The dice in motion,
Lucky eight ball rolling,
Poker chip flipped
all the cards in the ocean.

I got pinched
but they missed out.

Just hope the cravings
don't set in.
Which one of y'all don't go hungry
e'ery once and again?

Sometimes you have to feel reality
tear up, upon everything you called life
to recognize what lurks in those subtle eyes.

Hear society rip at the seams,
Appreciate,
We've become narcotic demons.

Everyday you act in defiance of life,
Do it with style
rather than strife.

...If you wish to lose yourself to your dreams,
Lost souls asleep do drift,
With those memories that gleam,
I won't be hiding as the doses I admire
sate those craving of desire; find your game.

We got this glow in our house,
The entire crowd is out,
All the feens are
up for it,
I know you love it when it's kickin' off.
I like your reckoning
because we're buzzin' and there's nothing here to stop,
To stop this.

And everything works out, be sound,
I wear the symbols just because.

...The way we are, the way we seem,
Fill this nothing with our dreams.
The buckfast and spliff do their rounds
in the gaf where we all sit
as we get ****** and love it.

And everything works out, be sound,
Everyone can put their hoods down
here.

Through cybernetic veins
the blood of a Cybran
runs into this majestic data fane;
Twined, thy symbiont brain.
The matrices code,
This digital rain,
Falling
upon every node;
Our transhuman liberation.

Starting from dusk I can feel the buzz,
I'd steal that atmosphere for all of us.

When it's dark and the great lamps are alight
I become like a child again,
Staring up in wonder at the shining light,
The amazed gaze of a curious mind
pondering the life that's left in tonight.

Perpetual longing keeps me going;
Longing for venture, ventures I praise
that drive my mind. That longing set forth

in this nocturne of perpetuity versus time.

How many thoughts like these have I left
wandering the matrix
locked within my head?

There is so much that will remain unsaid.

Videoslave,
Audiosavant;
It's iconic/echoic:
So noetic, no one knows.

I'm just trying to be happy
she told me, and I knew the weight of her words
having spoke them before.
A heaviness and loss of innocence linger. I wish
I could comfort her better,
I too am trying to get there,
She knows I love her as one of my dearest friends.

Whatever are we?
Whatever are we like?

These weekends take their toll
on our hardened souls
as we weather the comedown

"Once the city used to pulse with energy. ***** and dangerous, but alive and wonderful. Now it's something else. The changes came slowly at first. Most didn't realize, or didn't care, and accepted them. They chose a comfortable life. Some didn't. And those who refused to conform were pushed to the sidelines, criminalized. They became our clients. We call ourselves Runners. We exist on the edge between the gloss and the reality: the mirror's edge. We keep out of trouble, out of sight, and the cops don't bother us. Runners see the city in a different way. We see the flow. Rooftops become pathways and conduits, possibilities and routes of escape. The flow is what keeps us running, keeps us alive."
*-Faith Connors

Humanity will fall long before we can abscond to the stars.
Our planet already shifts with this paradigm that is human,
The so-christened 'anthropocene', it will leave us
for another age/deity; Dionysus or Apollo? A Gaian
dream or the Venusian nightmare, whom do we feed?
Consuming needlessly, heedlessly, we became enamoured
with that consummation, forgetting our own Earth-Mother;
We forget nature, we forego any chance to heal the world.
Instead we'll let runaway greenhouse effect be the death
of our home, we're desecrating Hestia
and soon the hearth will burn out
and shall be forevermore cold.

Sure doesn't the madgod hunger
for an end to his own insanity!
Are we not them and they not
an aspect of our own reflection?

Carl Sagan said we'd need four things to stop this madness:
Efficient use of non-renewables, better use of renewable energy,
Reforestation on a grand scale and self-sufficiency for the poor.

I'm a dreamer
but I don't sleep at night,
I spend that time bringing my dreams to life;
Chemical enhancement makes me want to give it,
Vivid moments, surreal kisses.

