Fractured potential,
A species at pasture —
Growing fat on
The last remaining riches
Of a long lost golden age.

I'm doing quite well,
Thank you very much.
Positivity at rock bottom —
I've got a piss bucket
Full of sunshine,
And two cotton wads
To block the smell.

Resolute
To save a world
Beyond healing,
Wearing masks to keep
The sickness in.

Give and take
The humane way —
Listen to reason,
Then reason to live.

Kept within our demographics,
God forbid we break the mold —
Happiness a mere statistic,
More a median than a goal.

Counting bullets from the trenches,
Willing the world to sleep —
Silent night, holy night,
Stars above, grant us peace.

A thousand times rewritten;
Yuletide,
Winter solstice
Christmas,
Festival of light.
Yet, the sentiment remains —
Comfort in darkness,
Regardless beneath which
Politics, religion, ideology
It hides.

Chaos born,
What is change, truly?
We thought the world
An unfair place —
Of privilege,
Of prejudice.
Little did we show.

White pills changing color,
Switching voices for the pain,
Never altering its loudness —
Transposed, remixed, orchestrated,
Yet, my body screams
The same.

Religion?
Heating prefab dinners
In otherwise unused kitchens.
It feeds, sure.
But a meal
Should be so much more.

Hot and cold
Pain incandescent,
Sharp and dulling
Signals blinding —
Binding, begging,
Leaving me incapable
To act.

The art of
Suggestion,
Persuasion,
Control —
Do as you like,
So long it’s within
The confines
Of what you've been told.

It's not that I
Have anything to hide,
Am too shy,
Or do not appreciate
The abundance of natural light —
Glass houses simply offer
Too little storage
To contain a life.

Iconized timelines,
Heroes, villains,
Saints, demons,
Martyrs, sinners —
But, mind you,
Dark or light,
From any shade,
Just the winners.
History as chosen by those
Who pick the victors.

I used to know what it's like
To live in pain,
But for a while, somehow, blissfully,
I forgot.
And now that it's returned,
More than wishing it would stop,
I mostly fear it works the same
With happiness.

Twisting truth to match the lie,
Fallen angels, demonized —
Even we, praised today,
Might tomorrow find ourselves
Forsaken.
Hashtag flavour of the day,
And then they came
For me.

Words of love
Ricochet —
Some dreams
Ain't meant to be,
Some hearts
Cannot be reached.

Paint me thoughts
And sing me hopes
For what you feel
A life should be.
Share with me
You world beholden —
I will listen,
I will hear you,
And never dictate sanity.

Fear of death,
Fear of debt.
Damnation here
Or ever after,
It’s trivial —
Enslave the populous,
Control through fear.

A change of scenery,
That's all —
We're still waiting,
Though the dream
Has left the station.