a fool from grace.

A spawn is born, illuminated by
Its designers' smiles, soundstruck
against infant affirmations.
Deaf-eared + blind-eyed
senses stuck, a worldly wimp reviled
all falls foiled, follies "why'd?"
with coarse core, a jeremy kyle child.

with displeasure made to measure
+ spittoon to spill one's liquid lies into
cumbersome cunts fawning more than facebook fucks
mugged of grace + shrug'd aside
satan's shy embrace

almost-poetry

Fate will find a way
The Transcendent will come to my aid
Free me of this Calvary -

Crosses I've beared will flail and quake
The Human Condition - infinitely malleable they say
Will fall upon my ecstacy

Life In Darkness.

I belong in the darkness
With only dreams to ally
Meaning and virtue merging through
the sinews of my mind
The moonshine my only company
no slayer nor scoobies to come for me
no flickers of sunshine to remind
Me of the life I left behind.
Yet still the pain + torture remain
Misfortunes of countless victims, slain
echoing in the sadistic twistings of Time
My dreams rest ashore, beside the black ocean's strain
drowning in the anachronistic spits of tide.
For you there is escape, solace in life
But for I, only shadow, guilt + the eternal cries
of those who vanquished in the night

aged affirmations.

TV dulls the senses
Yet fulfills the senseless
minds of those void of the
knowledge of anything better.
Mindless droids, doctored of all foresight
Lost in a world of computerised pleasures.
Crass, mass-produced livelihoods, working on at Netto's

Unfinished + unflattering.

At home in an undone utopia
born of opium
fresh of flesh
+ pure of pain
scant of pleasure
yet equal measures
destruction + disdain.
Scented lightly, the foetal few,
who unconstricted by critique,
lash lies harshened by their own mystique