oh society
how do i make sense of thee
constant confusion

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

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

Festering sores, dripping thick green ooze,

The only image more disturbing,

is contrived by entertainment news.

The masses are far too trusting,

ideally the media must inform rather than confuse.

I urge you not to listen.

Change the channel; simply refuse.

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

It's 3:00AM and I can't catch a wink.
It's 3:00AM so I begin to drink.

Every drop brings ease to my mind.
So I pour another shot and begin to unwind.

A sinking feeling deep in my core.
My eyes are heavy, dry and sore.

Twisting spine, muscles tight, ******* in knots.
Living this uncomfortably brings on unspeakable thoughts.

Each night it only gets worse.
Each and every night I live with this curse.

I can't keep doing this, tomorrow I must work.
Looks like another day of being an irritable ****.

It's 3:00AM, and I pour another drink.
It's 3:00AM, my thoughts begin to sink.
It's 3:00AM, I can do nothing but think.
It's 3:00AM, so I write it out in ink.

I can't imagine what you're going through,
this truly must feel like hell.
How does a person decide,
"is this the man I loved or merely his shell."

I know this is rough,
and I don't want to sound unkind.
But what actually makes a person,
is not the body but the mind.

Some may praise your compassion,
yet I feel this is just insane.
How could you spend your life,
with someone who lacks a brain.

Your love is so tenacious,
but it's time to loosen your hold.
Life deals us many cards.
With this hand I advise you fold.

You have a lot of love to give,
and you may not think this is fair.
But it's time to move on,
and find someone who can return your care.

Keep him forever with you,
deep back in your minds archive.
Please hear me when I tell you this,
your boyfriend is no longer alive.

This is a big decision,
and I say this with remorse.
but it's time to let go,
and let nature take its course.

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!

Everyday with this sadness.
On the edge of certain madness.

Malevolent whispers in the dark.
Twisted thoughts have left their mark.

Other people, who I cannot relate.
Have left me in a contorted state.

The days end as the Sun begins to fall.
Personal demons grow upon the wall.

Bigger and stronger, they soon overwhelm.
Losing all control as they take the helm.

Apologies for the things I've done.
It's all over now I've lost, they've won.

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?

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

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

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