Snooze you lose

The emperor’s got amuse-bouche

Yesterday’s muse

Pales into insignificance

When you’ve got no food.

Leadership battle

Pray to silence politician’s prattle

Tell-tale will always tittle and tattle

Morbid magnificence

Cause we are already culled cattle.

Another day done

Counting down until the final one

Rebellion quelled by quango sponge

Resolute reticence

Society controlled by scum.

House of common creatures

Falsehood is a permanent feature

Nurse, retail worker and teacher

All paid a pittance

But it’s just a policy procedure.

9th Jul 20229th Jul 2022 Callum Featherstone

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.

24th Apr 202223rd Sep 2023 Callum Featherstone

Point the Pin

Thoughts are running wild

Their hoofs unruly; trample

Cerebellum sands reviled

Scatter, scurry and they scramble

A lack of understanding

As to why this burden carries

Aptitude is demanding

Mind and fear; forever marries

It’s hard to point the pin

If there ever really was one

In self-loathing, selfish skin

That coalesces til it’s gone

Yes, the suffering it stings

But the feeling never lasts

The ‘only hope’ should cling

Yielded tight within the grasp.

22nd Feb 202222nd Feb 2022 Callum Featherstone

When the thread wears thin

Their weight on your mind
Their weight on your shoulders
Their weight you will find
Bearing down above us

Their pressure’s always present
Their pressure seems benign
Their pressure so unpleasant
When your life is undermined

Their future’s never honest
Their future seems so grey
Their future isn’t promised
When you’re living for today

Our past is there behind us
Our past always matters
Our past always reminds us
When our spirit seems so shattered

That we’ve always got eachother
When the thread is wearing thin
You’re my sister and my brother
And every new start, starts within.