Rib cage.

Blurred distortion, focusing on mental coercion

regurgitating momentary will to change course and.

Shit I don't know I'm writing this with a blank mind

sat down contemplation on an unwound satisfaction

bled out with no menstruation just silent lacerations

and here I am again 360 degrees for this recreation 

as this heated heart dumbs down to the strong pacification

and the ownership is lost in it's ever changing location.

Still it remains the observer, awaiting an end, to it's own incarceration. 

The new hide and seek.

Giving yourself E's, ecstasy 

over your monetised selfies

sell yourself short, for easy G's

hide behind others like a real G

using friends, human shields, like a terrorist

smile for the camera like a fucking tourist

act the innocence for your the 'purist'

don't worry the countdown, TikTok gonna cure this

sorry I meant their asking for more of this 

I'm getting twisted Ya'll to quick with this shit

better trend to find a friend, a boomer my generation missed

I'm only lashing out 'cos I've never truly been kissed

though I wouldn't trade these tissues for your daily issues 

so don't pass the Molly I don't care what a 'bitch' do

bragging 'em to turning tricks with your risky sticks 

I'm gonna try for the grounded the real well rounded 

even if it don't happen quick, I fear more my vision getting further clouded.

Like father, like son.

Enemy's surround but I'm high with a crown of clouds

born with late bone growth but lips balloon, a big mouth

my breath is small for lungs smoke drowned, though the sound is loud 

soul grounded, I stand on both, external roar crushing transparent gore

jot down remnants in the hope that the road cements

living bereavement of, misplaced, mistimed sentiments

sorry father I need to repent, I'm lost again in a need to lament

I hate the bile spit even the gland from which the saliva was sent

but home is where the heart is, I can't afford to relent, breath pent

with no way to vent so board the doors I'm storming gates 

with lightning, Zeus raised someone to whom he can relate

an elevated electrified haze to fog the static chimed maze

all in an futile attempt to train regeneration to cure the mental drain

thank you father for your pain, for I now have faith in the rain 

to quell the compulsion to ride blazing saddles, watered will just to refrain 

for your scars from past battles are deeply ingrained 'pon a mortal brain

a world on fire, I know now to pray for a paddle, for liquid desire comes from the afraid

like sleep for those already lain, this knowledge comes from those you have slain 

but in this staticity I remain feeling deposited in this labyrinth in which I've decayed

and with negligible resentment I've cursed your name inciting the bane

to gain the vile hiss of propane to turn this tomb into rubbled terrain

from these flaws I fail to abstain, for this I regret to say we'll stay disdained.

It's hot in here.

Sugar sweet, diabetic sleep

insulin shot awake, within her grin

smile for heavens sake, beauty without sin

hope from hellish heat, an angel on retreat.

A burnt love letter, may body and soul join together.

Double up.

Double speak the Ego inflation of these freaks

double speak the critique on the journey to generics peak.

Hear liaised words of an unknown differential 

for their influential potential is residentially essential.

To question the conceited sociological homology 

is but broken perceptual psychology of the widely accepted monopolised equality.

The unspoken self.

Driving force to change course
from distorted thoughts
born of breathing the static pause
placed behind closed doors, abhorred
monstrous creation deceived with smiling claws
socially alien flesh laughingly torn
regenerates from a monstrosity of an imagination
though strapped on table, guts unveiled, in the ask for patience
idle meditation amidst the gore of surgery stalled
lies consciousness wrought, open to a foes visitation
distant strangers observe, with debatable fascination
and Frankenstein stands, awaiting the living gratification
though stands confused in the echo of a sons, resounding hesitation.

Hole for one.

A groan laid prone
from inside a pothole 
'pon The long lost road
seeking one to decipher the code
to turn this pitiful abode
into a safe, loving home.

Dressed plain.

A blended end to start again

to water down the only living grain

to try and sprout these drowned remains.

Though a petal free flower doesn't resonate the same

I'm told it's presence is a virtue, of all the memories gained

still I've hidden it away, to keep my name dressed plain.

No compromise.

Keep up with the 'right' directional path

for to differ is rehabilitating pressure, en masse

though a warm embrace awaits all, even the last

there's compromise in the crowd and a whole lotta guests

so guess I'll rest, alone, under the creation my own unique familiar crest

for I cant live within the scrambling mess to reach someone else's mountainous crest.

Fire started.

Counted embers upon the black screen 

dreamed from an imagined dragons breath

forged from each blank historical scene

to better explain the inevitable fiery reset

to the "here be dragons" with each and every step

for history repeats, as what's seen has been

to help colour the unseen with the obscene

to make the here and now seem ultimately clean.

0.

Circular motions towards naught

float free pretty bubble of freedom unbought

for your nothing, nothing to be sought

for your nothing at all and I pray we nether give you more

for it's everything you hold in your hand drawn core

a whole universe, vacant and unwrought.

For from you we began and to you we will end 

so although we negate your value, your our way to start again.

Phantoms sword.

