Icarus


Do not bank on a lifesaver

Coming second, first or third

As tall and looming cabers

Scrape skies – hurried and absurd.


Tossed alongside shining sabre

Toothed-Tiger looking herds

They are timid after taming.


And self-righteous bees and birds

Practice surreptitious-slut-shaming

In a world of wizened words

Reduced fruitfully like raisins.


The acorn may be small

But it’s endeavour grows so mighty

From it’s branches to it’s trunk.


And the flock’s morning call

Along with wings so fit and flighty

Launch from their wooden bunk.


Just as Icarus looked down on all

Mankind’s eyes are blinded brightly

By a couping Parliament; whose ship has sunk

To a depth that Devils dare to fall

Which constricts forever tightly.


And makes – a fake of the monk.


Dove of Peace


From a room inside your mind

Never mind the lack of room

As the room you hope to find

On the inside of your head.


Because outside that vital place

Is without you, no longer vital

Because within yourself is grace

And outwardly your wings to spread.


Misunderstood so lately

And often only by yourself

But to others matters greatly

Through your justness dearly held.


You put your trust in others

And they only let you down

But you rode the lonely buffers

Without a grimace or a frown.


And you stand before the world

Knowing your true self post-defame

And you tamed the downward spiral, swirl

Understood your self and name.


Callum – dove of peace

Peaceful dove that hopes to give

Enough at least to teach

How understanding helps us live.


Masquerade


You look in the mirror

And see

See too much

See their mistreatment

See your failures

See it all but don’t want to.


You look in the mirror

You like it for once

And then you feel

Shame for being vain

Shame for thinking about you

Shame for even thinking. Just

Shame.


When smashing the mirror –

the smithereens –

make a realisation –

all of it was a façade =

a masquerade in glass.


Because the broken pieces

Make a broken person and

Broken people can only dream of being whole.


Myope


A vision:

Telecommunication from beyond the subconscious.

A message so clear it’s seen as obnoxious.

And as vivid in the mind as a car crash collision.


A warning:

Coalescing deep down within your psyche.

Killing love with a spike through Aphrodite.

On a tempestuous December morning.


Mud in the eyes of a colourless scene.

Blood on the thighs of a motherless dream.


But, still you refuse to see.


Inevitability


The ever impending doom that is death lingers over us on a daily basis. We are reminded constantly of what it is to be human, and, what it is to be mortal, despite our best efforts to duck, dodge and dive away from the ageing process. Whether it be an early, mid or late life crisis, they all boil down to the same sediment and sentiment.

That we are born and in doing so we must eventually die.


And when you really think about it; the futility of life that is, it is deeply frightening.


At one point or another we will all experience this thought:

“I am just a grain of sand in an ever expanding universe that will have zero impact on history whatsoever. I will be forgotten just the same as everyone who has ever lived, and everyone whoever will live.”

And this is totally normal. Terrifying, but normal.


Most people combat these negative feelings through distraction. This is a good idea seeing as the feeling of insignificance is incredibly unpleasant.

Inevitably distraction is a key part of what it is to be human.

Equally, so is mortality.

The irony being that a distraction from the inevitable only brings that inevitability closer towards you.


I would argue that it is always better to embrace the inevitable.

Now don’t get me wrong. It would be unwise to ruminate on the fragility of existence constantly because ultimately this would cause strong feelings of depression and/or anxiety. I do, however, believe that it is good to come to terms with your fate. In doing so you will defeat fear itself and unlock your true potential to live.


My very simple advice would be as follows;

Live in the moment rather than the past.

Seize the day rather than worry about the future.

Remember that life is futile but you don’t have to be.

Die living. Don’t live dying.


Ultimately the chance of you being created is around 1 in 400 trillion. So, why waste it?

Death is inevitable. Life, however, is not.


Greedy guts


A glimmer

A memory of a memory

The flash of a camera bulb

As the anorexic chance gets slimmer.


Forgotten

Yesterday’s news is buried treasure

And X barks the dog

And the dog eats itself; rotten.


Avarice

Is devouring a banquet feast

Set out in front of a rough sleeper

Too famished to throw a fist.


Cupidity

Hunting with arrows for more

Material or maniacal power prêt à manger

Sustained solely by stupidity.


Requiem


Remembering; slumber.

A forgotten number.

The subtraction

of dreamy interaction.

An ever-falling bungee jumper.


Remembering; rest.

De-stress? Distressed.

Unanswered calls

by sunken eyeballs.

To close their quest.


Remembering; peace

Of mind. At ease.

Stood at attention

for every mention

of failure to sleep.


Remembering; dreams.

Coins in a fountain gleam.

Now each and every

are but a memory.

Copper tears that stream.


Shock; Horror


Power down

But you never have chance to

Power down

Government changing hands too

Power down

It’s in their plans to

Power;

Us down

To push policy plans through.


Lightbulb

When you finally realise the state

Lightbulb

Ideas falling into place

Lightbulb

Won’t stay on in a darkened space

Lightbulb;

Dimming

Is our struggle and our fate.


Shock

Charge from a volt

Shock

Bank charge is your own fault

Shock

Electri-City company cult

Shock;

Horror

Cost of living insult.


Modern Living

The worst thing about the ‘modern’ world is that it doesn’t allow you to take a moment and appreciate, just;

Being.

The air you breath, the sky above you, the earth beneath your feet.

All of these real and natural things pale in comparison to the ever imposed, falsified pressure of being a ‘modern’ human.

So, the next time you encounter a moment in which you are relaxed in nature. Live it, really soak it in.

And, just;

Be.

True Grit


The only way is up when rock bottom’s been hit

After your mind has been smeared from a fan full of shit

When life didn’t pan out quite exquisite

And you’re chewing real dirt tasting your own true grit.


It’s hard to be wholesome in a world so broken

Surrounded by sleeping minds afraid to be woken

Fractured leg-acies left bereft and unspoken

Whilst taken and took as a novelty token.


The denial of free thought and free speech through laws

Show the fights of the future won’t be physical wars

True freedom lives between those ears of yours

In the mind of a rebel who trebles their cause.