Apparition

 

A shade, in shadow, approaches the dark

Etched in black, untethered, and stark

An unreal, apparition, from ebony's, cast

But nothing's there, except what's passed 

With some foreboding, or the reaper's sign

What was once, will be, once upon a time 

For without a reflection, no trace, persists

The soulless, condemned, to the dire abyss

The shade, in shadow, will leave no wake

Invisibly evanescing, into a state, opaque 

Though a trace may linger, in admonition 

It's merely, a final phase, of an apparition 

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No Lives Matter

 

There's inflammatory, x-rated, chitter and chatter

That's under their jurisdiction, for no lives matter

For all despots decree, and to death will condemn

From the cesspit, satanic lair, of their viper's den

Kill, or be killed, it's their fact, not your drama

For the quicker the end, the sweeter the karma

All the tyrants, they know, even as they decry

But they'll do nothing, for they need you to die

The war is never over, if the war, can't be won

For harmony's a threat, not controlled, by a gun

So the autocrats agree, to keep the fuses, alight

Their needs greater, than a sub-classes, ex-might

There is nowhere else, and every god is a fraud

Death cannot be controlled, it can only be lured

The oppressors all know, but ideology, inspires 

A narrative's the truth, from the lips, of the liars

There is coercive, x-rated, chitter and chatter

It's the puppet masters will, for no lives matter 

The despots, tyrants, autocrats, and oppressors 

Are a dystopian regime, of freaks, and regressors

Low Earth Orbit

 

The hyenas circle, as ravenous zombies, feed

On the feeble, fallen, who had no cause to cede

The detestable infected, The Tower's, tarot

Will rend flesh and bone, to sup on marrow

The vultures circle, beneath scattered clouds

As frenzied flies, swarm, in death pall shrouds

Ready to infest, the sundered, those post-life

For on undead and dead, the maggots writhe

A parhelic circle, glistens, around the sun

A crystallised reflection, of an incessant hum

It's like a mourning star, for those fed a lie

Then fed to zombies, until the end, was nigh

There's an 'inner circle', of a terra forfeit

They're afar from here, in low Earth orbit

But their secret satellite's, a mere way station 

Until they return to their, new world, nation

The ever decreasing circle, of the human race

Is, without Heaven, or Hell, just lost in space

And everything's malignant, but they'd forgot 

That even the undead, will die, and maggots rot

1 in 8

 

There's an unearthly place, there's no debate 

Where, if gods existed, they would forsake 

All lives paths, lead there, as time devours

For in the longest night, are the darkest hours

In the deepest sleep, there's a way to wander

With no turning back, to the state of slumber 

For when dreams have faded, in a dying mind

What was once, will be, to the void, aligned 

When you fall asleep, you might fall to death

Back to the 'nothing', where non-reality's deft

Afar from any prayers and beyond the brink

Rest in peace, but to life, there's a severed link

There's no Heaven, or Hell, Samsara/Nirvana 

And dying in dreams, is the only true karma

But there's an unearthly place, for the unawake

From the harassed, who passed, to the 1 in 8

Snakes And Lizards

 

🐍 🦎 🐍 🦎 

Some snakes hunt lizards 

Some lizards hunt snakes

The androgynous androids, kill the karma

The slithering snakes, in thrall to a charmer

They're, catastrophe wranglers, of disaster 

But, obedient vessels, of a puppet master

Theirs is from the tall grass, to desert sand

And they keep no secrets, for all is planned 

We're food for thought, if they choose to deign

The vile masses, they need, to lure and tame

Snakes don't care and stare with empty eyes

As lizards feed us shit and feast on flies

But they work together, their will's, our fate

With these cold creatures, there's no debate

There's always one, a maudlin monitor 

As if an, AI generated, hate barometer 

The slithering snakes, king of lizards 

A grinding machine, of bile and gizzards

Some snakes eat lizards 

Some lizards eat snakes 

🐍 🦎 🐍 🦎 

 

