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

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

oh society
how do i make sense of thee
constant confusion

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

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

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

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

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

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.

If ninety-eight percent
of our DNA is shared
with a chimpanzee.

Than how
truly different
could you be
from me.

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.

Lucifer rises
to push the darkness away
bringing in the dawn

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?

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

wikipedia
oh how you inspire me
a stellar website