soul food

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I declare I am an island
    
I will live on bread alone

no time will be spent
     with friends breaking bread

Just me
     myself
          and bread rolls

Was content in my own company
     stewed in my own soul

Till I became too comfortable
     and contempt grew strong
Ingrown.
    
     Your misery surely needs company
Said a voice wise in its hunger
     There are forces unseen that change our direction
In time a path is shown
    
     Forces unseen
nudge creatures to coalesce

     saint meets sufferer
a starved heart draws it's lover
     soft minds for the teacher
old friends come together

So there was I
     jammed in a cold hole
unexpectedly
     time reminded me
delivered food for my soul:
     familiar company
how did I forget the warmth
     grub amongst friends is so much more

For the occassion
     a toast to the newlys
Clink
     we laughed over stories

I chewed fish
     a fresh feast
the sun shone
     my heart beat

No longer surviving
     living not lacking
The laughter of old friends
     The joy of overcoming

The peace of understanding

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Natural born killer pt. 1

You know me well
     my name my rep
Angel death follows my step
     my presence has a strange effect
Great and small all hold their breath

     My heart is stone
eyes and skin
     Immaculate black
I am old as sin
     my armour gleams
encased within
     Cold flesh cold blood cold soul

I walk the line of malevolent kings

     beware my path

Grotesque my sting

     I have punctured, pierced

fools have bled

     look close

see stains of faded red

long

     time..

I have resigned

     to the quirks of my design

madness surely drives my mind

     a passenger I am

Am I..

     Cursed to kill

god's will dictates

     murderous impulse

guides my fate

     A scowling corpse left in my wake

this part I play

     is how god made

I cannot dissent

     I am.

'the behaviour of some creatures is irrepressible, no matter how they are treated and no matter what the consequences'

three poles

When I am happy

The world is in motion
Stars align
I have all the time
small cogs grind
in grand design
We turn..

But, When I am grim

The whole world is my enemy
Me against it all
even wasps plot to get me

Baited traps around me
Clouds are out to wet me
A season of despair
For the fool and his conspiracy-
Sods law dictates

When I am manic-

Time is my tyrant
Running through my fingers
I must accelerate

Surrounded by meaning
I pause to pick the locks
observations beckon
Yelling me
connect the dots

The pace of thought wears down my mind
I pay the price in ache
A frame of mind to taste
but to dwell is wretched fate

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No ghost in the machine

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No ghost in the machine

I was told an aneurism is what caused his demise
     that day I had a friend that died

face limp
     boiled veg
chest moved precise in it's rhythm
     a charade as machine held life on a string
truth be told to the lie
     under the façade
only clockwork animated his skin

A doctor goes through the motions
     steers this latest tragedy
softly kills the family
     with rehearsed lines

many times this song has played
     remixed plight
prognosis versus prayer he has watched these fights
     mismatches endured through weary eyes
he does not feel
     countless scenes
now desensitized

Using a fingers tip
     he presses the switch
a click coincides with the blink of an eye
     chest expands
then falls for it's last time
     hearts crack
tears well
     fade to black

my memory has turned deeds to gold
     dust has settled and obscured him
and so I wonder..

I'm told all is written
     played from script
so this fate was sealed before first breath
     divine design?
life plucked at it's prime
     such things foretold
this learned truth no longer consoles

dogma

children are a blessing
said the heart lonesome
magnetised
it yearnt something
to reciprocate love

a seed lies dormant
long buried deep
beneath layers of pain
It dreams

as it sleeps

sorrow births joy
a void's always filled
A girl meets boy
dressed in sheep's wool

a child arrives glistening
Mum is wired for nurturing
the impulse kicks in
she will tend to needs

cradling
soothing
guided by a sixth sense
She pats

rejoices burps

sweet innocent redolence

children are a blessing

for a power hungry mother
her dream was derailed

by the wooly liar

He left jagged pieces

broken promises

So she steps cross the line

and embraces her scorn 

pain is repaid

with hurt

he gave
let him know how it feels

He pines for his child.

children are a blessing 

This is wishfully true

when mother is scorned
blessing mixed with curse
too

Ebb and flow

Something in my cave

plays a vital part.

These pieces of a man

on base 

layed as a child. 

Mind's a tool that can enslave;

habitual habits chains.

Gut 

feels the keys to all that's right, 

same keys for what is broken.

Scattered 'round the cave,

remains of dead endeavours.
Seeds of hope; dormant dreams;
nebulous plans and mangled schemes.

Ghosts

of the shadow

as deep as my marrow.

Tightly pulling strings in the present state of things.

The teased and the tease,
whose cheek the teacher would squeeze.
A seeker duly learns

kowledge is its own reward.

To doubts what was
lets you renew what is.
I remember dreams a ghost dreamt;

did this child really exist..

Worlds apart, we are close as kin.

The ebb comes and goes,

soul afloat in the flow.