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Culpoetry Dec 2014
You were a conglomerate of contradictions
cascaded, divided, wedged in a vapid waste
weighing energy down into a selfish shape,

A structured vessel for polluted ground
a velvet tongue, a needle-waved whistle
that was biting a touch of frost amongst us

In an autumnal haze, a scavenger in taste
shuffles through souls likes cigarettes in his box
to light one up to the new, winter-weighted age,
chewed and swallowed over with an almond-like, bitter taste

The way the shadows were bended,
leaning over our landscape, like a twilight blanket
revealed, post-hearts, creatures in the dark
that twist us and terrify us on sleepless nights
patch us together, blow the embers of our hearts away
Until we’re awake again

When we can not make love to mirrors
For more than we would blur our semblance
In breath
Culpoetry Dec 2014
Streams, streams
Of silly string and statements

Spoilt from the start
not a coin earned from heart

And the audacity to defend
a blood-tattered, soul-shattered legacy
an interest that serves itself to the bitter end
and a hope for mankind that dies down, yet again

A robotic, a horrific, working nightmare
Waste and filth and marketing ploys
pass the infra-red, marked with fear and joy

Happiness in the empty heart
that’s fulfilled by plastic, and
Horror in the open heart
that’s sealed with servitude

All they want is a nation made for labour
a nation of thinkers would exchange their favour

If injustice is a cause worth risking a life for
then risk the lives of the lawyers and the lords

For their existence is sitting on the thin ice of their money
funded and incentivised, they **** up bribes like honey

Streams and streams of meaningless numbers
guide our timeline like through a rolling thunder

The vibrations from the cities have formed pyramids to the sky
Dragging us up by the scruff of our necks, to comply or to die
Culpoetry Sep 2014
The sky is shivering
and the air whistles, hollow
under an all-embracing moon
glowing out before it settles down
all too soon

The atmosphere is afraid
Trails in unknown spaces
marking their ways, deeper
into a sky of dispersing clouds

Drifting down to become nothing
Fading out, but without a doubt

Dayrise breaks, then
over the burdens of yesterday
The sun inspired comfort
over a husk of cold souls

Our friend sat there, solemn
on a golden field, softer soils
Soaking up sunlight, royal
and breathing in pollen

He has ascended now
to the warmth from which
an endless love was born

Shining out, smiling out
before he settles down

All too soon, but without a doubt
Culpoetry Sep 2014
I've dropped a weight
A larger anchor than fate

When I tell myself I can't escape
Bound by my brain’s mistakes

The future is a starless sky
Here in my tripwire mind

When you come to deliver me
Remind me to respect your loyalty

I might forget and wind up, silent
With no consciousness left to care

Left to care about your warm touch
Left to care when you pick me up

I’m scared, if you can’t be there
in the middle of the mayhem

the results of my tripwire mind
fading away at the worst of times

When you come to pick me up
Your touch will be the way to the
Heavens above, the Heavens above

When I think I’ve had enough
Never enough of your loyalty
in your love, your love
The loyalty in your love
Culpoetry Sep 2014
Feelings are terrible teachers

They’ll stress your mind
and take away your time
you will never draw a line
on whether they’ll push or pull

If you refuse to listen
to their endless lectures
then expect to have these
constant complications
with their code of conduct
and their strict regulations

Yes, you can and will skip class
for as long as your white lies permit
But you know you’ll end up coming back
or end up punished by a higher hand

Soulless, stress-filled, a vacant face
stares you straight into your little eyes
and from here, your life begins to lacerate
Culpoetry Aug 2014
It’s hard to feel
when you’re waiting
for someone

It’s hard to breathe
Here in Heaven
or down in Hell

Continuing until the end
Mired in false confidence

When drunken minds
Speak sober thoughts

A feeling I had right in the gut

Anxious shivers
To shivered hopes

Time is ticking
and I lie alone

A cold wind blows
from the mouth of fate

And I hope to God
this pain will abate

A serpent to
this travesty

A vulture came
to pick on me

A fox was far
away from me

A lion lies here
Crying in its’ sleep

Silver, black and golden streaks
Of everything I fear to see

It’s hard to feel
when you’re waiting
for someone
Someone else

Someone down
Someone out
Someone help
Help me help me
help me help me
help me help
Someone else

In this cage we dwell
In this pain we'll melt
Here in Heaven or down in Hell
For someone else
Someone else
Song lyrics for a variation of Golden.
Culpoetry Aug 2014
At the end of the day
You were under my roof
You eat my food

My son used your shoes
And refused the truth

At the end of the day
You can’t prove

That he’d crept behind you
and washed you in lies

That he’d stolen money
and stolen time

Don’t come to my door again
Because behind there
lies the snakes’ den

The evidence stands against him
But he can fly, he can raise my voice
With a sudden yet selfish cry

My son is an angel
My son is a lie
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