Batten the holds

Dubai

Power cables sneaking through sprawling concrete monoliths
Airplanes fall through the gaps
Neon lights of the malls beckon with a million dreams
False illusions built on a sea of black gold

Blow

Still or flickering pictures

Sometimes touch my mind

Sometimes purely friction

Sometimes back in time

Always bittersweet

Always wanting more

But here is now

It's all I'll have

My self, my hands,

And my fantasies

So blow.

Soar

The wind
Caresses my body
Playing
Buffeting
This way and that

Finally free
My mind races
Clarity
Faster than
Conscious thought

A brief moment
Of exhilaration
Before gravity
And mass
Kick in

Spiralling
But briefly
Touching infinity
A leap
Of faith
And I soar.

Exist

Exist.
Breed.
Breathe.
Bleed.
Cease.
Pointless.
Waste.
Erase.
Replace.

Exist.
Why?
Lie.
Survive.
Multiply.
Die.
Dissolute.
Pollute.
Destroy.

Exist.
Survive.
Endure.
Conjure.
Deploy.
Employ.
Ravage.
Destroy.
Why?

Exist.
Not.
Deny.
Conserve.
Convert.
Repay.
Energy.
Time.
Lost.

Loneliness Crashes

Between moments of focus
Between the chaos of life
Sometimes on a quiet night
Loneliness crashes into me
With the force of a thousand engines
Dragging me into its icy depths
Suffocating the life out of me

Moments that never happened
Moments that should have been
Moments that were to be ours
And longing crashes into me
With the strength of a million desires
Grieving for all that is lost
And that which might have been

Zombies

We partake of the decaying flesh of plants and animals
That then putrefy and foul our unclean vessels
We release our foul excreta to pollute and degenerate
Sleepwalking through a life without meaning or reason
Devoid of conscious thought, programmed from birth
We are the zombies.

Oxygen

Oxygen

It keeps me alive

Oxygen

It eats up my insides

Time

Muscles atrophy

Strength fades

And all that remain

Are the hands of the clock

Ticking away...

Nothing

No direction

No ambition

No more paths to take.

No courage

No determination

Here finishes the quest.

No strength

No gumption

This is how the story ends.

No feelings

No emotions

Except for an overwhelming sense of despair

No friends

No foes

Fated to walk alone.

No laughter

No more tears

Just a sarcastic grimace.

No dreams

No ideals

They died alone in the cold.

No communication

No exchange

I locked myself in this cell and threw the keys away.

No reasons to get up

No more strife

I choose to waste this life away.

No humanity

Nothing

I lost myself

Somewhere in the abyss

Just a shell of what is

And could have been.