In-between the spiral that surrounds
I hear distant solidifying sounds
A life set in stone
A life lived in a distorted monotone

The clouds they devour
I am sodden from their acidic shower
Melting my skin into elasticity
No escape from the complexity

The hairs on my hand
Vertical they stand
A look in the mirror, nothing there
One last look to know if I care

Shattered into submission where insecurity shines
Around my frame the fragmented fury entwines
I cannot laugh, I cannot speak
Motivation has become antique

The fading glory shimmers to a tepid stream of unsympathetic solitude

You can keep your God, I hope you serve this entity well, and when your final curtain starts its sudden drop, I hope they are there for you,
How will you know when you have reached your destination, will the way be marked or will you just be again, scrambling around in the dust and grime of forgotten fantasies
If there is to be an image , an apparition that awaits, will you ask them for ID, how will you know if this is not just another con artist, sitting and waiting for unsuspecting prey
When your eyes close, never to open, will you just lie there and presume that someone is coming, your number has been called but you grew up waiting, you lived life waiting, and so it would seem in death you shall wait
Seems like a whole load of faith for something that in reality based ideologies seems all too absurd
The pursuit of a predestined existence to accomplish the ultimate goal for which you have to provide the ultimate sacrifice, seems to be one of the greatest gambles a sane human being would want to undertake, a life rooted firm in stories and myths
It would seem a whole heap easier to accept the only resolution for us all on this planet and move forward knowing that we are all the same, from where it begins to where it ends the human race will all share the same fate
This for me is the only way to get on and sort our indifferences out, pave a future of forgotten histories , a time of peace where mankind embraces life and not death, every waking person lives with the facts of the existence of now and not some distant time away
All of our problems, socially and globally are firmly based around our desires and passion to believe beyond belief that we are here for some other celestial reason, we have scarred this place we call home, we have packed ourselves up and journeyed down a path of spiritual insurrection, we have segregated the world and it has all been for our selfish and dire faiths

You say you want me
But you don't come and take me
You say you need me
But you don't lean on me
You say you love me
But when did you last tell me
At the crossroads we divide
Everyday you run and hide
Together we are , yet alone I feel
The warmth we had has turned to cold steel
My heart aches as your heart takes
Another shot at my insecurity
This cant be the beginning of the end for you and me
Unseen is my plight
I seem to just fall short of your sight

Responsibility starves ,
The naked trails that inspiration carves.
Solitude, my fortitude,
Locked away with my creation.
It breathes , it evolves
The devil dissolves.
At play in the mind,
All you are, afraid to find.
Tenacious truths sweating on my brow
I think the darkness needs to go now.
The return, as all is purged and new pastures parade propaganda
Through my solace I shall meander

I dropped a penny into the ocean of dreams, the sea of wishes
Money wasted, mercury tasted
As the ebb and flow my thoughts distort
It now takes precedence the desire to determine, the clear future of clouds, of life without,,
Taken and distributed through a system of abuse
Tongues tied , fingers worn to  callouses, emotions overcome by paralysis
This ocean feeds the river that drowns me and my soul
My bubble has burst
My troubles have come home to roost

The noise of footsteps quickens, with haste I run, but time is chasing me down this one way street

As smart as a fox I am in and out of every nook and cranny, the flood of the inevitable hot on my heels

Each moon passing hails another suns birth, the more you witness the more you question your worth

From boy to man with no set plan, the compass has no needle, the waypoint , the marker, just keep on forwards motion until the days are longer and darker

The last ditch attempt to try and apprehend has me hiding behind a long grey beard, a cane to aid and a shuffling of every weary stride

That long lasting sleep it beckons, it claws at my heartbeats as they fade to a lone bugler, the procession, the flowers, a youthful smile to hail a new awakening

Being so vain just drives me insane
This obsession of appearance
Physical interference
Sad for me to think
That this is all that you think
Really just bowing down
To the normality of your crazy town
Being so vain,
Drives me insane
Another orange face clutching a clutch bag  swagging a wayward comedic dance
Locked in the dismissive illusion that has you spineless , and in a trance
No worries with caring
But is it really your insecurities you need to be sharing
Patchwork quilts adorn our high streets
The pain of who you are
Has you self harming and  your vanity is just helping to disguise the scar
Nothing like a good bit of Disruptive Pattern Material to fool the enemy
I suppose for some it must just be a camouflaged reality