Churning

Shit hit the fan a long long time ago
Leaving behind splatter for all to see
A clue remains in the fan blades’ shadow
Brown caricature of our society

Please don’t think me unkind
Just rest a bit, unwind
Dialectic rhythms
Not those algorithms
Are the cyphers of reason
And all times have a defined season

People graduating from WhatsApp University
Molesting their degrees in social engineering
Paying no heed to moral entreaties
Churning, burning

Please don’t think me unkind
Just rest a bit, unwind
Take time to peel off the rind
It’s not all about the grind
We won’t always be steering blind
We just need someone to remind
We’ll soon leave this season behind

Chaos

In the darkness a portal blooms
Gateway to a new world’s doom
In the unbounded space chaos reigns
Within the bounds people sustain
Apeiron manifestations
Bring fright, flight and fight

Dead Man Walking

I drank the forgetful waters of death
From a fresh fountain in a land gone stale
In the land of the dead where nether folk wail

Where no crops can grow, only night gives breath
Where escape lies upon a feather scale
I drank the forgetful waters of death

Where it’s too late to live life’s rosy wealth
Where all the people are pallid and pale
In the land of the dead where nether folk wail

Where there is no safety only threat
Where the gales blow across barren trails
I drank the forgetful waters of death

Where there are neither smiles nor  jests
Where the only things to eat are your nails
In the land of the dead where nether folk wail

Where there is only time to regret
Near the fountain carved with sorry tales
I drank the forgetful waters of death
In the land of the dead where nether folk wail

Shadow Cage

I feel so tired, withered, weathered
My id screams but body feels fettered
Heavy though I haven’t gained much weight
All days seem the same: now what’s the date?

I sleep all day and sleep all night
Contemplating life: out of sight

Warning warning: energy malfunction
The doctor says I need some distraction

There’s something wrong with my furnace
There’s no fuel left to burn in it
Everything I write seems like crap
Everything I do snaps apart

It’s tough to even think at this stage
Not enough fire in me to rage
Oh what do you advise dear old sage?
How can I escape this shadow cage?

Nether World Adventure

I am lost… lost in the land of the dead
Where vinegar is wine and stone is bread
Where the most fertile ground around is rock
Where there are only screams and no one talks

In the central square a brief glimpse of hope
Patrolled by the judges of the nether
The Fountain of Life, hope on a feather
In this land where there is no longer weather

Where the sun and the moon never rise
Where the hurt never sets nor the cries