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Misery and The Boy

Forsake me not
for I am the boy that walks
shrouded in hyp[ocrisy
ambling down the path of sobriety
to walk, to seek, to abide
by the laws served to us from wretched men
falling deeper….
down the rabbit holes of reason
plush toys and burning eyes
smoke riddled pores

Into dust and into weakness
oh lords of living
the lust is all but fearless
idiosyncratic pause
I find the pulse
the eyes within the eye
the minds within the mind

I hug the walls of my own chamber
blood dripping from the ceiling
black bottles, empty entrails
glass underneath my fingernails
the soundwaves linger on into the night
The mindwaves travel
out of sense, out of sight
I tear the packet with my teeth
I swear its food
I know it is
I know it is
healthy, edible, vegan
drab, poisonous, treated
laced with human frailty
salt crystals form on the eyelids
and I am forced to feed myself
to feed the youth
to feed the airwaves with my truth
fed nothing but liquid nitrogen
I am poised to project
the innocence of night
belligerent fool
as impossible as you are
denial draws a slow breath
and I am left again

Alone again

To roam again

To begrudge, belittle and bemoan

Prayer beads scattered
and my arm in tatters
one more hit
the indoctrination swells
the needle, the glass, the voice
I am whatever they say I am
the choice

Now get to the river
praise that which you cannot be
that which you cannot see
that which you cannot taste
that which you cannot lick
that which you cannot know
sick to death of sharpened tongues
tired of all the places you’ll never go
and now the windmills cut a path
through hell and home
the music drones
in all the matter
in all our domes
the blood turns grey
we should have listened to the crones

The Blinds of the Beholder

We’re sitting here staring
at a world without direction
no poise, no providence
no one to guide us on our
path to redemption
without the means to dive deep
into pools of reflection
we’re stuck sitting here, staring
at a wall with no paint
no source, no scene, no strength
what colour has no name
no reason to be
no reason to feel
what colour has no point of origin
what shades hide beyond our eyes
beneath the world we hide behind
we’re sitting here staring
at a voice we cannot hear
at a sound we have to come to steal
a note chosen for the brightest of hearts
a voice beyond ours
beyond the stars up above
beyond hope, beyond reason
and yet the voice cries
and yet, we are still here
at a thought that has gone astray
we move in tandem to bar the way
for thoughts written in thoughts
words written in words
a blur upon blurs
unlike the spell
and most unlike the spelling
where this will go
there is no telling
we’re sitting here staring
out the window and at each other
the eyes are open but we are not
the bodies are broken but we are not
the mind has awoken, but the world has not
now is the time to empty yourself
to empty the cup
to empty the think tank and block that shit up
accept only silence in the form of a riot
flood the halls of oppression and bar the gates
we’re sitting here staring
at a world without fate
the human condition
and a road built upon ruin
the voice of the voiceless
and the mind of the mindless
the road goes ever on and on
but not without kindness
we’re sitting here staring
we’re sitting here staring
look into the eyes of the beholder
sit idle as the flames burn brighter
and continue to stare at us
as we sit here staring


Pulled apart by all that is pure

The seamless takes form

In my mind I find no reason to linger
no will to carry on
in this time, this place
this empty space of a mind

I join my forebears in madness
the fabric of time makes its mark

And I am broken in two
it’s not the anger
it’s not the unfulfilled desires
it’s not you

it’s not the mescaline
it’s not the ambien
it’s not the voices in my head

why would I want to live like this
why would anyone

Trapped in a vortex of delinquency
desperation and self-loathing

I digress, to nothing
nothing seen, nothing made
nothing ever gets done in this world
nothing gets answered
there are no questions
there are no truths but the one

god is a lie
your god is a lie
if there is a god, its name is death
and they are not the only ones
the pantheons, the families
the unrivaled darkness that lies within us all
the hatred
the scars

the destruction

raining down on the unjust
and the unknown
and the unkind alike
and the unapologetic
and the only way to get by
is to get by

to trudge down a muddy road

On the way to nowhere

it’s tragic
to know the fate of everything
and to do absolutely nothing about it
what a world we live in
what a time to be alive

what a pale horse

what time do you get off