The Eternal Forest

 

Night finally falls, upon the forest trail

Beyond a campsite, in a sheltered dale

But whoever was there, has now departed

To wander paths, that were never charted

Wind whispers and dappled moonlight falls

Rustling leaves, top endless trees, like walls

It's such a beautiful place, to be led astray

But if you can't leave, you will have to stay

In misadventures, the nightmares scheme 

In cloistered darkness, the unbridled scream

So fear the woodland folk, or unseen sprite

For in the eternal forest, night follows night

There's a familiar stream, amidst the myrtle 

For the path now trodden, is a perfect circle

And it's a blissful place, to choose to roam

Unchanging forever, where forever's alone

Night follows night, upon the forest trail 

Leading to a campsite, in a sheltered dale

But there's no need to linger, just circumvent 

With a path to follow, past an abandoned tent

Zombies Swarm

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Zombies everywhere, this way and that

We now know that, as a fact

But what can we do? What can we do?

Just hold them at bay, day after day?

Because they're beyond help

We can't help them...

There's no jab with a cure...

Like in ancient folklore of yore

Their infection was endemic 

Now it's pandemic 

It festers and corrupts

Forever their flesh will be rotten

Their sick minds, accosted and lost

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They're sirens, with tortured tongues

As they putrefy, without dying 

But what can we do?

Some say they were once human too

Some say a silent prayer

...(always unheard), if they dare

***

They were there, are they here?

If they're not here, they're very near

From a distance, they're of human form

But they're incessant, for zombies swarm 

...corruption's infection, inevitably, spreads

So now there're zombies everywhere 

But they are, or were, humans too

And we were humans too

We were humans?

Now we fight, in a throng, or a swarm

...but zombies swarm?

We know that's a fact

Every which way, this way, or that

 

Path To Nowhere

 

Your life, every life, is this

There was nothing before

There'll be nothing hereafter 

It's merely a path to nowhere 

Maybe it'll be an enjoyable journey 

Or an interminable, tiresome burden

Or just something in-between 

Meaningless; without a higher purpose 

You may find comfort in fairy-tales 

Or preemptive death and destruction 

Maybe you'll call to the heavens above

Thankful for 'nothings' mythical love

There was nothing before, remember?

And so, there'll be nothing hereafter 

For your life, every life, is this 

A time to think, on a path to nowhere 

Oblivion's Abyss

 

No one thought it would ever end like this

Upon the precipice, of oblivion's abyss

Confronted by zombies in a swarming phase

The primeval monstrosities created to raze

Depraved tales were told from times of yore

But the artificial unintelligent decided to lure

So they came in droves, the herd of undead

Their insanity disguised, that never misled

There was no defence, no wish to protect

Those who crossed over, were to aid and abet

Released and unshackled, they ran wild'n'free

From city, to shire, from the shoreline quay

Darkest is the hour, before a biblical storm

And with zombies unleashed, hope is forlorn

For theirs is an order with a higher command 

As their insanity prevailed, before a last stand

Daylight turned to night, with a faux aurora

As cities were razed to Sodom & Gomorrah

The heavens faded, as if in a solar eclipse

Marking the beginning of a new apocalypse 

Those in ivory towers, had, without debate 

Decided on a course, to an alternative state

And so conflict ensued, in the quasi-dark

Illuminated by flames, ignited by a spark

Depraved tales unfolded, in an uncivil war

As the artificial unintelligent chose to ignore

The emboldened droves, hunted in packs

Their insanity aligned, in butchering attacks

There're monsters, demons, now zombies too

But no forever war, after a military coup

And no one said it would ever end like this

Turning from the precipice of oblivion's abyss

Democracy RIP

 

"A nation can survive its fools,

and even the ambitious.

