Cynicism is just a word
Disillusioned with the era of mankind
Ever seeing evil amongst the land
With tales of war and destruction
Without a handshake or hug to boot

Cynicism is just a word
Coiling the fabric of relationships and heartbreak
Burrowing further down the rabbit hole
Brimming with doubt and desire
Yet never dispelled

Cynicism is just a word
Portrayed by the immorality of office
Lies and Deceit become honesty
As love and passion, forbidden
And without the seed to grow

Cynicism is just a word
No
No
No
No
A way of life

No time left for art
As the worker bees descend on the sun's rays
Dereliction of duty breeds insecurity
Allowing the conveyor belt to move
Our greatest hopes rely on the wallet
And not the gentle stroke of the brush

The sword of literature and design sheathed
As machines dominate our minds
Destiny of redemption lying in wait
As we inhale the sourness of greed
No fate too unfathomable for idealism
Perhaps no fate at all for pragmatism

Alas, no time left for art
The conveyor belt pushes forward
Transcending individual furnishing
And descending into the darkness of want
Complete injustice for need

Man's destiny to lie amongst the stars
Breeding new life
In a cosmic void
Never to settle
Never to cherish

As Gaia falls to neglect and injustice
Nature takes back control
Ejecting ego and narcissism
Scattering the Alpha beyond its borders
Unburdened of ownership

A distant sphere clouded by power
An enigma
Yet feeds the dreams of the future
The unpredictability of promise
Resting on the shoulders of capital

But it is not our first choice
As our neighbour engulfs our minds
So too does the idealism of today
Although alien in science
Familiar in emotion

It lies in wait
Waiting for them
An offering
Of potential
A war on inhospitably
Another chance

Luna's light gleaning from the field
Deftly bestowing man's undoing
Consigned to ashes of folk
And left longing for creation

The age of the dog so tempered and cruel
Eternal beast of loathe and fear
Struck with the bow of Artemis
And damnation unto despair

From Nature's grasp this beast exhales
Mediating between life and sin
Transcending myth and legend
Betrayal of the highest calibre

Auriel

Warrior,
Wayward passage through mountains and creek
Sword bearing, brutalising
A bastion of medieval belief
Succulence of blood, yet a sour note
The progression of sapiens yet to pronounce
So how can this story unfold?
If we can't bear to turn the other cheek

Warrior,
Culture displaced by rage and fury
Interaction bequeathed to those who accept
A tantalising prospect, fading into black
An indent on iron and steel
Becoming myth and drowning in the lake.
Must we look no further than the garden?
The fields of a distant land, forgotten
And incensed at no hand to shake

Warrior,
We will not submit to isolation and ambiguity
But catch the flowers we've longed to chase
And meet the farmhand, an enigma no more
Determined to melt the hilt of metal
And join the wandering eye of family.