Dead Ahead

 

In the subliminal realm, of the darkest lucid dream

There's a way to escape, lit by a lighthouse beam

A beguiling beacon luring to an alternative land

From ocean, to shore, as was always planned 

An oneironaut is in control, destiny's master

A conjurer, a seer, and a paradisian pastor

For this is the way, of the ultimate cause

To hide away, from mortality's, claws

But a woven dream is an empty sail

And Athanasia is the unholy grail

For like moths to fire, it is said 

The only way is dead ahead 

Dead Water (DW3)

Dream weavers of infinite seas, avail together 

Existing in oneironautics, to elude, life's tether 

Alas in reality, white horses yield to the waves 

Delusions of athanasia, lying in watery graves

White squalls corrupt, the reveries, of a flotilla 

As their dreams become nightmares, of Scylla 

The roiling maelstrom, will turn hope, into fate

Ebbing, from the forever, only fables, navigate

Rest in peace, when sleep's too deep, to wend

Dream weavers 'believe' but cannot transcend 

With wind in the sail, they may give no quarter 

3 bells, though, may claim a toll in dead water 

Dream Weaver 2

 

Death aligns, betwixt the dusk and dawn

Reaping souls, on the dead winds, borne

Enticed by sirens, a dream weaver wends

A course, for flight, where life transcends 

Marooned, in a reality, is mortality's realm

Within oneironautality, is a dream to helm

Eventide may await, but the ocean's deep

As unfathomable depths, ascend, in sleep

Voyage to the void, avoid the reaper's land

Expel the torment, sleep paralysis planned

Run into a wake, of another dream weaver 

2 vessels, assailing, thalassophobia's fever

Dream Weaver

 

There is a phantom world, of make believe 

Of idyll reveries, mayhap, a realm to breathe

Where the sun never sets, over open water 

And the days grow long, but never shorter 

There is no afterlife, in this subliminal space 

No nightmare will linger, and try to displace

For this is a sanctuary, that harbours the soul

And, unlike an ocean haze, it's under control 

There maybe leviathans, of an abyssal adulator 

Or sirens, beckoning, an exploratory navigator

For minds, in slumber, can be a focused force

Manipulated, or directed, on a chosen course 

It's the ultimate escape, on a steerable track 

Sailing into windward, on an improbable tack 

And if all is becalmed, the oneironaut, will stay

Where the sunset's a guest, to behold, or delay

There are oceans, and seas, for every believer

To be sailed on, forever, by any dream weaver 

They're there, somewhere, in a subliminal wake

Afar from the shore, where monsters might sate

Apocazombilypse

 

The undead don't lie, for they rewrite the scripts

Then thrive, unalive, in the Apocazombilypse 

They're unstoppable, they're frenzied feeders

A corps of corpses, the vile, non-interbreeders

Ignorance is bliss, knowledge, nefariously dumb

For death's disease, turns to, thy kingdom come

So carriers, carried, and the infections spread

When the rubicon was crossed, lands, bled red

There was an apple in Eden, in a rustic orchard 

Twas a ruse to enable the mortals to be tortured

It's where the seed, was sown, in raptured rot

Now the infection's rife, and the blood can't clot

Ignorance is perilous, knowledge, stirs doubt

 The crazed knows neither, in sanity's drought

So the snarling infected, hunt prey in packs

To afflict putrefaction, and turn skin to wax

The undead don't die, they're unawake in crypts

For there is no afterlife, post, Apocazombilypse

A feeding frenzy will end, with no souls to save

In a cremation's fire, or in an unhallowed grave

Skeleton Skin

 Maybe they're monsters, or merely, corrupt 

But they're undoubtedly evil, born to disrupt 

Formerly humans, now of alternative creeds 

Destroying Arcadia, for their nefarious needs 

Maybe they're delusional, or merely, obsessed 

But they're undoubtedly vile, enough to detest 

Once, in opaqueness, they were a secretive clan 

Of smoke and mirrors, but naught, but a sham 

Maybe they're unhinged, or merely, mentally ill

But they're undoubtedly liars, and in for the kill

For in days of yore, they turned deceit into spin

When the wolf, ate a sheep, for its skeleton skin

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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

 

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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 

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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

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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