I’m Stressed
Depressed
But today
I got dressed
Every day
Is bleak and grey
Just like the rest
But today
I got dressed
Today I got dressed

Sometimes I think about the after-life and all of its absurdities
Life is just a flash of light between two eternities
There’s no hell below or heaven above
You’ve already experienced the void
So what are you so afraid of?

there is a growing storm
brewing on the inside
every day it rages away
it's getting harder to hide

this storm takes place
in all of my thoughts
brings with it confusion
sinister schemes and plots

how can i support myself
with all this heavy rain
building up on the inside
and messing with my brain

when it gets too much for me
all this gloom and doubt
i tip my head downward
so the rain can leak out

One column.
Two Sentences.
You choose the headline.
Deplatform and silence.
Coerce and align.

One month,
Two calamities.
Refresh and it's gone.
Nothing remains
in focus for long.

Digest the digests;
digests of every kind.
Fruitless echo-chambers
self-censoring the mind.

Theaters, Airplanes,
Public transit; Empty seats.
Next weekend two protests.
Let me hear you in the streets.

Gamma correct the pores
off the very face of life.
Featureless perfection.
Expression goes under the knife.

Flowers now grow upon flowers
instead of good rain and black loam.
Flowers feeding off fireworks;
Their roots' refusal to go home.

If I am to meet my fate
by my expressions in the past.
Let these words here written
be my very last:

Towards thee I roll.
Thou all-destroying but unconquering whale;
To the last, I grapple thee;
From hell's heart I stab at thee;
For hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
With broken haul and tattered sail
torn to pieces while still chasing thee.
Sink forever into the violent sea.
Though my fate is now tied to thee.
Thou ****** and acursed whale!

A low crescent moon shining on a dark winter's night
In this forest there's a pond which gives the whole town a fright

This pond has a danger which all the townsfolk know
They have abandoned this whole area to the glamour of snow

The pond is leagues from here, further than a hectare
Upon this forsaken pond at night skates a glowing spectre

A figure all in shadow; in the blackness glowing white
Twirling and gliding in the darkness dancing all through-out the night

Dancing alone so gracefully and serene
Dancing for no-one with no desire to be seen

Her black and blue pond is lined with snowy trees
Blowing from her direction; a cool and ominous breeze

If you try to focus on her the image will surely shift
Her movements appear inhuman, rolling like a snow drift

Doubt your eyes for even a second and she will disappear into shadow
It will appear as if you saw nothing; as if she were sifting snow

For those who have caught sight of her a mere glimpse will not suffice
When she gazes back upon you, you will step out on that ice

I can't say what she'll do to you, although I assume you'll be drowned
I can't even say for certain if a body has ever been found

This may sound like an old wives tale, full to the brim with animosity
Just do yourself a favour my lad, and keep still your curiousity

It appears to me that you're mentally ill
Here is some water to wash down that pill
Myself and my colleagues have all clearly stated
You need to be institutionalized and heavily medicated

Our fixation with hand held machines
And replacing meals with soybeans
A spectator to arguments over vaccines
We're all underemployed and "getting-by" by other means
Living vicariously through our broken screens
Lobotomized and abused; nearly at-risk teens
Utterly lost in so many depression memes
Farmed and sent out from the Phillipines
Too desensitized to hear our own internal screams

After two days on a drinking binge
My nose began to turn red
After three days of having drunken fun
I noticed that the party was dead
And the story it told of the good times that flowed
It made me sad to think it would end

You see I've been in the basement drinking a beer with no-name
It's taste and low price is insane
Intoxicated, I wont remember the name
So there ain't no point buying labeled again
La la la la Lala la Lala la la la

what time was it
what was your age
when you first found out
that it's all just staged
from their instagram account
to their facebook page
it's all just made up
so they are not upstaged
they exaggerate their life
as their followers rose
they take a hundred shots
to get the perfect pose
so don't get caught up in it
you're not missing out
these apps intend to create needs
and to fill your life with doubt
be aware as you scan your feeds
it might be time to log-out
repeat this line just as it reads
i am not missing out

the roses are dead
the violets are too
if you want to join them
i'll come with you

it was not quite morning when i woke in my bed
in the doorway there was darkness and a black figure i read
standing in the doorway in silence, not a word, nothing said
i could just make out its eyes: yellow, and black with a hue almost red
it was staring at me. filling me full with dread
i saw it's hands rested on the doorframe with fingers wide-spread
i tried not to scream but an airy hiss left my head
just as all of my courage and sanity fled
i swear this figure, back into the darkness it bled
until i could no longer tell it from the shadows at the foot of my bed

