A humans race.

Keep changing the start sign
running miles for a three foot race
the finish ribbon change to entwine
wrap around to pull you back at the waist
fall hard, awake to a box with the smell of pine
shallow breath of a life encased, labelled misplaced.

Guess it's, till do us part, rise while lied in decline.

Eureka.

Crown the eureka for the pounds measurable
to golden life beholden to the ever fashionable.

Look up and down visions the same, only seconds evolutionary.

Lets grow down together, too few to start again
listening close to those easily sustained
on where to aim, yet misdirect and labelled de-ranged
illusionary right for distractionary pain to keep the populace sane.

Inoke the wisdom of minimal minute men drowning, in nominal fame.

Encore

Captivating deception of programming decapitation.

So you like cardboard names, hunger fuelled meals to ration
harrowing waves of sorrow in an overcrowded station.

"Good, so wipe the fountain full of tears
for we, not you, are in for a bountiful salvation."

So you like swelling sores, as long as there's pills to cure
the aches and feverish pains radiate in vain, as screams sound more.

"Good. For we exclaim the destractionary gain, the discharge that drains
'pon the destructionary visuals that populate the echoing applause,
 for an encore."

Forever and a day.

Better days is just a lighter shade of grey.

A peaceful night is just a heart without the fight.

The comfort zone is just ropes for walls to reenact a home.

An open mind is just so the zombies can easily dine.

Heaven on earth is just a church eternally cursed
and forever and a day, is just tomorrow.

Information Gathering Shadows.

Grown shadows understand the light
still darkness excreting from a bulbous height
killing what? Age, blackout the sight for grounded flight
witnessing growth from fickle perceptual delight
learned mass of late right words, now able to recite
radiating out as wasted heat, deceiving a heavenly feat
as a warm embrace from the reeducated reflective, satellites.

Skeletal pendants.

Hell o' greetings from the strangled
tightened grip of the halo enlightened noose
where ravenous shadows retreat to their internal mangled roost.

Conversational debates of the best artificial bait
to lace a verbal knotted rope to entice an ill-conceived fate
and offer a low ranking system in which to outwardly rate.

Good bystand the grandiosely clawing, delegating ascendants
to fall witness to the only living mortal remnants.
The waving, ever shining, skeletal pendants.

I ain't.

I ain't have to kill to know that there's a thrill
I ain't have to have kids to know I'd rather get rid
I ain't have to torture to know that blades puncture
I ain't have to fuck around to know the erection goes down
I ain't have to do the same to know I'm the only one to blame
I ain't have to write this to know my life ain't worth shit
I ain't have to know the gifts ignorance bestows
to know I'd rather know, before the consequences bury me below.

Crowd surfers.

Stage dive to handed comfortability
for your held high among a crowded deity
and crash a fall for your ununique in the common rarity
of disdained fingers groping your vanity
left aged, lost in reminiscent hilarity
giving the advice on immature sanity
hoping to renew, shrivelled loins warranty.

Peer through.

Peer through drawn curtains
as peers throw their own personal burdens
self project all directions, though the aim is anything but random
so stay atop the stairs, a silent witness on the landing
hating, reflecting the times they landed the hits
gave back and crowded with the stomping kicks
primary made, a foundation of grounded bricks.

Walk on out to see actions embraced, understood
smiling faces viewed from under mud
unearthed, gave birth to, vile eyes in a disgusting disguise
bile filled lies loathing the standing living size
becomes a comfortable home within the mind
talking to cannibals as they dine on someone's lost behind
calm blood splattered conversation, although nonaligned
until redefined, within the encapsulating decline of the realistic design.

Philosophical globe.

Bed saw, bed sores
as an unequivocal cure
for beauty's a genderless whore
to invoke the mid split war
blooded hearts destroyed
while raincoat wearing, clubbing hordes
as red coats queue outside club doors
impishly pestering the no more
then wink towards exclaimed toys
moaning, dripping puddles of pleasurable gore.

Name-less.

Name strip, soul shriek
fallen knees, eyes weep
grounded deep, paranoia creeps
eternally bleed, nightmare sleep
fading eulogy for unknown's reaped.

Herded stories

Bottle fed, unpacified young
rattled head, misplaced wrong
battle red, bass-lined song
unsettled dead, unspoken far too long
trample on ahead, with nowhere to belong
sample thy daily bread, 'pon the starving swollen cattled tongues
ample seed birth amply bred,
for young tongues belong to songs sung on a generational long wrong.

Zero-one. 2?

Blind back-patting, ego fattening

comfortable politeness grants no backing

being good breaks the code, no hacking

for the outnumbered’s are outflanking

the computerised mind 1-zero-1, I’m outranking

relearning the beginning, 101, imagination in the making

then 2 step back out, to a world evolved beyond binary simulations

where, lost in the translation of the bewildering alien deviation.

Holey wall.

Red topped an ever-grey backdrop

a bullseye marked, a prerequisite weak spot

keep hit count high, pressurised cracks appear atop

grey blames red, for the inevitable holey wall

yet red was grey before the lonely, bloody, fall.

