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

Communication 176

 The Useful Ones 

 

all these thoughts I have as spares

rattling in my hollow head

fortunes spent having carried the brave

whilst the useful ones are left for dead 

my thoughts are now an empty corpse

staggering forth into the dust 

towards a dimly lit brave new world 

where treason is rent, and freedom is sold

London, I lost you years ago

having fallen beyond antiquity 

it’s not the place it use to be

half the world now live here for free

you claim ‘enrichment’ is good for me

whilst you rape me of my identity

fallen empires burnt by the sun

always exhaust the useful ones 

Communication 175

 My Personality Tumour

 take the pain and complication

Florzin will inhibit retaliation

reduced libido and sense of humour

tearing away my personality tumour,

it’s making me better … right?

or is it just masking my defects?

I can’t tell one way or the other

through these terrible fucking side effects

clinically disfigured, a dumbed down delight

just one more pill to get me through the night

just another causality of pharmaceutical shite

“he’s broken down and disconnected

the results are far greater than we ever expected” 

Communication 174

 Isolation Has Become My Friend 

 

the years I travelled beyond the boarders 

brief connections severed through time

some of us died down the line

now forgotten from “god knows when”

vacant buildings to be condemned 

posing and posturing, mating rituals 

years before the pseudo-spirituals 

the love for you I can’t define,

when the sun would contort upon the skyline 

as we cruised around block after block,

this was a year before the towers dropped,

I had no home or a place of my own

a frequent flyer who tried to climb higher

only to get burnt alive, descending

into a nosedive, never to recover, 

there’s still a world out there I’m yet to discover, 

I just don’t have the energy 

the fight was drained within me 

slowly, time and time again,

isolation has become my best friend