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Rags

she lay upon the cloud tops 
ignorant of her rags 
on her back loose feathers 
stuffed into a sack 
because she shined with silver 
he thought she could fly 
but those who are born soaring 
never needed to try
suits, boots, life impaired 
self-contained in a paper bag 
he begs for her to love him
burning with a desire 
ferocious as a tiger 
caged in glass 
imprisoned within his fear 
the heart won't let her near

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Splinters -- revised

like splinters in the mind
thoughts that cannot be left behind
faded memories of self
like a photo on a shelf

behind that glassy shine
you're frozen forever in time
reality is divided
as the flotsam rises
like shards of broken glass
the shadows of the past
cutting you into two
marching onward to your doom

marching onward to your doom

you, 
were fed from the bowl that they showed you
were bred to do what they told you
you, 
marched in a line to a sleeping beat
you,
thought the world was at your feet
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You've seen places you'll never be
heard things you'll never see
you
tossed a coin and rolled the dice
for
A chance to play in paradise

fighting against the tide

in the struggle to survive
to get back to where you began
up the stream to your end
from dust to ash
it's just another rehash

down the line you were led
your fears turned to dread
they told you you were free
they told you what to be
they told you what to see

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Trash

to sew eyes shut, and turn away
from the face I see each day
a temptation stronger than reason
unyielding as the passing seasons
my voice is tame, common refrain
a quiet whimper, uttered in shame?
yet if I form rhyme with which to speak
does seeking the truth not set you free?

twisting verse into line
against the clock's cruel designs
an upheaval with no end
the inescapable tick
of time's cold hands

wisdom comes with age, they say
knowing to long for better days
but for a fleeting glimpse of yesterday
there, you cannot stay

uncountable traces of thought
memories cursed and fraught
waking in frozen sweats
dreams of forgotten depth
always forward, onward
to the drumbeat of dread

wisdom comes with age, they say
knowing to long for better days
but for a fleeting glimpse of yesterday
there, you cannot stay

my future foretold
a desolate stone
left to the cold
forgotten by time
left to the vines
tell me, what is divine?

we'll leave our traces, history of our races
plastic wraps, and rotten snacks
rusted bottle-caps, flavoured johnny-wraps
an empire of trash, buried in earth
a monument to our vanity
a tribute to our insanity
a statue of the chosen horde

wisdom comes with age, they say

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Drone

Drone

little specs down below
watch them scurry to and fro
streams of white and red 
filling an ocean at my behest

with broken backs and crooked limbs
their hurried toils 
are the subject of my whims
in my lands there is no rest
a slow decay, day by day
their bones will feed my nest
while in the ground they rot away

I'm master of fates
a thousand levers, my machine
safe in the shadows of fame
watching on from up on high
my belly full, my mouth never dry

with icy condescension 
I hatch designs beyond comprehension
get them suited, get them booted
toughened by steel, broken by greed
for their hardened skin, their rotten toenails
I raise my glass to their travails
My glance a morbid curiosity
at their scurrying toil to bend the knee
exchanging lies by my design 
pinned to a board, I pull their wings
my malice is refined, my face dignified
torn apart, they cannot sting
their lives are but fleeting dreams

Some burn like tigers
caged in glass
flickering with fervent purpose
until their future's passed 
up and down the way they work
fighting their way along the curb
fusing their greed and need
working the line for chicken feed

with broken backs and crooked limbs
their hurried toils 
are the subject of my whims
in my lands there is no rest
a slow decay, day by day
their bones will feed my nest
while in the ground they rot away

little specs down below
watch them turn to ash and bones
jump a mile
plunge headlong
you'll never leave
where you belong

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Purgatory

holding onto illusion
trying to make it through.
a broken shard of glass
that cuts you into two
fevered dreams reflect fantasies
scattered threads permeate reality
round and down
circles through the mind
lost and bound in purgatory 
condemned to reside

this state of delusion
a symptom of confusion
called to the void
dragged down into hell
silent despair
only broke by quiet prayer
seeking salvation
hand of god
ultimate exaltation from above
supreme exhilaration
conveyed in shame
the original sin
impossible to tame

