my word is good

my promise holds steel truth

the shine translucent, toes quiver

eyes vibrate, a ride that we took for granted

once before, why not yet again?

may this claim dispel bad weather all the same

it is during sleep the thorn crown is laid to rest

in repose the chambers of thought lose face

and embrace the gratification we lived another day

the feeling of loneliness and fear is put to the sword

and we see dark, we merge, we fly ever and forever.

the angels present the vile stench of morarity

hold a second fella may I study this contract page ca-re-ful-ly

whilst that go take a hike, respectfully, before we have a scene

got a chip in my shoulder and the rat won't stop nagging at it

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today we play! (the getaway alarm shattered)

we set loose the boundaries of society

moods shall swing, relationships lost and reforged

from stranger to brother we sank anew

amidst peers and friends for those that join

can't resist the earned title

enthusiasm, let's have some fun

curiosity or chance opportunistic coincidence eh

all bound to change as blood and energy levels pump

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the future is so. damm. noisy! blinding neon lights

those that do not blink. Imagine, has techonology zeroed out effort

the absolute nerve, and worse still, you can feel it at the pulse.

A belt of spacebars crowd the sky in patterns, accident free since 2200.

Odds are, next year, in 2201, we will still be dulled by outstanding A.I impulses

stunt perhaps by the lack of working lunges. or was it lungues and we discarded legs and exercise?

anyway, I miss colour really. I dreamt of nature and wildlife sporting along

the concrete jungle, the cities have it worse

the landscape multiple and unrepenting

vampires afraid of natural daylight, we better keep it dark

prolific and of a certain adquired taste, vultures exchanged for insomniacs

 the eye and lense fuse

a silver so unnatural it is theorized it does not exist. Levitated by the power of believing,

a marvel of

weird

F

our

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Help was not coming

on the note of caution, it arrived late

the aroma of feeling out of discontent

they know something we will never know

a blossom of sorts, rubberband and swolen pride aside

yearly check-up, fair dues, yes doctor, no doctor, never doc

straigten back, held core, why not dream of something beatiful?

sapped of strength, defient to the lack of sight

shove over, I will dare die another day

leap and bounds, intact dental record mind you, sharp edges divulge conseguences

out of breath, contained in a song, always a song that promises empty truths so malleable

like the friendships that were meant to be started over never achieving true closure. 

you would do better not taking a peek after all

grey walls bled white by murky tempers and hasty hands

devour the crime, damage done the hard way

someone call this man, it has been a minute

bring a camera along, save the date, watch this space. 

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I turned my phone off and hooked a book from the shelf

one I face every year 'round this certain calendar stage

we come and go in waves in a lull state of wallowing and fever

not quite satisfied we meditate, mediating the burdens we destroy within

to pour out akin to a ritual tribute, mourn and bruises aside

we get talking in an empty room until we beg, we have had enough.

speculation thrives in a festering wound conceived at the womb

trial by desire we couldn't hide the scandal of what's wrong

a miracle the overgrown forest did not split concrete from skull

putting right fright to the cynicals, the absolute spectacle.

this is not a metaphor, we are miserable and have had quite frankly enough.

push and left to hang, the dirt carries a weight overbearing and it stinks of discontent

presently the bodies lay cold, too far gone and we cannot afford the proper burial

blissful prayers must suffice.

trade the soul for a chunk of bread and change

a penny we exchanged for the thought of hope

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I remember a time when my mom sang me to sleep

every single night she would dance with the stars

invoke heroes and princeses, legends and tales as tall

as the word could travel and her song rang true

her word was good.

time was cut short

memories decayed, 

faces now blurry

the laws dictate I forget the colour of her eyes

just as much as the earth shall take mine

tempers under control

promises on hold we are told we may let them go

for my anchor is my mantra, my temple, my sole existance in quake

my word is good.

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saw a rat mouse about, spin around and dash into a bush

as rain splinked me into reality

pulling me out of a dream within a scene

I carry within me, taunting me to step inside

a warmer place where we dance atop tables

and the only bad thing how sleep separates us

interwined funeral with a homecoming celebration.