Time is any shape you want it to be…you are its container
Land of Dark
out of all my mothers I had on Earth
place to remember for ever
before the chosen millennium
before fabricated skies
fabricated babies
my real mother in flesh
the mother
who with great pain
gave birth to my form and song of my heart
the mother from the land of Wends
was an angel
a human gem who didn’t like the church
fallacies of science
but would gently break the bread with strangers
to keep the demons
shadow people away
and she did well on her promise
as I went away into the Land of Dark
Land of Ash
to find myself in the mirror
fight back
when the devil gets in my face
to dance its dance of wild fires and floods
blind atrocities of supreme judgement
dance of death
Fuse
What the government starts, population will finish but the fuse doesn’t seem to understand how the bomb works. The bomb maker does.
Origin
this fate
good or bad
won’t save you
close your eyes and enjoy the ride into madness
as mountains crumble to burry shrines
oceans rise
to swallow fields
cities they feed
golden nests of Phoenix
so be it
dreams are built on desires
everything will vanish before your eyes
unless you learn your origin
ruthless harvest upon the hybrids
you wandered this desert of bones for nothing
watched the skies lonely
starving for purpose
stray dog
blinded by the smell of blood and sausage
out of control since young
the only good part of nomad’s life
Enclosure
the life and death of me in short:
I was born of a woman
got named by folks
numbered by the overlords
two suns
one moon
hung over me
but I no longer miss cosmic porn
for little people in their little world
as my soul escaped
enclosure under the prison dome
Father of mine was no God
never lied
but used to say everything was a lie
he was wrong
now I know
everything is a joke
it’s easier to just laugh it off
than to fight
hallucinations
about freedom
justice
love
the reason I don’t walk on water
is because I often choose to drown,
brother