Sleepwalking into dystopia

The aim is to become other but not elsewhere to plant many seeds that things may grow They won't see it coming If you get it right so right it must be not mean but with intention while attention is distracted become the alchemist dance with Danu see the Moon bathe in her glory in mother earths forest drink her water lay by her fire and then these words hold mean[ing] and then its worth the ink...

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If I say the god I believe in doesn’t carry a brief case And the devil is in need of a shave If I dare to ask the question  Will you stop me and tell me to behave If I question every answer If I fold beneath the sheets If my soul is eaten with cancer Will you still believe  I take up arms so defensive I take up position so wide I act not to be offensive I act until I die My god needs no worship No...

  This thing we’re creating, it’s not natural but it comes from it. At least we used to be. Now we are part robot. And we don’t mind it. In fact We love it. We get withdrawals if we are moments away from it. This thing we’re building. It is not natural. It will suck the life out of everything and keep going. I would tell you to watch, but you won’t miss a second. You’ll click replay. Because that’...

people say they are going to go dark and they don’t mean it they say they are disconnecting, going off-grid but it is all just utter bullshit and I am no different I mean clearly look at me typing into a computer to write a post on my website to share on social media in the vain hope that someone might be in some way touched by it Narcissist that I am But I would love to be a painter A sculptor Fo...

We court ourselves our entire lives. We are hardly getting to know ourselves and we disappear. The reality of that should hit home, but it doesn’t. It never does. We wonder at ourselves. Pity ourselves and are let down by ourselves far more often than we would like to mention. But it’s ok. We are only human. Whatever that is.  And so, the mystery continues. We are never quite where we think we are...

This life This life, this life it hurts and sometimes  Sometimes the people make it worst Chasing, chasing words away  Chasing, I wish the words would stay  And inspire me  to find something else to do  And inspire me  to do something like you  But this life is what they put me through, they said Know your place son And get your homework done Learn the system of success  Don’t give in to sin, lest...

A poem about meaning

The cult of conspiracy ravages within the echo cambers of social media. Painting the wall monochrome with the blood of the naysayer. Leaving the stale scent of resentment for all that do not believe.  A warning sign for all that should doubt, with the head of John the Baptist placed out front with a spike shafted up through his neck and out through his left eyeball.  The crime? He wasn’t an anti v...

A world stuck in its own shadow not growing  Not moving the way, we were told it would Was it a lie? A mass conspiracy  A social hoax, on us all An experiment gone wrong They promise so much and yet deliver so little False prophets peddling fear and lies Empty headed and lose tongued  Whispering in the ears of informants Whilst snarling in the face of democracy  False vipers Fangs removed, looking...

Look into your mirror, if you dare, take a good look at yourself, are you who you wanted to become? Or are you a shell of your former dreams? You can feel it can’t you? It’s a gnawing at the base of your skull. Always there, always gnawing away bit by bit devouring what dreams once lay beneath.  Look into your eyes. Directly into your own eyes and breathe. Take a deep breath in and fill your lungs...

Step inside yourself, they say Set aside your outer senses Step inside and see Your inner workings Step inside and see What is hidden What awaits you there Fear not Although the path may be weary for your soul It is worth doing Knowing your inner workings And what lurks within the shadows Forgotten and buried deep Step inside yourself and see yourself anew It’s a path worth treading only if you da...

In a world where reality is subjective and fake truths out way facts what can you believe? You spend your days downloading digital delusion and confusion and fear is all you see. The world looked a little different yesterday, or so you think. But how do you know what reality is anyway when alternative facts ring inside your head.  Everyone has a theory. And those that deny the connections you see...