This silence speaks to me when no one's around,
Intuition and nostalgia making subtle sounds.

The weekend calls out my name,
The feel's in the air
and I'm game.

Found beauty
lost in the bass,
Let it kick,
Off my face.

It's a fair exchange, time for experience, but
I feel robbed. What's been stolen from me, that
sense of wonder. My curiosity's been left to slumber.
Has knowledge failed me, or I it? What of discovery, or
the ventures my older poems did venerate? Where is that
mindset gone, where'd it go roving, with whom'd it abscond?
Perhaps I should settle for the present;
I hear the brief patter of rain, interspersed
beyond the soundscape of my own ambient
marmalade. All I care for is music.
Music is the antidote.

Twenty-four
orbits of this earth.
Now I notice my energy
dwindling while the wanderers
carry on, heedless of my
human struggles;
Of survival.
I hear that briefest patter of rain.

So many posts, so many poets, all with so much to say:
From depression to elation, amusement or anger,
Face happy melancholy on a lonely nostalgia,
For ridiculous notions of false power, ugly truths
and beauty which scours
a battle between angst
and acceptance in their most forlorn hours, spent
at home or away, throughout night or day, so many words
struggling to capture, release or keep at bay
these things we all feel everyday.

Sometimes I just don't know what to say
so I let another's words give my thoughts away:
"I guess I could be pretty ******* about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world.
Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much.
My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst;
And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain, and I can't feel anything but gratitude
for every single moment of my stupid little life."
That's all I didn't have to say.

**** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me,
**** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me,
**** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me,
**** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me,
**** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, see me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me,
**** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me,
**** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me,
**** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me,
**** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me.

Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me,
Hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me,
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me,
Hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me,
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me,
Hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me,
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me,
Hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me.

Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me,
Leave me, need me, leave me, need me, leave me, need me, leave me,
Leave me, leave me, need me, need me, need me, leave me, leave me,
Leave me, need me, need me, need me, need me, need me, leave me,
Leave me, leave me, need me, need me, need me, leave me, leave me,
Leave me, need me, leave me, need me, leave me, need me, leave me,
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me.

Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me,
Believe me, it's buried, believe me, believe me, it's buried, believe me,
Believe me, believe me, it's buried, it's buried, believe me, believe me,
Believe me, believe me, it's buried, it's buried, believe me, believe me,
Believe me, it's buried, believe me, believe me, it's buried, believe me,
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me.

Deceive me, feed me, deceive me, feed me, deceive me, feed me, deceive
Me, believe me, heed me, believe me, heed me, believe me, heed me, feed
Me, feed me, deceive me, feed me, deceive me, feed me, deceive me, feed
Me, believe me, heed me, believe me, heed me, believe me, heed me, feed
Me, feed me, deceive me, feed me, deceive me, feed me, deceive me, feed.

Pleading, appeasing, displeasing, apologising, releasing, pleasing me,
Pleading, appeasing, displeasing, apologising, releasing, pleasing me,
Pleading, appeasing, displeasing, apologising, releasing, pleasing me,
Pleading, appeasing, displeasing, apologising, releasing, pleasing me.

Will you end it quickly, will you end it quickly, will you end it quickly,
will you end it quickly, will you tend to it quick, will you end it quickly,
will you end it quickly, will you end it quickly, will you end it quickly?

Will we ever learn to stop worrying and love the bomb, will we ever
learn to stop worrying and love our carbon?

When the human's over turn out the lights!

I did play with entactogens
but in relentless chemical exploration
I may have lost sight of things.

Those wondrous doses I dabbled in
brought me the closest I have ever felt
to perfection; it is fake.

This did not deter me, even though
some things can never exceed the temporary.
Alas, the blue pill is so appealing

To live and love and lie and loath
and feel the pain of spiritual growth.

What consoles you?
Keep [it] going.

Regardless of whether I have a soul
I am content to be.

This me,
Myself and I
are no match
for be and being
from great heights;
I am an odd flux (in a strange loop).