i sweat and sweat and sweat and sweat
my under arms are always wet
basting myself in my own vinaigrette
i’ll never be the cool guy in the corvette
blasting his tunes with an old school cassette
with a blonde on his right and in the back a brunette
i’ll always be this soggy piglet
you’d think i could just shower and then i’d be set
but NO! don’t you see these pits are a leaky faucet

everyday i find myself here
sitting in a bar stool drinking another beer
it's already been half a year
with my memory of each day not always clear
and yet i quaff and i quaff
with no ability to turn it off
then i stumble back into work
telling myself this is only a perk
just a little quirk
to get me through work

do any of you get a rush of elation
starting from that first notification
that sense of peer validation
from a selfie with a random quotation?
it fills me with so much frustration
that i can't go a single days duration
without posting content for admiration
each time needing more and more adoration
with each and every notification
for my self-esteem's preservation

social justice activists
online P.C. warriors
are ending free speech

deep down in this well
sitting here with Haruki
a deep well for thought

party at my place
yet i'm here in my own room
socially awkward

can't stay here too long
silent alone in my room
deep breath, here we go

oh society
how do i make sense of thee
constant confusion

wikipedia
oh how you inspire me
a stellar website

exhale a blue-grey  
nothing makes me feel this way
light, inhale, repeat

the dogs of the sky
at the heels of the hunter
pursuing the bear

all night they hunt her
along the right ascension
resting at sunrise

Brothers share one life
menaced by the great bull's horns
they are sons of Zeus

together they run
forever in the night sky
Castor and Pullox

the seven sisters
dancing in the sky so high
ladies pleiades

daughters of the night
the severed head of taurus
outside my window

it has been said for ages that a woman
could lead a man willingly to his demise
a song or a dance; a touch or a glance
simple gestures could dumbfound the wise
these have always just been strange stories
tall-tales or faerie-tales, even outright lies
until half a year ago. until the day that I-
became so very lost within her deep blue eyes
                              
it was just a simple look
that's all it took              
my heart missed a beat
then it shook

and in that moment, I finally did realize
how very powerful they can be; a woman's eyes

without any sleep
what is real becomes the dream
you cannot wake from

are we a form of*
alien intervention
*mass experiments

From the sun above
deep sea hydrothermal vents
god is a heat source

Lucifer rises
to push the darkness away
bringing in the dawn

religious figures
are depictions of the same
we call it the sun

patterns in the stars
describe all knowledge of man
just look up above

On the edge of the Milky Way, way, way out in space
There's this planet called Earth; we've all heard of this place
A place where all the inhabitants are a complete disgrace
They allow millions to starve, while a few stuff their face
And no matter the size of their knowledge base
They can never understand one another and begin to efface
With their swords, knives, guns, bullets and bombs all apace
They will soon go at one another in a nuclear arms embrace
They have the ability to end themselves in one last Coup de Grace
....and with disparaging tones, we call them, the human race

despite your complaints from yesterday
do you really think your complaint today
is as bad as you say?

there is a growing storm
brewing on the inside
every day it rages away
it's getting harder to hide

this storm takes place
in all of my thoughts
brings with it confusion
sinister schemes and plots

how can i support myself
with all this heavy rain
building up on the inside
and messing with my brain

when it all gets too much for me
all this gloom and doubt
i can tip my head forward
and some rain starts to leak out

What if our thoughts were controlled
and original thought was all but done
if it were illegal to ask questions
for example this one

what if there was no future or past
and only the simultaneous
time was only another tool
like a meter stick or others, miscellaneous

or what if those with life
instead of just being
break away from the grid
giving their own life meaning

without fear of their ideas being chased
hunted down, gathered up and erased
built up in great heaping pyres
and ceremoniously fed to the fires
  
people could extend their ideas
through-out the ages
merely by putting their words
on a few blank pages

influencing people
generations apart
simply by creating
a little bit of art

there was a man
with hair on his face
it grew and grew
all over the place

there was no place
it did not grow
a face so hairy
only his eyes did show

his big thick beard
was almost black
but red and blonde hairs
he did not lack

over his lips and ears
it did so drape
so he took his scissors
and began to shape

he took his time
he snipped with care
but in the end
he cut too much hair

his hair lay in a clump
within his hands he did cup
and thought to himself
well i ****** this all up

looking in the mirror
he really felt sad
thinking back 5 minutes
to the beard he just had

all and all
this really did blow
but it will be back
in a few weeks or so