turn evil right
misplaced power, takes away the light
lead the people into the night
to blind their sight, of the mass fight
watch safe from your towering height
no care for the creation of the human blight.

Twisted history, is the story they write.

Think bigger.

Think big picture
always the bigger, fucking picture
can't take the pressure set by eyes
so let me be on my only
cos' even when I'm with others, I still feel lonely
turn away from what the cynics told me.

The sight that shines eternal
must be preserved
I can't watch others die
got to be everlasting life
something for them, to come back to.

Can't see me.

Hands tied
brain fries
soul dies
teary eyes.

A smiling disguise.

Internal headstone.

No home to hold back the cold
lord pause the clock before I get old
because with these cards, I'm ready to fold
bless me with another, a reason to keep hold.

For when I die
I'll be wide awake, laughing as time flies by
so that never ending cheer
stays buried deep within my soul.

For it was written
on my, internal headstone.

Open eyed dream.

Healing embrace
the confines of a safe place

wrapped into two
enveloped somewhere true

if only, here eternal
where the inside becomes external

Heaven speaks in facts
when a separate heart beats at your back.

So hold on, don't let go
and your dreams you'll truly know.

In waiting.

I'm so fucking sick of hiding behind
the symbolistic, hypothetical constructions
didn't trust myself with the blueprints
so got to think.

Find a place to rest, catch a breath
to leave this home I'll have nothing left.

Oh, see the rabbit run, give chase
turn the corner it vanished without a trace.

Mental mind games sent to interrupt my escape
same sort of protest every turn that I face
symbolic gestures to misplace hate
to many times have I took the bait
brought the time to boarder the gate.

The only thing that scares me is when hope says.
"Just wait."

Hide no seek.

Quick hide behind the curtain
its the perfect spot of which I'm certain.

Time elapsed, just watching what they do
stick out a foot, a little clue
but no eyes seem to recognise the shape of the shoe.

Spent hours with the constant view
of a picture that looks the same
with or without you.

Now there's somewhat of a choice
appear with open arms to try to salvage what remains
or hide with a smile and an enlightened voice
that says, your not the same and there's no shame.

Let not see.

A cover, a mask a disguise
to shield innocent eyes from mental demise.

Diversions made from insignificant lies
paves a road to life denied.

So put on a face and your redefined
creation turned, the fragile mind.

Start anew.

Know if I could see a way through the fog
I would do it, no second guessing
walk from the road that's heavily trod
slay the nightmare most pressing
pacify the heart, with a thirst for the haunting.

Know the knowledge was carried on mortal shoulders
that the battlefield in which our father told us
was one of our own creation.

Condemned to live.

Dark surrounds the invisible one
light torments with desire
embers spit from the eternal fire
come to rest on scarred skin, the feelings gone.

How to sleep, when trying so hard to remain
broken pieces never fit the same.

Time spent with internal hate
convinced its for others sake
pain like this, it must be fate.

Judgement from behind heavens gates

Plant the seed

Slaves to the governmental whim
political arrogance to tell us what's a sin.

Tell me, when does nature win.

Just wanna smoke
with a laugh and a joke
tell me no, that freedoms been revoked

their living great with a house and car
you can get pissed up, start a fight
in your local, city bar

I'd rather sit with a grin
don't tell me its a sin.

You ain't living like the majority
yet you think you have the authority
to tell me, my priority
look at how you fucked todays society

starting wars for money
on t.v laughing like its funny.

Take the advice:
you catch more flies with honey

knowledgeable divide.

A shepherd set in routine
calculating steps of places he's been
to keep an eye on sights already seen.

A sheep in field, to eat and play
at night a dream, of the following day
an ignorant mind needs no instructions to obey
all that is required is a place they can lay.

A mind able to roam so free
to wonder for hours, the sight of a tree.

Always there but elsewhere
a thought without the care
numbed hate, if its a trait we could share.

A nobody hates knowledge of self.

Eyes that see
my perception is free
mentally, I'm just me

so speak with the poison tongue
my attention don't last long
stop for a breath, and I'll tell you you're wrong.

Me, is what I know
its stones that you throw
all that you bring, is the cry of the crow.

The sharpness of darkness.

Trapped in the hollow
with only the echo to follow
asking god if its his strength you can borrow
to gift the sight to see tomorrow.

For the dark has blades
cut wounds, leave scars, time wont fade.

Life spent stood, next to an unmarked grave.

Behind closed doors.

The brain teaser
the mind freezer
the body seizure.

The secret life of a crowd pleaser.

Thrust to end

Look across
the sight is lost
red, the battle cost