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Rags -- revised

holding on to illusions
trying to make it through
fevered dreams reflect fantasies
scattered threads permeate reality
this state of delusion
a symptom of the confusion
calling from the void

the angels shone with silver
their furs stuffed in a sack
lying upon cloudtops
but ignorant of their rags
seeking to reach the sky
he thought he could fly
but those born soaring
never needed to try

holding on to illusions
trying to make it through
fevered dreams reflect fantasies
scattered threads permeate reality

in silent despair
dragged down to hell
broken by breathless prayer
seeking salvation
the holy creation
unity of man
was there ever a plan?

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Spirals

Spirals

Smiling so polite
to regurgitated lines that we recite
A serene sea 
A tranquil facsimile
That's what you see
That's what I show
all so you don't know

In the mirror I see fire
I see hate 
A self-portrait of fear?
Or just the demon getting near

I'm losing my control
Will the savage show?
Through spirals of malcontent
fighting the noise inside my head 

I went for a quiet stroll
Never knowing where
My feet may go
Through streets of yesteryear
or into the darkness that I fear

I'm losing my control
Will the savage show?
Through spirals of malcontent
fighting the noise inside my head 

When the knives come out
with a smile
Slicing through skin
Making me grin

I'm losing my control
Will the savage show?
Through spirals of malcontent
fighting the noise inside my head 

In the mirror I see fire
I see hate 
A self-portrait of fear?
Or just the demon 

getting near

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The Tribe

you opened your mind
and dropped your defences
you smiled at pretences
nodding blind, bending to the lies
you're connected to the tribe

you chatter and shout
mouthing simple phrases
spouting mindless praises
it sounded like clear sense
peddling common nonsense

was it worth fighting for?
a blood-soaked score
moving in circles, subdued
speaking in half-truths
exclaiming your virtues
going with the flow out to sea
are you where you wanted to be?
or did you die inside the stream

it'll lead you without remorse
stripping humanity, its only cause
it'll drive you insane
wrapping you in chains
while you cry "freedom"
from earthly refrains 

A virus of the mind
infecting your senses
entrapped by your pretences
playing on selfish desires
creating falsehoods to admire

was it worth fighting for?
a blood-soaked score
moving in circles, subdued
speaking in half-truths
exclaiming your virtues
going with the flow out to sea
are you where you wanted to be?
or did you die inside the stream

you realise the truth, only too late
in dreams and faded memories
broken by promises of hate
already it has sealed your fate
day by day, you're fading away
as your mind slowly decays

was it worth fighting for?
a blood-soaked score
moving in circles, subdued
speaking in half-truths
exclaiming your virtues
going with the flow out to sea
are you where you wanted to be?
or did you die inside the stream

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Troll

I've travelled the world in fifty days
I have pissed on every parade
my mind is bent
my fingers are numb
I will fight on with my thumbs

from place to place I roam
while never leaving home
A lone wolf in the dark
A lonely wall to leave my mark

as each day passes by
twiddling thumbs to pass the time
I've an excuse for every occasion
I've the story of my reputation

but as I slowly decay
my brain is rotting away
I can feel it each day
just another breath away

a pack of fools at my side
each night I prey
my gods are with me
or so they say

I lie awake each night
counting fights
on a bed of blood
it's all I deserve
for nothing I say
has any worth

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Let's be real

Let's be real 
I'm the deal 
the big dog
handing out slapdowns
I'm on a crackdown
I'm taking out the trash
I'm a digital jokers ass

cope harder!
reality is not your father
your ego is a disaster
wasting your time!
arguing online!
so here's a witty rejoinder!

you smell, smelly smell
you smell, smelly, smell
you smell, smelly

nothing they say will convince me
nothing they do will thrill me
pushing their agenda on me loud
but here I stand, proud 

I'm here every day
I'll never go away
Argued with a tag
Lost my rag 

why can't you be constructive?
while I am so productive
feeding your ego each day
while I slave away
chained to my keyboard
with nothing to say