Foundation

Upon what do you stand?

The Earth?

Your feet?

Others?

The Question

Within the reach of kings

Touched by the tainted

Fuelled by cult and obsession

The web of lies expands

Spinning in to oblivion

I thought of you

But you didn’t return the favour

Preferring to spin another lie

An obvious deception

Leaving me with the question

Where is the fruit I was promised?

XII

Treasures found in unspoken places

A pulse lingering deep in to the night

He took another sip from the vessel

And felt the warmth of the water of life

Farewell old friend he whispered

In time we’re sure to meet again…

The Prince

My tears become a storm

A rage I can barely handle

Pushing to the brink

Of self control

It’s in my soul

This world that you created

Distanced from the real

A parasitical disaster

Sucking at my thoughts

Draining life from what is pure

Building in a system

That is becoming

Immune to your poison

Life

Life. A cycle of sorts that differentiates from other cycles by its ability to evolve when its course is altered. An ability made possible by senses that can detect environment and energy, and an intellect that can process what these senses detect. An ability that creates self awareness, which in turn brings the notion of mortality. Life is thus a fight for survival and the key to this survival is understanding.

Behind The Stigma

These brittle little cogs

In the delusional machine

Have left the future

Far behind them

To drown in hails

Of primal screams

What of their youth?

What of their dreams?

What of the stigma

They create

With their ignorance and folly

And their whiny little traits

Just let them run

Towards the cliff

Let them believe

That they can fly

And the future maybe saved

From this breed of breathing lies

Waiting On The Bridge

Cold Comforts

Disregard the surrounding chaos

Just focus on those mischievous eyes

There is a plan behind them

Where grey and white is all that matters

Where sparks bridge the void

With all the duality of an oculus

A third eye peers out from deep inside

Reaching and receiving in equal measures

Beyond the actions and reactions of feelings

And their poor judgement

Bleed

Over four decades of scars

But hey, I’m okay

I have my stories to tell

A history of violence

Upon which to dwell

From the little boy

Punching trees to harden his fists

To the cool eyed whatever I’ve become

I’m okay

I’m not here to preach

I’m not here to teach

I’ll just share my way

So that the broken can fix themselves

Learn to smile and say:

Embrace the joys of life

Wherever they may be

Even in the darkest corners of existence

Be persistent

And you’ll be okay

N.O.C.

“Knowledge is power if you know how to keep a secret. Be wise and know when it is time to be the forth monkey. You can observe, discuss and listen but do not take action unless the secret is out.”