Born to say "**** it!"

Cleanse it all,
Wash away the innocence.

The eternal party rages on,
We could never subsist.
Driven, haunted by youthfulness.

Just when I think it's left me
it returns, revived; renewal:
That sole feeling of existence,
When surprise is like a miracle.

Keep it continual
in this continuum of days,
Kick back and listen to the waves.

Keep it spiritual
in this continuous daze,
Hold it close to your chest and stay amazed.

I feel the memory of this world being recorded,
As I absorb every moment of it.

All subtle intricacy and half-lit beauty,
Living in Progress is a synthesis
of context and continuity.

Dendrobium Nobile is from the orchid family,
A plant containing 17 phenanthrenes
exemplī grātiā: 3,4,8-trimethoxyphenanthrene-2,5-diol.

A pharmacological stew, and a stimulant
of some kind.
I think sleep will be possible

after another while.
Spent the night dancing
to grime, garage and electronica.

The Oran rain patters against my home,
The wind breaks upon the house
and I lie in bed
feeling comfortably alone.

I need to sort my life, move on from this town,
Need to stop being on my own, want to give myself
away, want someone to take me
far away. I'd willingly lose myself
to another, a city or a person; the other,
Me. Is this narcissism? Can I just be happy,
Or must I change so radically
in order to escape?

The real work must begin,
This aimlessness must end before it becomes
ceaseless in its expansion. All I have are words
and melodies, moments in experience that will be lost to all
time. I might as well craft an album, and nod to all I've felt
and've left to feel. Music keeps me alive, 's the only thing
sometimes.

Walking through The Square
I could hear anger and anguish
spill out of two drunk quarrelers.

They look about my age.

They're facing each other.
Instinctively I fear for her.
I can make out their words
and that's all it takes.
In an instant I realize
their unfathomable pain.

"I'll never see my child again" she wailed
and he screamed "it doesn't matter",
Their past clinging to them;
Couldn't look away.

"He was so small", she despaired and collapsed
while he stormed off but only managed about 10 paces
before he too threw himself onto the ground and lay crumpled

at the foot of the dry fountain-bed.

The release caught me through a free-fall darkly.
Hanging on-air, falling off-world,
I can honestly say I didn't care anymore.

Gave up our minds
and cranked up the sound,
We got lost
in the times that were found:
Some of my fondest memories
were those surreal house-parties
when we delved into experimental ontology;
Playing with substance, when revelation
could strip fundamental to no sensation.

Somehow I'm still alive
and for that I can't apologize,
'Cause I don't know why.

We've all got mental problems,
Some of us hide them better.
How about that weather?

Tripping the syntax,
And I'm having difficulty
discerning my sanity right now.

There's a voice in the wind
at the throat of the world.
The sacrificial alter will hear me roar.

I'm on a duel-carriageway to crazy,
And the horses gallop onward.

Strange tidings through car doors,
Soft footfall on sand-torn shores.

Want to know whats wrong with the earth?
More violence, less hair,
And people don't hang around beaches anymore.

Acid cyclone on the horizon,
Shroom typhoon on distant shores,
Mescalito tornado on desert sands,
Psychedelic weather on the floor.

"What's your name?
What have you had?
Reach for the lazers.
Safe as ****."

Cut my wisdom teeth on a bass synthesizer.
As the day of our green patron saint approaches
I'm indifferent to thoughts of debauchery that once
invigorated my soul. This town has changed and I've
lost faith in the session, these memories are so pointless,
I'm somewhat manic, surely a result of excessive stability.
I think this is my prime reason to get out, but
my love for G-twn remains; part of my soul'll be always buzzin'

DEPRESSED.
Feel like it's stamped on my forehead.
Do they know?
I'm such a try hard.

Mask your face with a thick shroud,
Pour your black heart on the ground.

I've seen it tattooed on her arms,
She didn't use ink.
I almost gave my legs a third-degree fresco,
Playing with petrol.

