Life.
Insufferably long,
yet
cruelly short.
Life.
Insanely difficult,
and
easy as laughter.
Life.
Selflessly caring,
but
brutally harsh.
Your life.
Wonderfully poignant,
whilst
utterly pointless.
This life.
Excitingly unknowing,
and
ultimately fatal.
All life.
Delicately fragile,
yet
fiercely resilient.
Life.
Ineffably beautiful,
and
unspeakably ugly.

Life.

Barbed, twisted roots,
gnarled with bitter bile.

Cutting, stabbing tendrils,
snagging purchase with cruel guile.

Winded, wounded outrage,
stumbling, sagging, overloaded.

Doubting, nagging insults,
confidence imploded.

People like to vent their spleen.
On social media, you can come clean.
Express thoughts, opinions
without consequence?
For what it's worth,
give your two-pence.

It’s a right of course, to have one’s say.
But surely we can do it with civility?
Cruel words can sting, and wound and stab;
we’re not all equipped to slip the verbal jab!
So take some time before you send your words abroad,
and remember - the pen is mightier than the sword.

Goodbye cruel world
take away my soul.
I wanna go home
this sunny day,
a rock and roll refugee.

The silent reproach
your favourite disguise.
Put through the shredder
in perfect isolation.

Swollen hand blues,
fat and psychopathic.
No drugs to calm me.
Tight as a tourniquet,
a warm thrill of confusion
coming through in waves.

Itchy feet and fading smiles
put me in the firing line.
Toys in the attic
fill the empty spaces -
a snapshot in a surrogate band.

Is there anybody out there,
in this brave new world?
No dark sarcasm hid behind
some mad ******'s wall?

Time to go.

The truth is writ large,
a beacon in her head.
The words lie unspoken,
between them in their bed.

The knowledge sits amongst them,
immutable cold stone.
Superficially united,
in reality both alone.

Soldiering on together
through the cut and ******.
A case of put up or shut up,
go home or go bust.

Back yourself.
In.
All that you do.
Put yourself.
Up.
For steep, lofty climbs.
Take yourself.
Out.
Of dark, negative equations.
Let yourself.
Down.
Gently, from tall orders.

“We’re not gonna make it,
are we?
Humans, I mean?”, said he.
“It’s in your nature to destroy yourselves”, said the robot.
Sadly, I tend to agree...