Bleeding out that cash

dying to get hacked

Its so cutting edge its gonna cut you

6 months out its been edged out

No longer supported $500  paper weight ain't that  great

the man nearby on the train clacks his laptop offensively
like the annoyance of noisy writers in school exams
when I was stultified by writers block
I wonder what the black girl would taste like
passengers feed their fatness with crinkly cellephane food substitutes

did you have a good weekend?
conversation openers start to chorus
corporate cockwombles
talk in jargon tongues
as they sell their souls
to white shirt organisational ambition
common sense takes a back seat
in the street car of Progress
there's talk of profit and effiencies
from men who never made their wives moan
there's talk of scalability and security
from those who know nothing of flexibility and risk
there's talk of innovation
from those whose personal best
is a smart phone

have you seen the latest?
what do you think?
hey, that's what I think!
we must be brothers!
in a cozy co-ordinated mediocrity.

Mind is a miracle machine, it is always working
If you aren't aware of it you don't really know what you are thinking

You can let it manufacture doubts and get lost in a smoky cloud
Or make it sense the differences and hear everything speak out to you aloud

The path you take was yours to take alone
Your own path can't guide anyone else to their home

You see a man broken and beaten down by time and his wasted efforts
Open your eyes and see him still standing like war stricken forts

Planning and working every moment to get prepared to reach his aims
You might be thinking he is procrastinating and playing games

He isn't playing he is creating the way to his dreams
If you could hear his thoughts, you would know how loud are his screams

He might be waiting, collecting all his will for what he wants and more
You might question him, why stay stuck? What are you waiting for ?

In his mind he might see change different to you, no slow routines lead him to his goal
It is a jump to catch the moon and getting closer after every fall

You are taking steps to reach safety, staying close to the shore
He sees you from the depths of the ocean wondering what are you waiting for ?

Not everyone is made to fit the routines and the rules of society
He is here to challenge and change what you perceive as reality

New Technology
seldom the panacea
its users had wished

I've been climbing up these stairs for so long now,
But I'm still standing from where I started this brawl,


Is this a joke or am I part of a haunted story,
Cause lately I've been deprived of all the light and glory,


I try so hard to take one more step ahead,
But I fall back even harder instead,


I can hear the voices telling me to let this go,
Except that I am not ready yet to **** my own show,


How do I beat this out with merely a house of cards?
I'm not even an expert at beclouding my battle scars.