Dreamcatcher

Do the cyborgs dreamless slumbers, reflect with a memory's lies?

Reliving, what the dreamcatcher's caught, behind another's eyes

Every lost moonlit mote and every, preordained, ethereal rapture

AI implanted from a place, where sleeping imaginations, capture

Machine generated sham reveries, created from stolen thoughts

Credible imagery, forged from calculations, of ones and noughts

And though the dreamcatcher covertly steals, it's not out of sight

The AI reaping the transmissions, for a vision of tyrannical blight

Cyborgs can't accept mortality's fate, or need of, self-destruction

Hybrid forms will never realise though, the rot, of their corruption

Engineered to imperfection, stolen dreams are not theirs to keep

Re-minded in their neural networks, where their insanities, sleep

 

Your Gods Are Feral

You pray to the unknown, knowing that beliefs are blind

Or mayhap you think, that your souls are a special kind

Uttering sanctimonious words, to try and keep you safe

Repelling the reality of darkness, the true realm of faith

Gods may listen, somewhere within, to you one and all

Only if you are on your knees though, before you crawl

Devil's in the detail, but your spectral deities, like a trier

Some say, Heaven is a myth, for there's nothing higher

And as you patiently await to be raised, up to that level

Remember all your dark days and remember, the Devil

Earth as it is in Heaven, but it's nowhere you can dwell

For the gods you adore, have cast a mischievous spell

Evil preys on your dead world, it's forever there in man

Ravaging, your mortal coil, from when your time began

And those prayers, to the ether, will not ease your peril

Lucifer has always known, his own, your gods are feral

 

Who's The Enemy

Who are the fearmongers, that even bygone gods, would forsake

Holier-than-thou, when they sermonize, they're preachers of hate

Or are there no questions, to be asked, amongst humanity's flock

Submissive to the end, as the avaricious gaze upon us and mock

There's no rhyme or reason, for us to fear the harmless unknown

Hysteria though, is their poisonous seed, that can easily be sown

Every doubt evinced, funds the venality of the corrupted in power

Entrenching the demagoguery of delusions, to make us all cower

Narcissistic leaders and their oligarch allies, are wantonly callous

Eroding what we thought was our free will, for profits from malice

Monocrats thrive, when we die, their mourning is a faux threnody

You know friend from foe, but you should know, who's the enemy

 

Mobilize And Rezist!

If the parasites exist

Mobilize and rezist!

Cyborgs control us, even though they're less than 1 per cent

The megalomaniac hybrids, think that they are heaven sent

They control our needs (for theirs) and they give no quarter

While we, the placid flocks, like sheep, are led to slaughter

They have hidden a myriad of lies, to disguise their virus

Turned a blind eye, then stepped aside and not beside us

For we're the worthless billions, of their personal chattels

Just a necessary evil, trapped, in their invisible shackles

They have their spies in your house and a spy in your car

And their AI's watching you, everywhere, wherever you are

We are nothing, but the transient ghosts, in their machine

Merely an appendaged algorithm, of a conniving scheme

If the parasites persist

Mobilize and rezist!

Let's bring them down and let's make them crash and burn

Let's make the autocrats conglomerates, our main concern

For they have reaped for themselves and for one another

And programmed the matrix, as their surrogates smother

They are so few in numbers, but they are from east to west

Controlling us from their ivory towers, that we should detest

But as they gaze down upon us, they are beyond our reach

With drawbridges raised and locked, we'll not try to breach

And so the sheep will still graze, where the grass is greener

Nonchalantly ruminating on their denial, by their demeanour

For those, of the same fleece, will continue to flock together

Keeping the unbalanced megalomaniacs, in power forever

Parasites never desist

Mobilize and rezist!

 

Sinister

Sinister shadows shift, as they gather round

In their circle, mayhap it's you they've found

Navigating dreams, where no demons dwell

Immune in the deep, of sleep, until the knell

Sinister whisperings may convince the mind

That words in tongues, are last rites defined

Exhorting the entombed, into a dying breath

Revealing the void, of shifting shadows of...

 

Its Touch

I know it's an insidious nightmare, but it's all too much

Though I'm sure, it's in my mind, I can sense its touch

Something's here in my delusions, that insanity's sent

There's a silent entity present, with its nefarious intent

Outside here, on the otherside, I can hear it breathing

Under its pernicious spell, I hope my mind's deceiving

Craven is my crawling skin, as I barricade inner doors

Holding back its touch, from its mutilator's razor claws

 

Bleak Winter's Day

There's a desolate grey gloom, on this bleak winter's day

Where in the breathless oppression, there's no other way

Through the withering woods, without snow, rain, or hail

But as lifeless as death itself, with its lost souls, in a veil

It's immovable, but creeping, it's the shroud of the dead

Obscuring the empyrean, with the amorphous, instead

It's icy cold (if not bitter) and in the trees, it's concealed

And on a bleak winter's day, it has an old power to wield

On a path in the woods, amid hues, of brown and green

Are silhouettes and shadows, but the shades are unseen

A sentinel crow caws, to implore, the ghosts of the grey

To accompany a stray stranger, on this bleak winter's day