Colour enlightened, enacts a canvas picturesque

to move frame by frame at incomprehensible speed

each damaging moment like a cigarette burn, show a reel change   

an eternal fire encased in the flickers, stuck, between the viewable scenes.

Ode to you.

Step to step, face to face to pains repaid debt

timed hands caress the face of regret

as eyes deepen anew gaze amidst a crowd of unfocused haze

held back words of premature heavenly praise

of an immaculate masterpiece, perfectly unframed

a message relayed through sight, lips ready to recite

an ode to your levitating beauty, for reaching, such a benevolent height.

Stock homed.

A symbol to aim the hate

I love to become, leave them with foamed salivation

at my circular salvation of an enemy surrounded fate.

Accustomed to the piecing decorations

not bleeding, pleading for renewed lacerations

invented wounds to heal, be got sympathetic reactions

two bound, by ones hallucinations of acceptable fascinations

 leaves trails littered with misinterpreted aspirations

and derailing accusations, to earn the peer pressured justifications.

A verbal chain tied around two

which is which and who is who?

Highlight, copy and paste.

Scene filled with 'fragile', left behind, lines

cursing time for regrettable hindsight

for lined creation, comes from alternatively agile minds

and judged by the differentially blind

to conform to the known, to make it easier to find

the right plagiarised words to wrongly recite

confidently speaking loud, while looking down, left to right

reading the confusing lines, from amidst the bright highlights.

This isn't about the plagiarised pen writing might

but a plague that infects the mass-produced eyes

a contagious sight, that morphs mislabelled lives.

Satanic entertainment.

Static enveloped vision

white noise deafens

yet can't help but listen

to the random psychotic confessions

of lost misplaced souls, looking for a place to nest in.

Keep moving, each step is nervous unsure

laughter echoes, rattling the unsecure floor

invoking an earthquake to shatter uncovered walls

just as those damned disembodied voices scream, "encore"

and the bricks reconstruct, to a slightly different pattern then before.

Time withdrawn, redrawing self made internal lore

was the actual cause, of the pre-expressed unchivalrous war

of demons unshackled, the spies immortally abhorred

for they sabotage the retinas just to rearticulate the gore I endure  

left I squinting, beauty blinded, worlds marked a constant eyesore.

Perfected encased memories eternally fall

deforming.

All hail, the Devils performance.

Basket case.

Take a walk, slow for your heads hooded

blindness forced as fruit pelted, walk blooded

unsympathetic guide moves from your side to behind

another grabbed, pulled you up wooded steps to kick you to bended decline

unveiled afore a crowd of hatred and an unknown figure with an axe to grind.

Slumped on block as the jeering orchestra resigned, to cheer filled chimes.

                                                                   Cut deep, for feasting, many a hungry eyes.

One track minds.

Shhhh, my manic thoughts race

pillow smothered, sleep as I suffocate   

imagined fate to recreate left a fall from grace

the second wave grown from second rate

left the crowd inflated, eating off an over flown plate

just baiting the hate as hopes born without faith

decorated words left regurgitated actions easy to manipulate.

To hell with the hesitant, no accommodation for the alternate.

Rocked awake.

Rock slide the free ride

broken, from completion derived.

Boulders split open, free the rocks caged inside

rocking their inner stones in a vigorous lullaby

to but a speck unrecognized, to a child's eyes.

Cliffside, let loose the cascading rubble

and show the great ocean, as but a shallow puddle.

Self paved.

Walk down the hurdled road
no back tracking on the mistaken codes
for Humans an excuse to misguided growth
brittle shoulders unable to hold a justified load.

Value the look back, for money talks, on the souls sold.

Grave thoughts.

Mind break, sanity drain, leeched mobbed

my deceased thoughts have been grave robbed

littered limbs show it was an inside job

hollow, hallow, holes of coffins unearthed

to grant vision to the inner most rotted dirt

back stepping behind self, the violation deserved

nightmare awake, cold sweat, omen heard.

                     Deaths been re-birthed.

Un-polished vision.

Flow dust ever go

'pon the streamed airwaves

never misplaced, entwined, eternity sowed

compiled in hills small, mountains stretched tall

fall to nothing,  yet inside you resides it all.

"Dust to dust" said the living dead

"for today I construct tomorrow, thank me instead."

"Yesterday came and went, thank you for seeing it through."

Dusted memories fall

 as time grew.

Different growth.

To vision different lives

a perceptual delight

either side an alternate act, undisguised

in the middle seems to divide

no need to comply

walk on leave behind

no need to decide

leave 'em beside

different paths is evolutionary rite

a subjective journey, no two alike.

Restless.

Crowned escape, celestial ascension

reopened gate, mindful reinvention

infinite fate, alternate dimension.

Beyond mortal attention

lies godly comprehension.

Knights mare.

Fire runner, ultimate show jumper

miss defender, violence interrupter

knighted passage, armoured encumbered  

in displaced wake, clashed swords lie asunder

blessed hunter, bestowed grace in Avalon summer

eternally yours, closed eyes reveal, her revoked slumber.

Tender hearts.

