Communication 182

All Pending Software

 

synthetic connections

fake pills for fake erections

a misnomer called “love”

a new fucked up drug

something that poisons

the blood to except

all pending software,

intravenous mood stabilisers

will remove any care in the world,

it’s easier to except the lie

than comprehend the truth you’re told,

new forms of medication

will blackmail the soul,

old forms of meditation

will heal your whole,

we’re being cut in quarters

divided by culture, religion and race

the symmetry of connection

the system will debase

through gutless manipulation,

a communal masturbation

of political persuasion

resides in the ever-depleting inkwell,

the promises they strip

are the morals you sell,

all pending software

is designed to kill,

no thrills

just outright

annihilation 

Communication 181

 anaphylaxis

 with walls no wider than I

one thousand ways to die

unintentionally born to hide

the labyrinth will decide

how long you survive 

times the barer of bad news

throw caution to the wind

verbally castrated

for your truth sins

stuck within a window 

forever watching

the planet spin

off its axis 

anaphylaxis

is the symptom

of exposure,

the inability of closure

to everything you’ve

fucked up in the past 

 

Communication 180

 River

working on the river

dry land hasn’t acclimatised

worlds have been radicalized

government policy antagonised

those with sound mind,

observe from a distance

shunned for their disobedience,

an automated state of mind

isn’t some coincidence

it’s all by design

and this is where

I draw the line

Communication 179

 Clowns Of Protest ‘Human 2.0’

 the clowns of protest

with no understanding,

trust fund babies

can be so demanding,

waving their flags

in the face of the brave

who choose their mind

over social standing,

we’ve lost control

via political deceit,

lambs to the slaughter,

dumb fucked up sheep

who need to study history,

you point your finger at me

when I don’t bow down

to your hypocrisy,

it’s last man standing,

deceivers hold the key

“go woke, go broke”

the gutless take the knee

pandering to some

new age agenda,

our futures neutral

a sexless gender,

injected annually,

a synthetic splendour

Human 2.0

is our new hero,

science over sanity

a new antidote

for humanity

  

Communication 178

 drunk

 there’s a comfort

in drunkenness,

I can’t explain

it’s like jumping

the thought train

coasting a wave

that never breaks,

an analysis

of the real

human condition,

dissecting the

applications

to all procedures,

obsoleting

meaningless statistics

that remove all reason

to define intention

and creation,

a divergent

of self analysis

a psychological

paralysis

Communication 178

In Ashes 

the man came home in ashes

his teachings still ring true 

I can recite his lines

understanding everything he’s 

been through,

experience is wisdom

passed down to those below,

oh how I miss you so

it’s like the ghost has given up

but I can still hear you 

it’s like the body has died

but I can still see you 

 

Communication 177

war

a colliding of skies

a colliding of souls

skeletons entangle in a brawl,

bones broken by the fall

internal organs raptured

relationships fractured

beyond repair,

I don’t care anymore

we’re drinking through daytime

making a score at night,

lost in a metaphorical fight