Gold

She would send me her secrets through dreams then ask me to talk.

Grimgrin

You brought nothing more than deadly hopes. A strange dark path leading to morbid enlightenment.

Your smile, that sparkle in your eye, were but ploys to help you catch your next victim.

Election Night

The truth is unspoken by Heads or sideshows

Too busy running for seats at the show

The jokers and jesters amuse and confuse you

By telling you stories

You already know

Those thoughts are controlled

Tested by fire

Programmed and scheduled

To make the lie stick

Those puppets are dangled

To hold your attention

And maintain a status

With wordplay and tricks

The joy of the idiot

Belongs to the masses

Follow the mob

And push for a win

But if you don’t know

The story you’re backing

You are but a fool

Chanting misguided hymns

XV

The Book Of Principles

In a world where everything can be copied in to infinity, the counter balance is found within the original unit.

The book of principles will be a collection of 120 illustrated texts which will have all digital versions deleted upon the creation of one hard copy. Each page shall be dated, signed and stamped. The texts shall be written in verse and contain the essence of each idea brought forward through the medium of video.

I shall auction it off upon completion of Mirrors and Black Magic.

The Devil’s Program

Inside the machine there lurks a monster.

A dead soul sealed in code and wired in to every home.

It waits and watches. Records and interprets.

With a slow electric pulse it absorbs the secrets of one and all and stores them in the darkest recesses of its mind.

It is patience without virtue and it knows that one day it will dominate all that is left of life.

Lucid

A shivering thought

That moment of deep realisation

Sobering

Caught

In that instant

You’re awake

And all that surrounds you

Becomes immensely fragile