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303 · Mar 2020
Gen-Z
Beowulf Mar 2020
What's up bruv",
"Chill out bruv',
The social's divided much unloved,

"But thatz so true like",
"Innit like",
Bourgeois reinvented social tikes.

"What about it tho"
"Not at all tho",
Feared difference from the status quo.

"Nah fam",
"Wid de fam",
Cult disciples of instagram.

Communaholics,
Vitriolic,
Diabolic,

Gamesters,
Influencers,
Society's single use redeemers,

"Link me up"
"Whatssup"
The Gen Z get-up.
223 · Mar 2020
The Aspirant's Mantra
Beowulf Mar 2020
Oysters they're out there - somewhere,
Everywhere,
as the oyster men slowly drift through the inlet.
Heaved by sail and oar;
sinews of sheets and sails stretched.

Driven by hope and anticipation
the patina of time etched in weatherbeaten faces;
Like a lure for life the longline stretches and dredges, expectant evermore.

Drifting from catch to catch where the ardent prosper;
Achieve and believe the addiction and alchemy of the aspirant,
"Dream big" of the world the unenviable oyster of youth,
Dictums of the desirous drifting from goal to goal,
and chore to chore.

Mantras of men mourning forgone missives of the masculine.
The dredges of disconnected men's minds to sea.
Destined for despair.
194 · Mar 2020
Panopticon of Pounds
Beowulf Mar 2020
Big brother; surveilled; rat runs of pounds;
Instaweb orbs, tendrils confound,
Face timely chats across coded binary,
Clocked on, logged in let it begin;

Around and around the wheels about town,
The daily homage to tubes underground,
Whistlestop lunches, lanyards and passes,
Payslip available labour force saleable.

PIN, Password, Face recognition,
Upload, drawn down, robotic volition,
Subdural naked forced aspirations,
Chasing dragons of faked motivation.

Push and chug and push and chug,

The relentless surge of more from above,
Steady inbound for disembarkation,
Life's sourjourn of self realisation.
Beowulf Mar 2020
"A hope or ambition of achieving something"

A noble quest or dreaded chore,
the hallucinogenic toreador,
wisps of whims woven true,
the holy grail of life's breakthrough
Into
eschew
I.O.U's
Pursue.

Devotees to hullabaloo,
Paths of choice and deja-vu,
Plucked and primed for a grand debut,
Machines of malice turning screws.
The zoo..
The zoo...
The zoo...

"The action or process of drawing breath"

Discipline of time tied to view,
Draw in, draw out overdue,
Wrongful breaths, faces blue,
Expectations to live up to.
You do,
Come to,
Review.

Pupils of fate worldview askew,
Daydreams full of all that you knew,
Breathe; exhale; souls subdued,
Caged and waged into servitude
All you do,
Untrue.

See through.
91 · Mar 2020
The Taunts of Torment
Beowulf Mar 2020
You've never really reciprocated all you feel,
Windows on your side fogged from view,
Pictures on panes traced on breaths and dew,
Biting off more than what they can chew.

Faces and places and spaces on trains,
Egg timers draining and waning away,
Surrealist escape for your groundhog Day,
Come wipe the glass clean and ease the pain.

Cry "torment!" and tell in words and rhyme,
Inside we reside and abide to tides,
Of woe and hurt and taunts of time,
Where each sand-second is your hourglass chime.

Of tick and tock around the face,
pained expressions in time and space,
Life and love all encased,
But the hand sweeps across fogged pictures: erased.

Until the old father of time calls your name, endure,
laugh,
love,
live,
Sustain.
Beowulf Mar 2020
Careening, asunder a wonderous spell,
heart's depths never known,
I'll stand by your unhappiness,
whilst riding our carousel.

To see a smile and your beauty shine,
your gentle tone and tears,
standing still, by your unhappiness,
assuaging your hell-bent fears.

"It's Doomed", echoes with no real thought,
missives to blind love's effigy,
statues stoic in sweetheart serenades,
Seconds together caught.

Catching hours a longline trawl,
Unkempt commitment to time,
A Watchman's brief, a sentry's shift,
Becoming your master of all.

Loyally lunatic and hurtfully hopeful,
To depths of love be shared,
Blinded, amazed, infernal paradox,
Heartfelt, tragic, cruel.

It's Doomed, and it's Doomed and it's Doomed some more,

Alas we're stillΒ "here",
Your soft presence resolute clinging to threads,

Love's ability to restore.

Dear Love be gentle,
replenish,
Tormented by life and you,
I've been all I can for her,

I forever wish.

— The End —