Withdrawn, redrawn, defencelessly unadorned  

figure-less, a translucently conceived form

static timed movements echo, memories are recalled

to pin cushion the outlying laceration, from the multi-edged sword,

of the painful void permanently perceived, resonating within it's stilled encore.

Seen no see.

The abysmal void of times horizontal fall
step forward into, memories painfully recalled
a lullaby of thoughts subversively re-sorted
an awoken lucidity, so casually distorted
to an uncomfortable disguise, materialized
by the relapse of those loving eyes
searching for where, that little child hides
deep inside, the remind.

Raw human magnetism.

Psychological participation of personal physical perception
invokes outer emotional reaction of our contradictory separation
for the limitation set by our optical spectrum, is but a shallow deception.

Electromagnetism with no connection, we statically repel

to a vision unpaired, an estranged eye ready to rebel

polar-equals evokes invisible disruption with nothing to expel

peaceful interpretation writes the greatest story, with no one to tell.

Here lies the simulation of the raw human magnetism
to share in it's dynamic narrow delusion of this heavily contested realism.

Hope.

Tomorrow, tomorrow wait for tomorrow
tomorrow the marrow of today, hope amidst the sorrow
as hope just follows, the broken nerves, the bones drained hollow.

Chasing believe with Osteogenesis
fuelled by your own personnel, fleeting genesis
crutch aided, running through time, endless
perusing your friend, soon to be nemesis.

So you wanted hope.
There it is.

The perfect mirror.

All for none, reassured its not a con
questions unmarked for the lies are entertaining thespians
life is but only one, a grain from truth to build a stage for them to dance upon.

For an open minded confession leads to a strangers mental congestion
death is the eventual home but today's to early to change, to die,
within someone else's comfort zone.

As for my own regression, it holds possession of my future progression
to journey a painful lesson that perfection is just self-expression without direction
for flaws measure procession mirrored within succession
empty without a reflection in which, enriched, to gain the integral perception.

Before, we had already been.

Teach these pupils a wonder verse
an imaginational trigger, of beauty naked in its perfection
a lyrical picture that sets the pinnacle of a mortals search
an autoptical sight that'll take an autopsy to gain it's description.

A soul seeking find of a wall-less, open planned church
a vision to engorge, explore, gain its appreciation to earn all directions
a pleasurable pressure, pressing on the optical nerve.

In other words, I'm looking for the poetical inspection
of our own resuscitating resurrection
something to invoke the spirit's recollection
of an anatomical dissection that gave the gift of the eternal connection
that birthed our world and all its projections.

Licensed names.

Multi-symbolistic connection, for you offer better protection
so stand the front to wall them off, their privatised section
dumbed down democracy of a marketplace election.

Celebrate the collaboration of the narcissistic realists
for the world wide connection is congested with painted slit wrists.

Pay attention, but pay, weird a claim to fame is the sanely deranged
though the marketplace is understood, Image, a prisoner in a open cage
pity the celebrities long range for aimed with a politicians sniper gauge.

Reshifted blame for limited monetary gain, all for a legitimate claim for licensing names.

Lost in translation.

Heard although mentally turned wordless
grown disdained, hating the internal purge wish
grass stained for translation reads losht, lost with a lisp
scenery that should offer bliss, is covered with coded scripts
a matrix in a disordered list, a ill-designed imitational trick
of what is, so easily missed.

Sleeping beauty.

Closed off, sight so casually subverted
to a world through imagination, though convincingly converted
blessing a proper beguiling vision so benevolent in its insertion
gaining the urgency to submerge within, before its realistically reverted
a subconscious cause of a temporal diversion
awakes a curse to be praised with the glimpse, of such a heavenly conversion.

A reglazed gaze.

Window glaze within the painful frame
of a perception that's widely disdained
though through an eyesore the eye can soar to a hope re-famed
a livingly picturesque blessing, sorrowfully ordained.

So look out towards the rain
for it revitalises, freshly baptises, a well trod terrain.

Here he be.

A cleansing fire immortally admired
Devil spawn through the ashes was sired.

Set a blaze to ripple a heat wave
for his inferno is to be ember paved.

Smoke a crown for the new reign amidst eternal flames
to reveal a different face of fame, to place the mortally intolerable pain.

11.

Parallel lines laid temporarily, numerically entwined

eleven elevated to a candle lit shrine

when two declined, sociologically refined

with hearts beating to a rhythm benign

for eleven is just two, momentarily redefined

but will forever be, two plus nine.

Nowhere left to go.

A sickened affliction
freedom pestering
a hollow well for a wish to fester in
only company's a corpse of a helpful pastor
a still muse towards greener pastures
a distraction from the bloody disaster
of a fallen peaceful fractured master
to invoke the rapture of satanic laughter
at the mortal absence in the hereafter.

In some she acts. (Insomniacs.)

