lost

 the crudely crafted shank    of childish design     still cleaves your heart    and lacerates your mind         there is no shape to thought or moment      there’s no pleasurable release      or pyrrhic prize to salve your wounds     yours are the days of infected sharps       and twisted spoons     you know that you’ll succumb       despite your better self     and later assert that you went home      before the band lit up your favourite tune       temptation reeks of self deception        one more solid hit     and you’ll find the door      you lost yourself to dime bag reasoning      and sold your love for a winning smile       life goes on     you will survive     truth be told     you don’t really care     and I don’t seem to mind

disingenuous

liar liar  your tongue’s on fire       your criminal expulsion    didn’t sweeten the medicine     it  merely printed a shadow on my membrane      but I’ve gone all forensic      with finely tuned instruments      I know exactly where the wind is blowing      your eyes led me to certain conclusions       they’re a mirror to the truth     so I know that you were lying    are your words narcotic?       do they ease a troubled mind?       do you take me for a chump?    or is that mendacious mouth of yours just something to hide behind?

eternal night

the terrible sun      remorseless and bright     burns our parchment skin     and drinks our rivers dry      gonna be another scorcher      gimme a slug of your bug juice     help me close my mind    I eschew the day      renounce the light      to seek the company of strangers      in the dead of night  

I was not born to darkness     I just gravitated towards it    a moth to an invisible flame    night cradles me in its arms     just as it cloaks the trembling stars      night will not surrender me    and I am glad of it     I love the silent hours      and savour my isolation         it’s as close as I get to being free

these are the days of mass migration       proxy wars     and famine     I’m a hidden being        obscured by darkness      but we must shine like those fading stars      for whatever time is left us      before the total eclipse of all humankind          and the tender blessings of eternal night

monstrous

it’s a long standing paradox     that he who resists monsters     becomes a monster too     it’s monstrous to be innocent      in this monstrous world       but no one is ever innocent     as far as god’s concerned      this is a frankenstein constituency      where monsters and angels        sing from the same song sheet     was that one of god’s mistakes?       or maybe he was one of ours      is heaven full of monsters?      what if god himself is a monster?       and everything we think we know       is one great monstrous lie?

dark circle

 time is a dark circle     void of human purpose     the future is behind us      but we are indifferent      to the ebb and flow of circumstance    time brokers no change      just endless repetition      time doesn’t cradle us       time is crushing us     time marches over us    with no intent at all    

time is a dark circle     blind and remorseless    the killer of galaxies    the harvester of souls     but time is still precious    so we must spend it wisely      for life is fleeting      and rounded by darkness     so waste no more time    seize the day gladly       because the hours will fly by       while we’re standing still