But it cannot survive treason

from within." - Cicero 

It has always been, that the enemy's within

It's blairingly obvious, it's democracys' sin

They planted quislings, we didn't empower

Wanting to oppress us, wanting us to cower

They want us subjugated, a tyrannized flock

Step out of line and they will brutally mock

For we are the foe, they reluctantly require 

The fuel for the flame for democracys' pyre

"Dictatorship naturally arises out

of democracy, and the most aggravated 

form of tyranny and slavery out of the

most extreme liberty."

- Friedrich von Hayek

Now we know who they are, the metrostasi

The vile oppressors, Davosian, commikaze

Who sold their souls, to the globalist whore

Betraying us all, to fight an unwinnable war

With traitors and colluders of various degrees

There'll be riots and ruin and alternative sees

Ideologies are treachery, but traitors don't care

As we enter a dark age, on a wing and a prayer 

"I have learned to hate all traitors, 

and there is no disease I spit on more

than treachery. " - Aeschylus

Democracy RIP

 

Elites & Chattel

There's a memory, in a dreamcatcher caught 

Of a battle lost, that was never fought

There was no victory, there was no defeat

Just a realignment, of enlightenment, said the elite 

But all is well now, for they told us so

Theirs is the narrative, that we need to know 

It's so wonderful, we don't even have to think

For they process everything, every thought and blink

There's no I in team, there's no you, them, or me

For we're as one together, with our own ID

Long gone are the dark days, of a time before 

Once cursed by cash, now we're a credit score 

There's no unrest, no alternative course to tout

As the world's configured, to when the lights go out

And they calmed us, after they erased our borders

Prescribing remedies, to help us follow orders 

Thankfully, unlike us, they're not tagged like sheep 

As they erase our nightmares, in our allotted sleep 

And who needs dreams, if free thought's a shackle

For we're as one, them and us, elites and chattel

Them and us? But I thought they righted wrongs?

But there's no I in team, this is old world tongues 

So let sleep prevail, let them cleanse that thought

Until it's a faded memory, in a dreamcatcher caught 

Quislings

U are the white noise, of an incoherent hum

An idealogical noodledom, of the vile, dumb

Relentlessly oppressive, your rhetoric's dirty

Everyone must know, your goal's, agenda '30

Some see sheep, but it's a pack, Canis Lupus

Clandestine Fabians, led by a comrade Judas

U are the disloyal quislings, of a paper crown

Mixing, red and green, creating faeces brown

One, Nine, Eight, Four

 

There're numbers there, on an internal door

The familiar, one and nine and eight and four

They're black on grey, they're a yester-date

On the one way entrance, to the Stasi State

Authorities watch from there, they don't deny it

Although they will interfere, to keep you quiet 

And so for collective cohesion; and your health 

They will want your opinions, kept to yourself

What you need to know, they'll show, on MSM

Sanitised half truths, too unworthy to condemn

And without just cause, from then, forthwith 

Your freedom, of thought, evanesces to a myth 

They know you better, than you know, you

Knowing every old post and every new view

For you're their problem, you and your kind

By refusing to assimilate, to their hive mind

It's their cause and effect, it's you in the frame

Actions have a reaction, the victim's to blame

It's a cynical lure, when they weaponise speech

Don't do as they do, you've to do as they preach

You're a minute away, from a knock at the door 

It'll be a PC Droid, model: one, nine, eight, four 

It's duty will be unwavering, but as fickle as fate

When it's following the orders, of the Stasi State

 

Empires Fall

 

There's a moat, that's dry, but full and deep 

Beneath crumbling ramparts, of a castles keep

A standard was raised, twas a white flag flying 

To mark the place, that wasn't death defying

Did a swarm, of flies, over corpses, crawl?

