#excess
Love is the law
Told through generations in Churches, Mosques, Synagogues, Temples and Gurdwaras
Love thy neighbour; do unto others, and all that
The golden rule threading its way into the hearts and minds of who?
Who listens? Who takes on board? Who really cares?
Would the world collapse if one day I said “No more. From now on I’m being a ****
Everyone for themselves, all rules are out of the window; a one person Purge.
A capitalist of all time, those Psychogeographical wanderings through the moral maze.
Hegemony of me; those that stand in the way trampled into the dirt.
Anarchy in the heart, nihilism with each and every action
And party like it’s the end of time
Do what thy wilt shall be the whole of my law
With mind manipulation to the occult ways of the black
The heart corroded of meaning; hardened, plaque ridden arteries halting the love and care
A higher presence in full knowledge of the deceits of life and its better ways
Conditioned to think of others first and the self later or some other sort of ****
A Faustian pact with the other side brought to life
A drink to your good health
The pleasures of life grabbed by the scruff of the neck and wrung to the final drop
The scales of justice rusting as day turns into night into day
The naked bodies entwined branches of lust and ecstasy surfing the waves of wanton desires
Blurred narcotic visions indistinct from the other until time cannot be returned
Byronic Blakeian spectral figures holding out their hands of kinship
But this corrosion of the self is melting in the mirror of madness
Syphilitic mercurial fumes rise from the furnace resting on the brim
Deeper and deeper down
The depths of the soul eroded for all time
Replaced by throbbing notions of unfamiliar reflections
The dread of not knowing thyself
The attic painting no longer recognisable
Full of decay
An ageing Id no longer able to get up
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
i awake from dreams about not eating certain things
and eating certain other things ....i wake
i dream sub-marine
submariner flossed at sea
dreaming
i lost the race
astronaut untraceable
spaced
pacing out a heartbeat
obscene dreams
by the plunderful
engorging
plentiful
digging like a thirst
carving out a craving
digging like a dog
ever unquenchable
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 9:29 PM UTC
Stuck on the actual prime meridian
where gambling and grown up shenanigans
are viewed all *****
hurting society, though I could legally go to the drain on my street
and drop a thousand twenty pees in it
nae bother
our equivalent bet
as high rollers we are surely not
I miss you Vegas
with your daft anti-reality cushions,
the strip with no history or heritage
necessarily
but with goofy drunken dreams brimming alive
and I know vice, bad, horror, addiction yadda yadda
I miss you Vegas
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:43 AM UTC
Having trouble adjusting
Constant loneliness
Experienced it before
Never in excess
A dream the closest I get to someone
Search for a face but still see none
Easy making reasons for why I am alone
Much harder ignoring truth already known
It pushes my ribcage so I can't breathe right
Gladly suffocate to keep it out of sight
It comes into peripheral without my permission
Against eye sockets allegations beyond admission
True stories block from my view just in time
Deciding to turn and climb
Is that urgent buzzing I hear in my ear?
With shake of my head I make doubts disappear
They fall hard
They land in my heart
Can no longer deny we are from now on apart
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 3:08 AM UTC
Like every *** has a limit
So does every existing heart
As to the weight of emotions
It can carelessly contain.
So let not the *** overflow
Or the heart over bloats.
Do often share sums of it
With the hearts that lack it
Or you’ll fail to handle
The hurdles God throws.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
I am excessive
Like the incessant honk of the train blazing down highland
Like the rain when I've conveniently left my umbrella home.
I do not know how to form a balance
Organize chaos
Tidy the mess that is I
I gorge and tarry
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC
I circle around the halo
That stirs what lies below.
Spinning now
Only excess
materialises in belief form.
What is it about the chimera you construct
For those that don’t exist?
Gasping and grasping on
Slivers from a murdered past
You insist on perfecting gems in souls
Where there are none.
Let it rest my friend … or not
For the fury of Zenobia
Is still lighting
What remains of your life
And mine.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
there's a letter I wrote you with no address
in a box beneath my bed
and this isn't a metaphor for the time I spent waiting for you
there's scattered words in my head
playing like a broken record
a collage of tired clichés
holding just enough truth to echo the memories of you
there's nails on my fingers bitten to the brim for every time your name's been in my mouth
and I've tried to wash it down
but something about the wiring in my brain
has fooled me into believing my excess of love
will make up for your lack there of
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
fat
until I lost some weight
now people fear I’ll waste away
too quiet
‘til I speak my mind
now they’re all ******
wish I would die
wear too much black
wear pink one day
now everyone assumes I’m gay
work out an hour,
now I’m crazy
I take a break
now i’m too lazy
the truths I tell
become a lie
all people do is criticize
too meek
too weak
an ***
too crass
It doesn’t change
until I die
nobody will be satisfied
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
What percentage of the time
do you lie in that bed?