Accept an invitation to my haunted home
where the dust rests wearily upon walled stone
and timed presences are free to roam
to offer a consistently interrupted creaking groan
in which to sleepily follow to a half faded smiling crone
ironically in living room sat reading a grim mourned heavy tome
black leather bound with electrical wisps, to adorn a crackling crown
fingers of bone find the words to underline for her to silently mime
instruct light whispered blindness to disparage the senses from her mortally endangered advances
force a fall prone to rest beneath her clawing possessive tearing tones
recited on an echoing repeat, an incomprehensible hypnosis encouraging sleep
to awake in my home all but alone and thank the angelic night hooded crone
for piecing together the rest that lied asunder.
For knowing even insomniacs need their slumber.

Inside, sky gazing.

Recline 'pon the recycled lines
of a hammock unbound
a self entwined restful free thinking mind
making pictures out of clouds.

A view of the boundaries so easily redesigned, emotionally defined
a self-made interpretation internally founded, artistically grounded.

The long lost road.

Unable to fight the stripes of the drowned tigers
simultaneously derived from de-oxygenated synchronised divers
arise to flashing lights to enlighten the dogging, back-stood drivers
hijack, bye jack from here i'm leaving, can't cope with all this shallow breathing.

On the prowl now with the gasoline sound

yeah I'm dripping wet, seated, rolling on solid ground
either side river Styx where conceited nymphs line, dampness bound
seen one seen 'em all keeps the wheel aimed true, ignoring the background.

Northbound to a recognisable outlandish, heavenly outsider
guarded by a damned colossal hydra
headlights full beam to engage the acceleration of a self sacrificial collider
with the hope that the rite was right to land outside and to ever be aside, beside her.

What a funny little life I lead.

God I need constant validation to hell with my salvation
I'd rather listen to only those stuck in a similar situation
for a strangers collaboration offers a narrated liberation
a mutated education to teach a predestined moral dissertation
I need, to learn the internalisation of a formulated normalisation
an internal transmogrification towards external unification
to conjoin an ideation of an understood, uniformed justification.

Or just to earn an inauguration into the general population.

Quest of questions.

First ones in where there's room to breath
yet walls already erect, how was the room birthed
from outside bricks materialised to erect the walls heavily girthed
each wall mid split to reveal a poorly veiled inter-dimensional church
enticing the unknown, answered with hymns symbolically well versed
each side a different journey of sins relinquished for lifes to be reimbursed
and the room slowly fills with  a congested suggestive curse, outwardly rehearsed
as a strategic investigative sequel, to answer an unknown, that preexisted the first.

Little birdie.

Back shines from red eyes glow
love to turn to see the colour bodily flow
for your gaze follows me wherever I go
a sad crow forever in woe
please o' please fly away.

Just a time filled journey
destination is less for the journey's
the conceptual mercy
so fly free little birdie
let red glisten the thirsty blue
backing breathless white to soften your hellish hue
yet still with the regret for your landing, stays beyond view.

Damned salvation.

Lava flow ever go, through destruction grow
fear fuelled growth, fearful minds slope down low
ill covered to an entourage emblazed with a fiery glow
ground on which stood ruptured a secondary eruption
un-covered ashes glide 'pon the heated corruption
fearful lives but a severance to fuel a successful planetary operation
Phoenix arose to choke on dusted flakes, last breath it cried a painful crow
to reveal it as but a flame cloaked, cultured vulture
now mirrored in it's own, global damned nation

Underfooted story's.

Gallow walk, trapped door laced underfoot
crowd wave anticipating the blooded neck sunder cut.

Severed body twitched, shuddered as ground hit
to fertilize tomorrows trampled red daises,
yesterday's crushed memories,
forever laced underfoot.

The ominous, anonymous astronomer.

Twinkled eyed sighted a crystalline height
of light shimmering through the dishevelled midnight veil
to dress the frail imagination of what is poorly concealed.

A telescopic vision of pupil voyeur pressed in study of an uncovered universe
bared in it's discovery of war stripped naked, to dark an enlightened curse
protruding towards life, in a seemingly un-commanded search.

Though for him it comes but once, it's intrusion has been overly rehearsed.

Slice to heaven.

Slice the dice and throw the six squared sides
to fate silence from the cries, of the sick passerby's.

Roll to play your hand to muffle thy slumber willed sound
a cold lullaby emanating from source unfound
a grounded translucent boarded game, historically drowned
movement coveted by a snake eyed end, echoing the clouded trumpets sound.

Tomorrows a new......Something.

Entranced by a maze to try and forever engrace
we're ever blessed, like a vicar mud covered, in grave
a sanctimonious name mouldy engraved
crack a message, granite carved, for time to aspirationally change.

Night hooded rainbow.

Field of emerald green shimmers in the light of the early morn
a fantastical scene with a rainbow drooped sky high
to remind of the nights rain to enhance the safe feel of home
a soft birdsong to boast the mid flight. A wish that describes a heavenly sight.

Sealed fate of red tailed grinners from a previous night forever in mourning
the grotesque is seen with unknown fans duped by their side
an absent mind for the lights now pain to a stance concealed alone
aloft are stars read wrong, of a host who hid from sight.
 A wish scribed, to deafen the hindsight.