Smile away, fool ‘em all;
The realm of indefinity calls.

Some people get all dressed up
when they go out.
We don't have to try too hard,
It's who we are, but
we have our fun all the same.
Desperation always
is in fashion. For a while there
I thought I could change.

The past is a flash,
The present is eternity.
I've been waging a war
on temporality.

Come, save me
from the thoughts that eat me.
That's all we are, after all,
Thoughts and a body.

Eight-day weeks aren't bleak
when there's another day to party.
Got nothing better to do with our time
than cook up the cure to lethargy.
It can't hurt to be well-versed
in the dark-arts of alchemy.
Black magic best-served
with a pinch of anarchy.

A flash of eternity disrupted temporality.
Do you know me? Essentially.

Ecstatic eyes dived into the foray,
They finally realized
today is tomorrow's yesterday.

The past is a flash,
The present is eternity.
Take some time to come get lost with me.

In White Rooms we found our place
amongst the stars and open space.
Footsteps fell on a churning dance-floor
before unreality gave way to Gomorrah.

I witnessed the human condition in their eyes,
I ran so far away from you
I forfeit my convictions to a clouded sky.
I don't even recognize me any-more,

I dreamed of Columbine
for months at a time,
So dark a place it was.
I swear I'll never go back.
Numbness take me,
Inhumanity break me,
Never go back.

Waiting to be born,
I felt so old,
When I tried to burn
away the cold.
I awoke upon red snow,
Blood-stained, steam rising,
Demon-born from silent agonizing.

Dreaming of Columbine
for months at a time,
I never let them know
how close I came
fire on a forgotten factory floor
and instead won
the quiet game.

I die a thousand deaths every night
and am reborn after the dawn of each morning light.
I roam vast plains of an unlimited kind
that are neither of the waking eye nor the sleeping mind.

In my domain the world ends at the start of each day
and temples burn casting half-light every way.
We are all clothed in robes, euphoric and without age,
Understanding the unexplainable; philosophers at a rave.

In it's infinite depths, meaning has become irrelevant.
Context has not.

I gazed into sky-deep eyes,
Beyond her and into the abyss.
As I did so did she, staring past me
and into that hollow emptiness.
That moment was like
the absence before
thunder cometh,
Giveth bliss.

What for
a lost palindrome

I miss being a teenager
because I can't grow up any-more.

I still get hormone swings
and that peer pressure thing
and regret I can't withdraw.

Yet my sense of being is not increasing,
No it's not at all.

I have a fondness for meaningless memories,
Their insignificance speaks to me
like culture shock when on holiday.

Effy Stonem's eyes pierce mine;
Mesmerized by irides the quality of sky.

I chose not to feel. I abandoned
all my emotion, I left love
to gather dust
and let memory sustain;
I ask myself
am I so stained?

Are you going to judge me for my life?
Are you so insecure
my happiness brings you strife?
I said one day that
"sometimes I wish I could just express myself
without being judged or misinterpreted".
And later
you laughed at me for it.

I'm may not be as smart as you
but I'm happy when it's quiet.
I may not have the money you do
but I'm content most nights.
I could be so **** dangerous
but that wouldn't be right.
It's never enough for you,
I'll never give up; get a life.

If you knew what it was like
to face yourself and come out alive;

It's not that I haven't got something to say
it's more that I don't have the will to utter it.

Where even do I start? I mean:
**** girl, I like you, it's just
I'm not so keen on myself. So
it's hard for me to see exactly
what you see in me without
a postscript to my thought
which reads 'you sure know how to pick them'.

I might be handsome but you are beyond beautiful,
You're hilarious, you're intelligent, you're my kind
of girl.
I apologise if I've not been
all there
because I like you, I swear.

I am still finding my feet
after kicking down
The Doors.

The light of the city
dims that of the stars.

We've got this worldwide think-tank
where the digital ink's flowing;
They call it the web but it's more like an ocean.

On and on it goes,
All of it flowing,
Out into the world;