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Danny Stockton Poem
Dot-matrix monotony beasts,
Bring endless agonies and fake archetypes,
To drown the silent scream of nothing inside.
I know now why you turn up the noise.
Hide your ears, as they pound on the drum of sadism.
Because I howl the song of terror.
And now we both become batteries.
You the positive, I the negative,
Existing purely to give power to the another.
Their box of lights bleeds our minds.
With a thousand meaningless babbles,
Like over-zealous wasps.
Senselessly knotting round and around.
Constricting mind, body and soul.
Under this monochrome sky,
In this thick, wet, air,
They are almost tangible.
Tasted, smelt, but never heard
Cartoon wraiths flitting at the periphery.
Not waiting, not feeling.
Blind mechanical bats.
Without voice or form.
They feed my failings,
Fattening me for the feast.
But they hold no malice,
Just a circuit with terror as it’s current.
They no more hate my soul,
Than the fox hates the rabbit.
Fearing these surrogate pulses,
I pull a blackened hide over my shoulders,
And with snakes for eyes, I pull on chainmail gloves.
The metal cuts my skin, the rotting hide constricts
My last breath bears a spirit,
Which eats the sky like a rusty knife.
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Villages crushed, by shiny rocks,
Demolished while, the profits shot,
Sapper gets nought, from shards in sand,
His life and yours, in wicked hands [
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Twist in it’s dance,
You are entranced
Until the last.
The king’s cup flows, over with blood,
You know you think, money is love,
Giving nothing, they steal your trust,
Binding you with, aesthetic lust.
You can’t break the, hardest substance,
Your body twists, in diamond dance,
Would you save a, million lives,
Or get lost in, it’s twinkling eye?
Puppets in the diamond dance,
Mankind lost in, the wicked trance,
If you mistake, waste for romance,
You won’t have an-ything that lasts.
Purest glass light, that grows in earth,
Heaven from soil, the land gave birth,
But it won’t feed, humanity
Your mindless greed, their agony
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Why is the air, so good for me?
The acrid taste, that gives safety.
And why’s it best, just to pass out?
Empty now I, can die, fade out.
It’s Crystalline,
It is sunshine,
It is the void,
Still in my mind.
New day, new pill, new empty smile,
Not quite cloud nine, but aiming higher,
Wanna sleep, fight, or cry in shame,
But it’s all I’ve got, to recall your name.
It’s Crystalline,
It is Sunshine,
It is the silence,
In my mind.
Rage taken by, an invited thief,
Is this better, this empty peace?
I’d tap the well, but it’s run dry,
Can’t feel enough, to even try.
Copyright © Danny Stockton | Year Posted 2015
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