For they'll always feed, when empires fall

And this empire fell, when it failed the test

Yielding meekly, they inevitably lost the West

Some invited those, who were god's marauders

'Come to us' they said 'across our open borders'

And on their knees, hailed 'Our King is yours'

But were brutally mocked, like virgin whores

It was a natural re-ordering, to cede, or kill

In the invisible presence, of some higher will

And the domino's fell, long before the liars

As did cities and states and country shires

They purged the leaders, the pathetic weak

But it was, too little, too late, to avoid defeat

For empires fall, when the virtuous pander

To the ludicrous elite and their propaganda

Now, the winter's here, of the forever night

A moat's covered in snow, rot stained, white

A standard's raised, but it's a new flag flying 

To mark the place, where the old guard's lying

Our Flat Earth

 

Old gods of yore, a sky wizard, and the serfs of flerf

Unicorns, dragons, and the centaurs of our flat Earth 

Reside as one, but not united, as the doubters probe

Fabricating, their absurd reality, based upon a globe

Let them not fool us all, with ancient pseudoscience 

As they lead us, like sheep, let us show our defiance 

They'll drip feed, the insanity, of an alternative home

Even though, that the truth is, we exist under a dome

Albeit, we're as sane as Dionysus and talking snakes

Remember there're malicious agents, if god forsakes

They're fake, but of their doctrines, there is no dearth

Heretical globists, are forever coveting, our flat Earth 

Flesh Hovel Lane

 

They once rode out, for the fox hunting, Quorn

Over the hedges and fields, with passengers borne

But the old, the unfit, the weary and the lame

They'd all be butchered, down Flesh Hovel Lane 

Spent, they were knackered and given no quarter 

Led down the lane and sent to their slaughter 

It's a gruesome story and it's a terrible tale to tell 

For the hounds of the hunt, were always fed well

The butchery's long lost in the macabreness of yore

And the abattoir's gone, by Pillings Lock on the Soar

But it's still a dead end, still narrow, once rutted

It's Flesh Hovel Lane, where horses, were gutted

Autumn Crocus

 

When the heart is empty, the mind might focus

To find, a fiery fate, with the Autumn Crocus 

Although the thought is toxic, like an acid kiss

Nothing else will matter, if not being, is bliss

A clock stops ticking, when there's a broken cog

And reality's a phantom, when it's milling fog

For if the eyes cannot see, a course, to guide 

There's no way ahead, that's not death defied

If there's no aroma, when the flowers bloom

The only time that is left, is a time, too soon

For to feed on a harvest, that's poison laced

Is bitter, though sweet, in it's burning haste

When those, apparitions, were never there

The soul is lost, like an unanswered prayer 

And without reason, the mind, won't focus

As the body gorges, on the Autumn Crocus 

Poetry From The Darkside

 

Evil monsters lurk within and they lurk to reap

They're in my mind and they're mine to keep 

They'll hide from light, but when darkness grows 

They'll whisper incantations, in lines of prose

They're always there, but not well defined

But the spells they cast, are to blow my mind 

They're cloak and dagger, unreal, but stark

And so grotesque, they'll manifest the dark 

They feed off nightmares, they feed off fear

I can hear their vile verses, for they are here

Their poetry from the darkside, is meant for me

For in my direst reveries, there's a hanging tree

Dunkelflaute

 

Doom laden skies held, not one breath, of wind

Under the, achromatic mantle, torpidity binged

No turbine turned, there was no sunlight power

Kismet ordained, to drain, every megawatt hour

Eerie evenings, turned countrysides, into tundra

Lights burned bright, until the blackout's umbra

From the murk, came night and the cloying cold

Listlessly lingering, from the valley, to the wold

And dawn would seep, then creep, into each day

Unfolding itself into the simplicity, of bitter grey

Though time inexorably passed, beneath the veil

Enveloped, by a nothingness, the grid would fail 

Nihilism

Nothing, of terminable being, will ever make sense 

Illusions, of meaning, are just a delusional defence 

Humanity's dysfunctional and will lie, to keep sane

It needs order from chaos and something to blame 

Life is a mistake, for it's where the ghosts, are alive 

Infused with corporeality and an ambition to thrive 

Sooner, than later though, all will return, to the end

Merely traces of ex-entities, with nowhere to wend