today's gone quick

here's a heed, a shoutout without thiumph

a cry without a hump, skip or fallout

nor anthem, tradition neither.

so easy to slip in without getting what we want

a true nail bitter to bet on the winning team

whilst everyone looks up to the off chance the underdog

overperforms, comes clutch if only the Empire wasn't aflame

seeing I am an animal do I dare drum my chest and roar alike

to a one step, two step carnivore. to devour my lunch all at once. Gulp

is this sudden gravity pull divine intervention?

or a magical spell singing back to reality

in this garden we are but mere seeds

or so this orbit ought to be a blessing of the stars

a lesson learnt a sun daze

hearts beating as we carry on

hangman oh hangman

for what orders do we execute the chosen

what determines who scars and who scatters

what sense be to be left wondering

let this distance be a cosmic drive

this disease is not an infected it's a parasite

a roadkill is an afterthought of beaty

sprayed blood flat out stuck on a loop

'till the shovel from the graveyard shifts it

ain't it a fucking miracle to perform what one before was unable?

yesteryear I cave in to the supression, nowadays I crave it

order me around, set me alight with discipline for my life feels unstable

need a golden star to feel worthwhile the effort of existing

this thirst will lead me to be splat out on the pavement if nothing else

it is no coincidence that mental health has been shot lately

this entire decade is a painful mess and we culturaly drown in stress

we forward hope in an email #unholy morals, thoughts and prayers

salvation revolves about bunkering down on the worse days

unable to tell the difference between bad and good decisions

casting a wide net for the tips that we haven't burnt off yet

all I got left is a chewed leave and a head deeply flawed

stuck in getting it wrong and remembering it well,

chastised when the morning glory fades

if the world spins around the bottom and the top shall mix in

eventually we will not be so different.

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when the room is locked by clutter pilling the window

all is not well!

inside stripped walls

that fire licked clean

and held in contempt truth the told

we best not try that again

I miss the way she said my name

the way she tasted

stone, brick and morta stood

where life no longer could nor should

do rats chatter with other close quarter pests?

do hold suspense and a stiff upper lip? (disregard firmly the bottom one)

If they habit as refugees

they navigate the fog of silence well enough

words a villain

deflate and bite

taken aback by what took shape

a receipt of what needed paying. 

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It is not grace that brushes off

the licks that mark the taste

the feverous excitment due pause

caution euphoria might be traumatic and toxic

leaving you well topped up on the meaning of pleasure

left running on fumes

for a season, termper circunvent and drag

ON

OFF we descale, dismember and pronunce (carefully)

Emphasis on sublime crimes skin tight fitting remedy

an adjustment for the cynical world gone clinical by circunstance

do march in flatten sounds, not certain of being human (are we positive)

in this race, breed, king we shall agreeable

remark a monstrous feat, trait, flaw as if we were already dead. 

after all only the dead can be heros and those titles taken

as historians cycle generations. 

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frown upon the complement, the praise, the acceptance

simple goods, good words ensnares, traps, eat the given soul

tougher on the outside

how alike, how hip to quantify the noble capacity of an elephant

gentil and slow, calm and serene

 

Do great things amount to greater age?

or, perhaps, is it the attraction of scales

a transplant of elderly wisdom to be last protected?

exempt, if chosen, to be preserved in a turtle soup bowl

which, mind me, is fucking delicious

as my eyes narrow in the presence of prey

do the (act) of squeezing sharpen the mind?

is the contraction producing brain juices

rational dew to channel and facilitate the operation

as thoughts collide so do cogs

the remainer impales and scatters the same gifted eyes

the wondrous orbs slimey and luminous gatekeepers

cousins of course of every other orifice

I crave attention. I dream of wanting to aspire greatness. My levels of ambition feel farther from a distance.

sell what's mine and keep what' yours

gifted those that obscure the rough stream

holy courage can feel tough, dumb shit

felt empty from inside so I said good-bye

scrolled down for a word of motivation, topped up

blank faces of those that live unsure of status, hey, huh, oh

as if we are already dead, make some space don't forget to subscr-

disregard the currency of pixelated art, can envy poison more than souls

drop the sham and therefore this phone call. as stars explode we write

of demons we love to hate to talk, think and test ourselves against

a foreign grain whose taste is rather adquired with moderate intent

lacked time to burn the candle of this one

all we give is spent and yet we keep track

perceived emotional investments, count me out.

