Tag Archive: futility


wordlessness

wordlessness …

shards of everyday life
slice through

cleaving
flesh

splintering
bone

battering the ramparts

chiselling away
incessantly

endlessly

shaving off pieces
bit by bit

tearing muscle

frying synapses
charring hope

with
only the
inevitability of endlessness

the tide of desolation

washing in
soaking dreams in diesel

fueling storms that rage within

deep
inside yourself

where there is only you
where all the pain
all the loss

feels

at least
true

broken verse

metallic tastes burrow deeper into me,

‘i am lost’, i say,

as leaden weight blankets my vision,

and emptiness looms with frantic precision,

‘i am lost’, i say,
once more,

driving the stake deeper and deeper,

into my innermost core,

leaving me

impotent,
torn,
broken,

a shade,
of all i thought i was before,

lost amidst the myriad strands,

of tomorrows yet to dawn,

caught,
drawn,
quartered,

in the vice grip of yesterdays pain,

always,
always,

always,
against the grain,

of cultured norms,
and polished forms,

digging,
stabbing,

skewering those moments,
lost forever,

in a paradise of thorns,
where carcasses are mounted onto silken sheets,

plundered,
pillaged,

by mere men,
monsters sans horns,

where desolation stalks the empty spaces,

etched on numberless faces,

battered and beaten down,

gurgling,
gasping,

snatching odd breaths,

as the edifice itself,

sinks,
tugged below,

ever so slow,
into the quicksand of oblivion,

where suns dipped,
and souls tripped,

onto the final barge,
stammering on our river,

cut to pieces,
shred,
mangled,

diced and sliced,
sliver by agonising sliver

Apples & Spinach

The foul odor of scarred flesh.

The reeking decomposition.

Bodies once animated, once so alive,

Now strewn across the moist ground.

The surgical strike.

The pin-point accuracy.

The smartest weapons,

Deployed,

To decimate the bad guys.

Black and brown people,

More often than not,

Pummeled to a pulp,

Black and blue.

While LCD screens miles away,

Surveil and scan for potential targets,

The unknown other.

The evil doers,

As mothers & daughters,

Pick out apples and spinach

In a market-place in the cross-hairs.

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Mirage …

the charade swoons ever on,

moulted remnants of dulled pain,

lie scattered across the blank page,

as slowly approaching dawn,

offers a glimpse,

a fleeting mirage,

of a fragrant new morn …

Man 0.003 (dev alpha)

eat, sleep, drink…

…eat sleep scrounge prepare expel

expel eat sleep

drink, eat, sleep

expel

expel

expel

(erroneous program code, perpetual loop)

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