behind me
I don’t want to live forever
to lose a mind that took
a lifetime to align,
I don’t wish to sit and fester,
wondering what I
should’ve done right,
the idea of living in darkness
as I kiss goodbye
to the light,
isn’t worth thinking about,
I just don’t want to fight
through borderline neurosis
or whirl away in a strange
psychosis, I wish for people
to remember me
maintaining
some kind of dignity,
I want to slip away quickly
knowing the best is behind me
Friday, 2 March 2018
Communication 103
Thursday, 1 March 2018
Communication 102
side effects
social fabrics and framework
seismic shifts in the use of words,
language
and
communication,
divisive
dramatics
control your nation,
delusion
through covert distribution,
you’ve fallen for the great illusion
you think we’re free?
give us back
our autonomy,
allow us to manage
our dissolution
without a pill being
the only solution
all these conditions
seem so complex,
allow me to manage
your side effects
social fabrics and framework
seismic shifts in the use of words,
language
and
communication,
divisive
dramatics
control your nation,
delusion
through covert distribution,
you’ve fallen for the great illusion
you think we’re free?
give us back
our autonomy,
allow us to manage
our dissolution
without a pill being
the only solution
all these conditions
seem so complex,
allow me to manage
your side effects
Communication 101
the down side
ticking and clicking
this old clock has lost all meaning,
my old body is barely breathing,
such a colossal amount of effort
to find yourself alone, don’t
worry too much, no one will
ever know just how empty you feel,
you’ve burnt yourself
trying to feel something real
turn away from yesteryear
there’s nothing impaled
within the needles of the past,
all those ships have sailed
your boats been torn apart,
I venture forth with no fear,
no thought of retaliation –
‘the down side’
such a straight life harbors
dull, derivative sterilisation
ticking and clicking
this old clock has lost all meaning,
my old body is barely breathing,
such a colossal amount of effort
to find yourself alone, don’t
worry too much, no one will
ever know just how empty you feel,
you’ve burnt yourself
trying to feel something real
turn away from yesteryear
there’s nothing impaled
within the needles of the past,
all those ships have sailed
your boats been torn apart,
I venture forth with no fear,
no thought of retaliation –
‘the down side’
such a straight life harbors
dull, derivative sterilisation
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