 

a revolution draws near so foretold the butterflies

at the bottom of my guts tearing me kind of pain

as the toxins run finite we regain colour and we try again

after all we are human, we are not so different

we enjoy the moon and not getting over the leap

 

That threw us around the bend

inviting us to stay down, us the unworthy

afraid to make any sound, whatever might appeal

to a predator's assault, meaning, better breath me in

a welcoming smile by the morning.

the right words overrated

the connections a mismatched on a cut circuit

the string misused for ill purpose, grim gain and

 

I find disconfort in knowing I lost my way

struggling to get up and navigate the storm of present days.

 if my words sting: your contribution cannot justify

what a fucking waste of time, at least we got to try

rocking the boat as we clashed paddles, opposing forces

collision that sparks the world ender, about time we get in

the mix of tryouts that give everyone just their fair share of hell

hey mister bossman won't you lend me shelter, feed and guide me

towards a better reality than the one making me feel down

like proper shit down my throat, stepped on a mighty pothole

is this disease of circunstance irreversable and ever suddenly

forever calling foward, fighting, a cold fire poking and pestering

lie to me and bury me slowly so to better entertain my enemies

curse this road, all the traffic and the deadman whose amputation

will not aid any ressurection nor CPR that much I know!?

my heartbeat is out of control and I am afraid to inhale in case my ribcage gives in

the timer has ticked over and the devil is urging me to act out

if god would send me an angel would I recognize it?

a giving gift filled with grace and no trickery

nor disappointment or poison to curve my smile

May, April soon turns to June, July

where the waves are not not alike

and the ground turns just as

we found ourselves lagging behind

beneath the burst of radiance we shrink

cower in the dilluded rain we mistook for gold

the very air fellow humans is polluded

we shot, we strangle those we are instructed to

blue hair, blue lips, blue skies

fair skin, marble bones, white crumbling nails

nimble nibbbles and disassemble, rearrange what's left

so easily agony dearest takes hold of me

back turn to the sun, interaction an enemy

the very air an obscure premonition of what can be

lucidity a fantasy that makes me livid, now that's beginning

to feel old: I surrender.

my drug dealer has retired and became a baker.

 all sorts of fade outs without a pick-me-up

the words come out but I recognize the touchdown

of whiskey cola and ageless routines

where the afterparties are at dawn

and empty conversations lead to stranger beds

bow over and take whatever pleasantries broken hearts

shards, pieces and ruined curtains on good days!

bargain at will as long as you are willing to bend the truth

once found twice gone all the way, to the priests funeral

we obey and dig our own grave.

candy we peddle, colourful tasteful belogings we exchange

for gold and favour that steals sleep or makes you weak

to glass, song or the inbetween of world colliding

whichever feat that steals breath and scares the living shit out of me

nothing new, the doctor tells me he cannot help those afraid to die.

so valor I pursue, love I endure and creativity I lounge for

respectfully declined in a devout angled situation of wall to body

starring away at very detailed nothings linking no dots

no pattern, no knock-on affections to play for in the distance

towards the escape, a getaway from word to worth

the spoken triangulations be dammed

feel the holy spirit disengage from a primal bellow

the volume expand the pages tear apart my expectations

a burning wreckage we call hope is static and not at all well guarded

who should pray for the undead may himself be disregarded

as clinically better off dead and may it be painfully drawn

his organ preserved and dignity harvested for future recollection

to bestow upon my maker a greater insult and revolutionize the disease

love and living are both terminal that much strikes me as concrete

firm well travelled road that too often is lumpy, deemed unfit for purpose

and generally speaking intent in making the jorney unsatisfatory, the horror

fits the design, the meltdown of a sneeze strikes the systematic shutdown

of all my very being (that of course not amounting to an awful lot)

partial to the tickles and funny caracter, my oh my, prickle me

as if a bleed out is not a refining action demanding (a) taste.

addicted to lips and eyes. too rattled to be any trouble.

 stroke still water, felt my breath sink to the bottom

of this frozen lake whose tint bleeds as a darker monster

silent, whooly blown out of proportion by my human frame

kneeled in treacherous worship as my fears grow stronger

and my paranoid floats above the crystal line shined by the star

science calls Sun and others prayed towards absolution certain of His answer.

