The clouds race golden
As be chariots
The sun is born
Like the deviants

As gusts of wind
****** the thoughts
Underdressed
The chest it coughs

While Major Clank
On wheels and stub
Bellows out and
Rubs the nub

Then by runes
the best made plans
Test the dikes
And angst of dams

The age of truth
The youth desired
Across the space
without the wires

The universe comes
In a box
Neatly packed
Shelved , detoxed

And all because
Annointed by rain
The blue sky morning
Clouds it's pain

~♡~

The best way to bring about change...
Don't walk. KNEEL!

SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/14/2016

On the first hour of my first day
in the front trench I fell;

'Get up,' bawled Sergeant Major,
'and stand eye to eye with hell,

and look ye on the plucky dead
whose chests swell out with pride';

but t'was the rats that swelled them
as they plucked them from inside..

What leaf blown day did I arrive
to speak in a strangers voice?
a soul dressed in skin and bone
a raggety spirit of too many nights
spent singing to the Moon ?
this shared endeavour of poetry?

All your old kisses have been blown on the wind
lipskin flaked and renewed ready to kiss again
so kiss the wind and you will kiss a World unawares
even, especially send warm kisses to your worst enemies.

Life is easy
Society is hard
So many complicating rules
What and what not to do
While being treated like tools

Education viewed as important
But priced as a luxury
The higher your IQ
The more your laughed at
Being ignorant is the new wise
Punished for exposing lies
Was my childhood a lie?
Was I being told lies this long?
If so, then jail me now
Because I’ll expose it all.
Society is hard

People are rewarded for lies
Money handed to them on a silver platter
They will do anything for that
Meaningless thing to give their lives meaning
But the richest ones we see are on the streets
The ones that we ignore
They don’t dress the part, but they can show it
In their smile, in their actions
They are rich in the soul, which is the greatest treasure

You tell me to be myself
But then you laugh at me for doing so
Then laugh at me more for hitting my all-time low

Do this, do that
Follow this, follow that
But I can’t follow this if I do that,
But if I don’t follow this, I’ll be hated
Or killed
And if I do this, I’ll be hated for doing it
And if I follow that, I’ll be hated for following that
Society is hard

Being good leads you to the streets
Showing kindness is looked down upon
Education leads to bankruptcy
Intelligence is shunned
While nice finishes last, the cheaters have already won

I’ve been told that this is the life we live
That society is life
A human being is not meant to live this hell
Life and this society do not go well
So much death
So much destruction
At this rate, there won’t be anything left

There is no need for any of this
The river of life has been manipulated and torn
To the point no fish can swim

We must fix it
Not by fixing society
But ourselves,
These are our lives, our river

Do what you feel is right
Work together, make compromises
Go with the flow

And some of you may think, you don’t
Need change
But that just shows how closed your river is

Open your river to change
We can fix this life and we can do it
One river at a time

oh yes,
said the painter,
i've had
a bird phase,
but the pane
was a blur.
and the canvas,
one shade of white,
that's my drill
on blind wings.

Tomb Raider
A Poem by Corset


..."and if he's got a tomb
you should go in"
"But you can't knock..."
"on the door;
the door's wide open"

A singing budget cut.
B Movie,
cheap thrills

"I'm going to FXXK
with her"...
"you are going to die"...

..."why do you say things like that"
"you know I heard you just now"
..."Oh sorry"

"beautful"...

...Contentment.
(smirk)...

Mid-way house...

(she turns over and flips her hair
away from her neck.)

..."you said no..."

..."I was afraid"...

..."only half way there"...

..."there are circumstances"

"to over come"...

..."like this knife"

I always try to choose my words carefully
Each syllable like an incision with a scalpel
Well intentioned and good mannered
In hopes of removing the ticking time bombs placed inside you and me by those that have left us behind
But one wrong slip
One accidental miscalculation
Obliterates the progress that I have so carefully tried to create.
Could one word have changed it all?
Could one different syllable be the reason that you are still here?