unbanked fortunes and faraway fortitude.

So sly and sloven, the indignant dickheads
Dressed - as dying - in dialed-down Priceless stead
Aside the flighty glam-dressed muttonesque mess
Deftly reflecting raging "right" redress.

Craving days when saviour's slight of hand impels
Vast vision, while the unavoided droid impales
All falling fallacies, swell, as swallowed whole
By bile with "twat" tattooed across its soul.

suicide, sunny side up.

Home in my mind's mire, all alchemy allied to lies
Dead and deaf to silence, eyes greeted by egregious lights
Nightmares bearing niceties, that blight and believe in bleeding
Sunny seasons seized by the hateful hand of believing

Normalcy knocking, infancy infesting in the night
Time a traitor to my ties, nastiness alas served neat
Under earth I lie, my soul beneath sod, suffocating
Effigy an effort, I'm left bereft of supplication

the bleakness in the blackness.

Gutteral yet starlit, standing on the shoulders of gyrators
My mind's chateau shattered, conscience mastered by masturbators
Decadence a deadend, dread indelible upon my might
Darkness a duck in water, wading into wandering light

Faithful to my fate's fatwa, fettered by its stonely setting
In case of Satan's ending endorsement, I lay indebted
To stately statements, that dance in darkness and echo unheard
Berated by waiting wastelands, wanton of another world

I cry but tears drown out desire, siring yet more frayed days
My presence a prescient telling of God's green, grimey daze
Stark, I stalk all that stall before the Fall, so safe in their hate
Armored to illusion, they stare starving, not striving to sate

four stanza fortress of fornication.

Deigned to reign o'er sightless lowlifes
In spite of rights to heighten mine life
Dead and crying, the fled still clawing
At speckles of wreckless, thwarted warring.

Made to make mindless, maudlin martyrs
Out of routed farts, bled til heartless
Stumbling into the stunted, cunted cult
Rendered horrendous, cuddling the culled.

Marching archers, blood on blunted arrows
Grasping at rasping blisses not sorrows
Deaf to defeat, marketing I as We
Slain by sloth, I rile my inner ennui

Righteous writings alighting like lies
In sight of blights and dying allies
Bad bards imprisoning the impassioned
Grown to know the depths that death could ration

desktop destitution.

wild and wanting for a world hurled aside
homely homily posed as homicide
derailed by veiled, fought-for fornication
doomed designs disguised as ill-elation.

nature's nastiness

Where did the sun come from?
Complete with garden dwellers
fresh slabs of flesh, on parade
for all unwanting eyes to see

Slums mistaking sloth for fun
Waking wild but well-to-do
battered by bastards & pariahs
with dreams of deceased destinies

Backstreet blasphemies.

The myspace kids of 'morrow
Made up of mind and marrow
Betraying trained emotions
Yet setting sin in motion

Fighting fun for fantasy
In sofa-loafing romance
Entrenched in tailored treaties
Bludgeoned from the blood of dreams

in lieu of life.

Hereon heroics shall be shallow cuts
accrued via crime & courting clutzes
In lieu of life, due to loss a lottery
I'll cradle cries & long for lobotomy.

Super-sized the shame, charlatans shine
slighted by their faux-fortress of shite
Asunder, my underling mind, it spits
pawned paupers' paltry, sodomised spirits

4 Fallen Years

Fast becoming 4 + a half
A teste treason enrapturing yet more of itself
Scant are the consolations that come dressed in disbelief
Hell-bent the distillations tritely trialing relief.

Minutes more mean my mind's at 5
Dead and darkened, hallucinating that Hell's been halved
Still, sunken scarlet tales twisting to tawdry fate's tumults
Stilted by the Harlot's Hour, that finally forwards our faults.

sick of the cycle.

Defiantly edified but not knowing
Through drought, dry lips + dire routine
Spat at that unending sparkle of nothing
Belief bespent down a darkly Route E

Rights riled outright aside vicious vices
Hurried through the heartless harry + hassle
Inaction auctioned for Primark prices
Shut away in shattered crystal castles

My Final Empty Hour.

Lies & this non-life, what have they meant?
Impuning, abusing themselves still faster
Diced in dying, disgracing each moment
Foiling all they forever fostered

Hereon experience shall be found my master
Daring my doll, revelry my entwined kin
Disgusting only complex or bastard
Deemed unworthy or obstructing

Sign-up silence.

Plant thy Hancock hard and harsh upon my dreams
Patent a world free from darkness' dire derision
I'll extract thine heart, hollowed, and hold it dear
Encase it in a glade robbed of a lifetime's attrition.

the crude crackle of crime.

The whole world is watching;
leering, lamenting.
consenting in giggles that shame shyly to sleep.

Children that longed to live as children do;
cherubs fed on lies.
despising through devils' indignant relations.
(sure of nought but sin.)

Dreams come as aliens;
foreign, fleeting.
entreating a condition that cares not to heed nor hear.

flailing in the vague direction of bethlehem to be bored.

The world is made of such moments
Where darkness pales to grey
Where silence falls blithe, defying pretence
Leaving heartache's sun-stroked remains

Fending alone through the chatter
Morning coffee and afternoon tea
Still the solstice is enduring, til later
To inflame the nightmare debris

Our worth is made of such laments
Where reverie cradles our dreams
Fears fall foul, despair stagnant
And while seeking we seem not to see

Fun is disowned amid the clutter
Synthetic sin bred of sultry sinew
Darkness dread-drenched, yet unmuttered
We fall into the follies of our muse

crowded ageless underclass.

kids, scene and not heard
whispering, wantonly
'come, see what's absurd'
listless and lonely
hurling ash passions at Her.

the devil's diet.

the psalm lies light in your palm
knelt neatly beneath the knell
thrust into the hurt & harm
dwelt in a halcyon hell

the angel's grimace, the death beneath the glee.

the glitter in the gutter.
dancing destitute against a definite death
with song in heart
& sling in hand
Death dwells upright against my eye
while guile kneels beneath the lies

word warrior.

pressed praying against an unfurling inferno
deathly aghast as the botched & debauched
grind grain on groin,
sullying souls for sustenance

only screams pervade this scarlet age-
"be worrier nor warrior
starlit sire nor seer
furrow futures fullsome
with wanton wiles, while
crueltors crave cries of sons
dying desolate & wild"