no wonder the word cannot be stopped

lies and truth grey out post-haste once decoted by hate

a cloud makes me recognize what was once mine

or so I perhaps imagined, ballooning with pride

not a care for step, the very plants I crushed. unworthy of tenderness

thats the type of man I was, am and shall be if my legs allow me to escape

this maze for a head should I not trade its place with the cold hands

that deceive, deflect and objectively cannot see for me

peeking bird do you know whose word

as the fire consumed best from the mess

generated heat that came from grit and grinded teeth

fermentation to the blind, dust to the hungry, hope to the blameless

happy people drown in the rage Hate could not abstain

so let the parade through, please, do complain.

peeking bird do you know if it be true

that every soul is kept safe by vigil of a guardian angel

the sweats in the middle of the night do not detain

my faith in the method of madness one could obstruct

lounging for more sadness what's the point of wasting away

money, fame, beaty, stability and we all end up the same

just as well some clever people travel first class

this deviation a toxic I cannot distill, a high without comedown

a mirage whose hunger a marathon cannot quell

the same grip that two bodies magnetized together be binding

a promise without words to describe is both at fault

to the ignorant and those too wise to try. 

equality by default. ironic.

tell me bird as we interlook eyes, do you too hunger for mine?

can silence be tone deaf? how come I find myself at a lost

not an illusion but rather an echo, a repetition

the same themes in vain, the same rhythm language and words

do all souls taste the same?

Whoever flooded this womb I partook of birth 

piece by piece I cracked the egg wide open

burst crying outright dammed it all

imploring the good doctor pray tell who else

but me, should engage in fortunate growth

plural education and nurture the fertile land

step by step cross the merry land and rearrange

my brain matter with social engagements of sort

good mother how lucky are we to be gifted a silent night

 one that plays tricks and never apologizes

no victimization for you and me for we have known haven

a golden shore that reflects the power of the saint's word

in the darkest hour we do come together 

however fleeting and bittersweet.  

 

a beard grants no more wisdom

than good conversating instills boredom

aches call prayers from within the flesh

 persistance bore fruit

the spell wore off - inform the people

time to kill or stand still

exercising futility as the blood runs deeper

tiresome to take shots at a dull target

what is this rash decision contaminating

what if the fight, the struggle, the ample sophistication

aged well? controlled, believe it, an art form crawls

a plastic plaything buried unapologetic because inane objects

are a drug that runs in the family. 

a thousand cuts signal doom through smokescreens

no apologizes can erase words bespoken

left burning desires bitter in the tongue

cutthroat indeed as wide as the ocean can swallow

the same fragility that belongs to the lifes lost

by adventurers in carelessly die atop desolated mountains

bones rotten, souls adrift, captain of no ship or vessel

That might prove a lesson to those crossing right past

river of blood rushing, pouring, 

enerving waking up call

no longer drums, a siren

a forbidden softer rythem

from just to stormy weather

all is imagination and untold wasteful honey

golden legacy stolen from the sun

never sweeter than taken off a children's grasp

chopping teeth and coercing a surrender together

 to the hive mind we bow together

merrier candy for those left starring at the mirror

cycle once cycle twice, faded to repeat the circle

we say we are okay, tormented by empty words

that feel like waves crashing in hallow shore

daring admission, it is dangerous to travel alone

a leer to the crowd sparks concern that is tangible

to a polished believe from the looking type

a voyage towards the open seas held by prayer

word by word lighter and stronger, a waste of have, held, touched and thrown

a turn off, was not careful with what was a true lesson to shine upon the dying light

a turtle carries her whole home atop her back

lift off, seafare and all it takes one I am lead to believe

the wind calls to me ever fleeting and the anxiety is suffocating

exausting to act like a person that I do not know

nor can come to grips that I do not trust

a skin that trips me under a minefield of insecurities

I get spiked by the turbulense of curiosity

poke, probe and caress 

grab it and spin it

allow these million spikes to bleed me out

deconstruct mayfare better weather

on clever words without you

on the day we disappear amongst dust

from fame to widespread tumult

is it known secrets are best left alone.

what's so special about you?

braving the cold right to put up a poor fight

flag up the committal to flee on self-imposed exile

let it known nothing of remote importance shall change.