The Thirteenth Letter (Excerpt)

A face walks in to a room and time stops. Large green eyes peer out from a pale complexion framed by long and loose deep red curls. A ruby smile appears and steals the hearts of every young man present before the face introduces itself as Gemma…

Secrets (Draft 1)

It has been a long and unforgiving journey. I can still recall seeing this world with innocent eyes but so much time has elapsed since then that the memory feels alien. This journey has taken me to many different places and made me many different people. It has given me many stories to sell and shown me the many angles used by Man and his morality.
Over the years people have talked. They’ve taken me aside and shared their thoughts, feelings and experiences. Each word changing the light that shines through their existence. Representations of their hidden motives and all the little cogs that make them tick.
Over time I mastered the art of telling their stories while remaining the great keeper of secrets.

The Servant

Mother Lode

She comes on heavy
LO then crash reload
x4

Out of the box
Cruising through space
With a digital voice
And a digital face

Caught between a rock
And a digital place
Made a digital choice
For my saving grace

Then you came on the scene
Gave me more than a taste
Of your digital lies
To keep my mind on your case

Like a spike to the vein
A life soon turned to waste
Drowned in digital tears
Before you cut to the chase

She comes on heavy
LO then crash reload
x4

DDF Primary

Part of the concept is in the creation.

Entrails

…and so the story goes…
Talks, discussions, tried and failed.
The thought process gone but
Was it ever there?
Seems to me that small minds
Couldn’t see past their condition
And so all their demands were: more conditions
Rules and choices and opinions were omnipresent
Knowledge, history and understanding were not invited
and it showed.

The blinkered went head to head
The great flood of misinformation ensued
Each side too blind, deaf and loud
Bold and ignorant
Stubborn and defiant
Childish and self serving
A true spectacle for the senses
Leading nowhere we haven’t been before
A touch more gloss
A bit more tech
An old buzz renamed
and on with the show.

Requiem 1.3 (Romeo versus Juliet)

You were born unto darkness
Drowning in alcohol to kill the pain
Selling doses on the corner
While your mother was out on the game
Surrounded by misery
You dream of the glitz you’ve seen on the screen
Happiness is not a mystery
If you’ve got the cash you make your place on the scene
Yet every move you make
Is just to settle a score
You give life all you’ve got
And yet it asks you for more
And you feel like you’re done
After all has been said
Once again on the streets
You know you’re better off dead

Better off dead
’cause you’re a bad little poor boy

You were born with immunity
Free to roam and do what ever you want
Can break the law with impunity
So never worry about the do’s or the don’ts
Yet you still live in misery
Buying things to fill the void in your soul
Happiness is a mystery
When you have no purpose or ultimate goal
Yet every move you make
Is a media score
Since you were spat out the cunt
Of one of your Daddy’s whores
And you feel like you’re done
After all has been said
Once again in rehab
You know you’re better off dead

Better off dead
’cause you’re a sad little rich girl