This is the end, my friend

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When I look all I see is darkened skies as far as the eyes can see,

swirling clouds forming battlements to lightning whips command,

while the winds carry warnings and promises of doom,

spreading distrust and suspicion under scrutiny of their gaze,

now it’s nation against nation, brothers against sister, man against humanity,

there’s no avoiding this final confrontation, pride and hate locked and loaded,

restlessly waiting for the crack of the first shot,

it’s the call to an end where no-one is left standing,

maybe then peace can reign over these blood-soaked tired lands……

Idiocracy?

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Today I mourn,

I mourn for the hopeless, the helpless, the lost,

I cry for the wailing souls I hear in the midnightly hours

I cry for the emerging grown-ups who have not lived one day,

trapped as they were by the cyber world, brainwashed to indulgences,

shirking responsibility of the self, to whom the ridiculous is everyday,

whose every whim, knock and dent entitles claims of victimisation,

who are unable to form an original thought, their imagination seized,

of stunted intelligence in the field of life although masters of the artificial,

the linked, the tweeted, anything not involving contact with real people,

real values, real actions and reactions, real integrity, true in word and deed,

true to a meaningful belief, true to themselves and their being,

they are no longer able to tell the difference between history and fairy tales, no!

I mourn the souls of these poor damaged creatures emerging to rule our world,

they don’t stand a chance, you cannot win a fight you are unaware of participating in,

their baseline has been removed and reshaped into a twisted self-serving society

with a lack of common sense and no clue as to what is right and what is wrong,

spineless beings living by euphemisms and acronyms,

who believe this managed chaos is for the betterment of humanity,

who believe war brings peace and obedience implies freedom,

today I cry for you.

Feel it, just feel it

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Feel it, just feel it, the instant unwanted feelings of whatever nature touch you, before resistance grips hold of you and pauses everything, feel it, just feel it.  Feel the power of something stronger than you thunder through you, across your vision, over your skin, feel how it reaches out to direct your words, reactions, thoughts, feel it cornering you, holding you helpless against a cold, bare wall, assaulting everything, blocking the light, hope, faith, dragging you into a vortex of isolation, desolation built from yesterdays and tomorrow… look it in the eyes, allow it roam freely and feel, feel how frustration and rage lashes at your sanity and reason, feel the struggle for air from the dying darkness, let it run its course, it will retreat, exhausted and weak, and then feel the surge of your self return, with each breath regaining control, feel the adrenalin racing through your veins, feel it, it may be terrifying, yet it's quite exhilarating too.

Today

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Today I feel the need to fly to the dark side,

follow the hedonistic chants rolling through me,

without forethought indulge the impulses striking,

run free through worlds that may not even exist,

I want to exhaust these desires, burning blisteringly hot,

delve into the deepest darkness where chaos is my nectar,

madness my sanity, where normality means death,

I can handle the pain, the darkness holds no fear,

I am strong enough to face the repercussions,

for you see, sometimes I need to feel the dark.

Old books. New books.

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So many things are fast evolving,

so many people and places will fade away,

so too the memories evoked by proximity,

time erasing details with each tick, with each tock,

voices receding, becoming softer,

until all you hear is a whisper of an echo

draped in the shades of a silvery night,

the warmth of your touch steadily replaced by emptiness......

And just ahead there is blue air and moist footpaths

twisting through untraveled forests,

there I will hear birdsong and croaking frogs,

learn to place my fellow wanderers

by their sound, movements, habits, scent,

I can carve out new routes and routines,

find pleasing places before turning one into a familiar,

bask in the sunshine on a sunny day on warm sea sand,

snuggle down before a wood fire on misty dreary days,

I will take pleasure in writing a new book, on new pages, in a new room,

and I always will treasure the book I am closing now.

The Duel

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There are many worlds alive in my soul,

the past intertwines with now,

touches my skin has not forgotten,

loves lived, fights fought, paths parted,

creating new endings from old beginnings,

written as riddles across the stars,

duelling for supremacy in my waking hours,

are they edging me towards my purpose

or my demise?

Midnight under the Moon

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At midnight under the moon

the mind plays back movies

of magic, misgivings and needs.

Here my limbs mimic

movements from our dance

in a mist of merriment and mystery,

where I can wander through meadows

cast in the light from your eyes,

and where my senses react to your motion,

mingle with your scent,

move through me,

a touch of love.

I’m silenced by your honesty,

humbled in the presence of your faith,

a witness to you who lives your truth,

that is life, that is what I need,

such are the yearnings

under the moon at midnight.