Twisting & turning
Swirling around
The tornado thoughts
From which I weep
Escape is futile
Having to endure
The ******* vortex
Of ritual obsessions
Pulling deeper
And deeper down
Gasping for air
The surface so close
And yet so far
On this sea of misery
The tormentors all bang
Their paranoid drums
Of all events to come
In a future of hellish abyss
The glimpse of light
A faraway touch
The waiting an agony
But alas, it is never to end
Until the asphalt
Comes sharply into view
And with a fond farewell
I kiss the world goodbye.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:53 PM UTC
Socialising is so tiring
And draining.
The interchange a merry waltz of delight
But not for all
The hieroglyphical rules
Bewildering for some
And so I ask the following
With the hope for an answer
From the initiated
The ones with the elixir of life
What will they want to talk about this time?
Do I start the conversation?
Should I say I am ok?
Do I ask if they are too?
What do I talk about after?
Will they like what I say?
At what point do I talk?
Have I just interrupted them?
What did they think of my point of view?
Should I have sat here?
Did they want me to?
Why aren’t they speaking to me?
Can I speak now?
Is it that funny?
When is a reasonable time to leave?
What happens if I don’t laugh?
Why aren’t they letting me speak?
Can I just go home?
Please
I
Am
Drained.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 7:12 AM UTC
I’m autistic
I’m not stupid
I’m not awkward
I’m not an epidemic
I do have feelings
I am empathetic
I can learn
I can create
Contrary to what the great poet RFK Jr. proclaimed
I can do things on my own
I can love
I can understand
I know how things work
Sometimes better than you
I can laugh
I can cry
I get upset
I get annoyed
These all make me who I am
A human
An equal
It is just sometimes I need support
But don't we all at some point
So please see me as a human
An autistic human
And be kind
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
Rolling fog descending the hills
Bending trees and swaying reeds
Red, orange and brown autumnal leaves
Scattered all around waiting for their royalty to cross their path
Silence fills the damp, clean air
Trampled grasses lead the way
As I await the lonely walker
I am vengeance, the justice of the peace
Bow down all yea who dare
Call out and cry to Shiva the Destroyer
Where you are to be released from your splendour
Dionysus, take me to thy temple
And drink the holy communion
Freeing the madness of the mind
Banishing the apocalyptic visions
Now a darkness is coming
Plunging all across the land
Driving out the fires of light
Birds turn silent to beastly howls
Forcing the day to end
The lonely walker I have found
Silently moving so you can feel
The breath on your neck, hands moving around
In a moment in the heart of darkness
You cry out with Aum and with one final breath
The brilliant light floods around
Illuminating the sky like a chorus of angels
The long snake moan
Released but resting in your splendour
Worshipping at the temple of love
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 3:30 AM UTC
First it was my judge
Then my academic
Next it was my streets
And now it’s my words
What other freedom am I to lose
In this land that was once free
Before its goose stepping to the right
Followed by genuflecting corporations
Proclaiming in fear, “Long live the king.”
Is three the magic number for me
Or the ultimate declaration of change
With another false proxy of war
So stand up for me
And I’ll stand up for you
Be at my side
And I’ll be there for you
For only we can change the inevitable claim
That three is the magic number
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
Love is the law
Told through generations in Churches, Mosques, Synagogues, Temples and Gurdwaras
Love thy neighbour; do unto others, and all that
The golden rule threading its way into the hearts and minds of who?
Who listens? Who takes on board? Who really cares?
Would the world collapse if one day I said “No more. From now on I’m being a ****
Everyone for themselves, all rules are out of the window; a one person Purge.
A capitalist of all time, those Psychogeographical wanderings through the moral maze.
Hegemony of me; those that stand in the way trampled into the dirt.
Anarchy in the heart, nihilism with each and every action
And party like it’s the end of time
Do what thy wilt shall be the whole of my law
With mind manipulation to the occult ways of the black
The heart corroded of meaning; hardened, plaque ridden arteries halting the love and care
A higher presence in full knowledge of the deceits of life and its better ways
Conditioned to think of others first and the self later or some other sort of ****
A Faustian pact with the other side brought to life
A drink to your good health
The pleasures of life grabbed by the scruff of the neck and wrung to the final drop
The scales of justice rusting as day turns into night into day
The naked bodies entwined branches of lust and ecstasy surfing the waves of wanton desires
Blurred narcotic visions indistinct from the other until time cannot be returned
Byronic Blakeian spectral figures holding out their hands of kinship
But this corrosion of the self is melting in the mirror of madness
Syphilitic mercurial fumes rise from the furnace resting on the brim
Deeper and deeper down
The depths of the soul eroded for all time
Replaced by throbbing notions of unfamiliar reflections
The dread of not knowing thyself
The attic painting no longer recognisable
Full of decay
An ageing Id no longer able to get up
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
When you look back, what can you say?
Did you bring something of use,
Something that you can be proud of?
Or did you just take, causing pain and misery?
Will others be proud of what you did,
Will someone thank you for what you’ve done?
Or will they celebrate now you’ve gone?
Are you an angel on Earth,
Bringing selfless happiness and joy?
Do you love with all your heart,
Never expecting acts in return,
Just knowing that feeling good is good enough?
For if you do,
Then you will know,
The meaning of love.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC
You think you know because you read something on the internet
And your wife’s best friend’s cousin knows someone with it
So you have all the answers and cannot be wrong
Dave down the pub reckons it is all a scam and really they are just a bit thick
And he knows because he is Dave and Dave knows **** especially when seven pints in (God he is ******* funny; what a legend)
We are the problem with the world
The world that is only for the entrepreneur
Not the ones who see through the smokescreen
Wanting to give love to everyone, using intimidating genders and pronouns, instead of glorifying the economies of scale
But they are the snake oil salespeople
So go back to your cave of gossip and rumours; evolution has stalled for you
Genuflecting at the feet of those paid influencers who tell you how to live your life with fictitious remedies of being
Leaving us to mop up your mess
Too ******* stupid, too ******* greedy to save the earth
Too ******* stupid, too ******* greedy to end poverty
Too ******* stupid, too ******* greedy to accept
Too
*******
Stupid
You
Greedy
****
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 4:34 AM UTC
Out there I found
The enlightenment of Nirvana
Whilst the city lights
Burned bright in unforgettable fires
And the singer sang his love for you
I knew that I would have the calm of one
As I journeyed to the centre of the Earth
Finding the return full of heartbreak
But all I wanted to do
Was break on through
To the other side
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
Stances and poses stolen from guitar Gods
Hip shakes amping the sexuality
Audience love
And ego boosted
The nightly life of the rock star
Boredom and waiting around
Back stage the city that I only see
Taking advantage
Of groupie love
The nightly life of the rock star
Adrenaline coursing through the veins
Not a chance of dreaming soon
Alcohol or drugs
Can permanently fix
The nightly life of a rock star
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 4:04 AM UTC