the rest a waste
of the metal springs
forged by
factory workers
pouring in their
unpaid overtime
to meticulously
shape the steel
into just the right
comforting bounce
a waste
of the soft cotton cover
picked by
(slave-descended) hands
white fluff
still echoing centuries
of black oppression
spun on foreign looms
shipped back
across the seas
dyed, woven,
stretched taut
into just the right
soothing texture
a waste
of the foam stuffing
made from...
whatever goes into
foaminess...
how many hours wasted?
daily
weekly
What percentage of the time
do you write with that ballpoint pen?
the rest a waste
of the clear plastic casing
melded from petroleum
by corporations
extracting black gold
in exchange
for greenhouse gases
a waste
of the tiny perfect sphere
rolling smoothly along
tungsten carbide surface
exquisitely crafted
for maximum efficiency
by man's finest machines
factories churning out
thousands by the hour
a waste
of the bright blue ink
the mysterious mixture
of dyes and pigments
and oils and surfactants
spilling onto the page
recording your
delicate thoughts
in desperate
existential hope
they won't be as oft ignored
as that device
from which they pour forth
how many hours wasted?
monthly
yearly
What percentage of the time
do you sit in that reclining chair?
do you walk in those polished dress shoes?
do you eat with that bent spoon?
do you style your hair with that fine-toothed comb?
do you turn the pages of your favorite book?
do you see by lamp's light in the guest bedroom?
how many hours
sitting unused, wasted?
in a life
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
I had to leave,
I had nothing left to give.
Your lust,
Had become your must.
Your unsatiated desires,
Became quagmires.
Your continued demands,
Hollering reprimands,
Had left me hollow ,
Empty with nothing but sorrow.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
An itch, ya just can't scratch, no matter how hard ya try
Searching for a perfect match, just an ****** do or die
The flesh and the movements, defining each and every one
Making some improvements, covert and sexually overdone
Always finding in need, rushing too body's desire
As dire and ****** the deed, welcoming passion and fire
More and more I understand, the cravings and the must
As insanity unplanned, reducing love's touch too lust
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
It takes some disillusionment and ****** distress
for anyone to abstain from bad habits of excess.
Some people are caught up very early in life and
so can't get beyond them without a helping hand.
________________________
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
Suit and tie
or gold stacked high
dreams cast out
take root
for a few
agreed upon reality
of desired traits
inhibit the minds
of never divine
mental states
stay true to yourself,
rebel
I'll stand with you
challenge your planet
with constructs of mind
shape it, form it
and for you,
the earth shall rise
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
Easy-going energy moguls at Exxon Mobil,
Insidiously sip scotch in their ivory towers,
They take no blame for the blame is ours,
We, the worker bees, were employed to **** the soil,
Little did we know it was the hallowed ground under our very own families feet,
Now we look towards our homes and see nothing but ash and hell fire,
Our collective youth and countless hours of precious life,
Traded for false abundance and counterfeit wealth,
When it all burns will you still care about your bank account?
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
Excess profanity
When the day delves into endless insanity
Forget therapy!
You got all the worst words in the book here!
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC
too much of anything is a bad thing-
when I told her of how my teenage cousin
touched me when I was three,
a Buddhist monk with that mantra
squeezed my hand gently.
she saw the glow
overflowing in my eyes
and nodded, as the minutes rolled by
the overcast skies in her gaze
were relieving.
they reminded me that
the restraints are only
as strong as I resist,
so my hands pried
themselves from promise
and my fingers reached
the wisdom clouds above us.
they drew the rain
and let the glowing flood
be just fine.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
Rent today, own tomorrow,
A world of excess and material sorrow,
One likely to accumulate, what we call best,
Another will depreciate at their own behest,
Peaks arise from man's own wallet,
Enslaving children in far away squalor,
To keep her entertained, we need not bother,
The mother earth in her glorious colour,
Defined by time in it's infinite heap,
We reap what we sew, and so we reap.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
My skull echos loudly
Inside are roaring thoughts
Pounding like waves crashing into ships
I need quiet, I need tranquility
Perhaps if I opened the lid of my scalp
I could spill out all the excess noise
As I sew my scalp in place Clarity would whisper in my ear "peace is yours dear"
Clarity sweeping her delacate fingers across my restless bones
The rattling would stop
The roaring would silence
At the touch of Clarity 's shimmering skin
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
**Unload your vetted earnings
in the collection baskets,
small price to pay
for holy water's kickback,
God thundered an indignant snort
'pon gold filled prospered coffers
within corporate excesses
of enriched gaudy churches
wondering when HIS word
had begotten misconstrued
in clergy's interpretations
of powers' self-aggrandizement
and pontificating gratification;
whilst the huddled masses
were starving midst the pews**
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
The problem with us people
With all of our emotions
Overflowing ourselves
And spilling into each other
Is that while we are stumbling
Through our own blind confusion
We fail to remember
That there will always be things
We say but could never mean
Outweighing those
Many, many things
We could never say enough.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC