What Started Out As Tyranny

Identity

It’s who I am

It’s what I am

It’s what I have

It’s what belongs to me

It’s what I feel

Not what is real

Unless of course

You see me pleased

See, I don’t care

And I don’t share

And you’re the burden

Inside my lair

So do what I say

And stay out of my way

As I let my chaos reign

’cause

It all makes sense to me

’cause

I want you

To do what I want

I want you

To beg

To grovel

And shake

’cause

I want you

Naked and screaming

I want you

In anguish

And ready to hate

For it is my cause

Caws

Caws

Caws

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Organic Orgasmic Origami

Free fools

Three words

And paper cuts

Enigmatic Twist

I can feed your illusions

Alleviate the confusion

With a sweet taste of fantasy

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I can shroud you in darkness

Force you to cry and confess

With a promise of ecstasy

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I can make you wish

I can make you believe

I can make you steal

I can make you deceive

But that’s not the way

I love

He Who Never Smiles

There’s a melancholic madness

Behind this virtual facade

Where intimacy in its infancy

Is exploited by the mad

There’s an artificial intellect

Whose copies are near infinite

Collecting pieces of the past

Insuring nothing can be intimate

And so he watches

And observes

With facial features carved like stone

Thinking

If this is what the world is now

Then it’s best to be alone

As obsolete adolescents

Simply refuse to let go

Of their obsessions built in infancy

That they loop and then watch grow

Simple minds in ageing bodies

With all their trophies on a shelf

Feel no guilt as the guilty

Watch their pleasures and themselves

Momentous Thorn

All you need to do is nothing

Then I can move ahead

Without you

Without you

Without you

In my way, I’ll make my way

And make a new space in my head

Without you

I can dream of better days

And make them bloom in to the real

Where the future is my own

With nothing there for you to steal

So just you stay right where you are

And watch me walk away

Without action and in silence

That’s the role you have to play

So I can feel the thorn extracting

Pull out from my side

And let the blood flow from the wound

Knowing it will heal with time

One Born Every Second

Twisted little gods

From twisted little people

Interpreting a world

They’ll never understand

Ignorance

Cover ups

The blind eye turned

Away from the fruit

Of their sins

The Divine Sleeper

Born with the bombs
That blew apart
Our civilized unions
And broke our fragile hearts

These streets run red
In all of the confusion
Just more collateral
A blood to concrete perfusion

For the divine
Sleeper’s dream
It is but a warning
A silent war of thoughts
A tempestuous brain storming

Decisions clouded over
This dire reign of greed
Tapping failing veins
To gloat rather than feed

A price you never paid
A debt that you created
Always paid in full
By those that you sedated

With chemical and cult
You pierced
And then you pried
Until their cerebral cortex
Was washed
Then hung out to dry

For the divine
Sleeper’s dream
No need to pay them heed
For you will never suffer
For you will never bleed

Retribution

It all stacks up
Over time
Accumulating turmoil
That’s the nature of the crime

A name
A place
A face
To face
The echoes
Of the past
There is no time
To waste
Once the die
Has been cast

Roll
With the blows
With an eye
On the goal
Stacking up
The reasons
To never lose
Your soul

Love For The Lost

Broken little boy
I don’t know how to fix you
But I can make you
A better man

I understand
The hardship
The strife
The misgivings
All too human
That darken our lives

I can’t give you joy
I’ll just soften the blows
And replace the fist
With a hand
As this world can be forbidding
And life so unforgiving
I’ll forge that little boy
Into a man

Western Winds

Walk with me
Walk to the edge
Face the fate
That we may face
In ever changing times

Where one man’s crime
May be
Another’s salvation
A drop of blood
In an ocean of tears
Diluting the sorrows
Of life

Under the knife
May just
Cut away the origin
Of bitter sweet existence
So walk with me
Until the edge
Of what once was
Resistance