The names of the intended

individually shifts, forever amended

by the bleeding hearts of the offended

generalizing past tense talk, by those that surrendered   

constant solo walking for those painful defenders.

Personal relativity, is what makes love, so tender.

Ageless wonder.

Age always seems to take the blame

problematic numbers, assigned to the name

just to assert the authors, lack of understandable range.

An excuse stuck in the past, futures the same

forging a presence, forever in ever change. 

A shallow book offers no growth

just, an alternate page.

Greed indeed.

One life, wait, so much to see

and experience, grant unprincipled haste upon me.

                                                                

Choking, breathless, the curse of gluttony

exhausted, crashed down to the knee.

It was greed indeed, tempted moderation's fee.

Burdened depth.

Floating level, weighted bubble

snuggled amidst submerged rubble

o' how ye struggle, against the invasive shovel

a constricted, translucent form within a gardened puddle.

The trainer.

Mesmerized, by beauty benign

trapped breath at speechless pain

air displaced at perfections name

patience granted, as oxygen rejuvenates the brain.

A hollow presence, fully retrained.

The fine line of the institutionalized.

Crowned frown, of an understandable normality

armed melancholic jesters to ensure conformity

castled monoliths raised, cover mental deformity

sterilized walls, floors dictate halls, as far as the eyes can see

straitjackets worn by the fashionable majority

crazed humorous crowd silenced, by an invasive 'deity'

the hospital-ity of such insane hilarity, ends in total fatality.

Picture imperfect.

Deflect a disappointed reflection

hesitation for anger at the alternate perception

can't fathom the realism, of the egotistical deception

mirror smashed, laughed at, such a predictable reaction

each piece shows the same image, like it's everlasting.

The over thought.

See. No, where'd the vision run.

Sprinted past, lightning fast

on the horizon now, tired, looking cumbersome.

Should go to aid, or walk on and let perfection fade

unto a memorial umbrella, to protect from the rain

or act as a sail amidst the gale

and to be the inner fire, to soften the hail.

But alas.....

Maybe one day we'll meet again

and have the rest of our life, to reconcile.

Forewarned.

Constant truth takes a form words morph

true form, true that's physically scorned

true power, powers meticulously endorsed

powers trip is a fatal fall, souls stay unmourned

souls birthed in absence, silence echoes from stillborn

silence, souls true powers or witness the line redrawn

souls silence true powers, for souls searching since first dawn

for the past reflects the writing, forewarned.

Singular cloaks.

Put it on, it's only physical

if it weren't so sad

it'd be fucking hysterical

so write it in books, like it's just mythical

and put it in songs because the sights lyrical

carve it in stone for we're only told, solidity is biblical.

Reflect on the reality that you're, your own oracle.

Eye in time.

Grasp envisioned fantasy so strong        

collect sensational hope for it belongs

as an apple of the eye enticing the snake bites

to salivate the succulent taste, upon poison tongue

cursed envenomed body to wade through, time's blistering night

for the wait has been, so long

that the apple eyed right, turns to a misplaced wrong.

Today's wake.

Wake to a funeral, R.I.P to today

evaporate emotion as the brain roams astray

inside compressed, mindful feet say run away

but static blistered soles, soul, stands in compromising decay.

Blind perception.

Escape reality of alien sight

break the brain from perceptual right

and fall witness to truth, as blinding light.

Fleeting beauty.

Far reach a distance of space between

everyday a new vision but not what it seems

can't fathom the change, pictures so hard to read.

Flick book a masterpiece, for a pleasurable reprieve

can only look once, now it's time to leave.

Staged world.

Hide personal intentions, in a heart shaped locket

then sell the symbol to pad them pockets

and buy a weaponized topic, to dollar the gossip.

A world where only the staged 'prophets', profit.

Nothing.

Lost, numb in cold surroundings

hollow, substance left floundering.

Nothing, is grounding.

Prejudice truth.

People in groups with human shields

no solo on grass, but together on battlefields

and comrades preemptively lost, like fate was sealed

here is where the grave of truth, has been concealed.

Toxic coin.

Flip a coin heads or tails

if one sides wrong then the coin already failed.

Change the currency then maybe we all prevail.

But humanity flips the same old metal

and say human nature is fragile, a precious petal

well it is 50/50 if that coin morphs into a social medal

or foretells, your character as a social rebel.

Limerick.

Trick shot achieved fatal hat-trick

Camelot knights a trio of piercing hits

trinity mocked by the greedy rich

law sanctified the ground for cadavers ditch

well shrugged off like "that's just the way it is"

or "tell me about it life aint half a bitch"

fuck it just have a laugh, sit

and read this like an extended limerick.

Horrors funny.

Freddy kruger infested my dreams

familiar faces with their eyes fixed

like Frankenstein watching his monster breath

as heaven crashed and left a tainted crucifix

while at the grave side, child and her doll grieve

dolly open your eyes, Chucky, the Devils tricks

the mother crawls out the grave like living gangrene

now Zombies are all up in the mix

Kruger's wearing a smile, the burnt satanic fiend

so I grab his head and give it a kick

because I just don't give a shit.