Full

exceptional nothingness,
free from everything,
exsiting
without
pain

the torturous
chemicals
evaporating,
our gods
leave us alone
but never lonely

dying to live,
true freedom
is living to die

Tightrope

crossing the gorge,
birds whistling
in the background
wrapping their warm
conversation around
the onlookers.
the sounds of life,
echoing
in the trees,
inviting everyone
to stay.
a breeze
rustling,
reminders
of the inevitable.
a snapshot reminds
me,
of a day
like all others.

It Does Not Matter

A game of chance
at a table
with the gods of our time.
Preaching the gospel,
our souls are the bet.
They lose,
We win.

Assholes

A big bully
in a little box
connected to those
who play
Russian Roulet.
Swallow the barrel,
make it yours,
and plug into
the collective thought
of our gods.
High above us,
they look down
in disgust
at the world
they recreate
with every broadcast.

Red and Blue

The question is asked
The question is answered
And the bastard is adopted.
The electronic orphanage
Feeding you gruel
To be regurgitated
At the first sign
of Disagreement.
We drown in
Your vomit,
Choking up
The beauty
Of independence.

Equality of Ideas

The new racism
No-one sees.
Blinded by
The clutter of 1000
news stories at once,
my eyes bleed.
The unholy gift of the age
Spreads its syphilitic madness
Until our destruction is complete.
Equality of ideas
Won’t happen until we
murder our gods.